Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Our Life Commercial. There I was. The time was about 1am and I couldn’t sleep. I had turned on the TV hoping to find something that would cause me to doze off. And then it came on – that commercial. That Big Mac was mouth watering. And even though I knew it was 1am, I had to have one. Call it a Big Mac Attack, or call it the power of advertizing, I was up putting on my shoes and heading all the way across the town of Hot Springs for the 24/7 McDonald’s before the 30 second commercial was even finished. Oh, the mighty power of suggestion!
And so is our life, as believers. We are walking billboards for Christ everywhere we go. Didn’t you know that? People are watching you daily to see what this God you serve is all about. To be honest, that concept sort of scares me a little. It’s scary because I know, for a fact, that much of my life is not a very good representation of Him. And so often it’s not necessarily what we DO that’s a bad advertisement – it’s usually what we DON’T do.
When we see that person at school that’s been cut down by somebody’s cruel, heartless words and we just walk on by – we’ve missed it. When we stop at the red light and the homeless veteran is sitting there with a sign that simply says, “Hungry, Please help,” and we simply look away – we’ve missed it. When our co-workers continually talk about their hopelessness and loneliness and we know the real answer for them is found in knowing Christ, yet we never muster up the courage to say so – we’ve missed it. When a friend is walking down the path of terrible choices and we just let them walk without sharing the message of the Gospel’s saving power – we’ve missed it.
You see, it’s often what we fail to do that tells the world the most about Who is it we serve. When we see hurting people and choose not to offer compassion, we are advertising that our God doesn’t have time for them. When we encounter the lost and hurting that are without Christ and choose not to offer them the hope of knowing Christ, we are advertising that God doesn’t want people like that. When we know the truth of reaping and sowing but simply stand idly by and allow those we love to destroy their lives with sin, we’re advertising that grace isn’t strong enough for their sin. All those statements aren't true, but it's what our life is screaming nonetheless.
We’re walking billboards – commercials – for who God is. And the power of suggestion is strong. God has given us the ability to show the world Him in our lives. He’s called us to be Him to them in every possible way. He’s called us to show them how fulfilling He is, how deep joy can be, how vast forgiveness can be, and how wide His arms of love are.
That night I had a Big Mac Attack that motivated me to drive all the way across town for a burger. The world needs a Big J (Jesus) attack that will motivate them to give their hearts to Him. And by the power of the Holy Spirit, along with a change being seen in us – God’s going to do great things…if we’ll only allow Him the lordship of our commercial.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Our Biography.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Our Biography. Do you have any regrets? Sure you do, we all do. They often say that hindsight is always 20/20. I suppose that’s true. And there have been times in my life that had someone come along and offered me a time machine to go back and undo, or redo decisions I would have jumped at the chance. But I believe I’ve changed my way of thinking a bit in recent days.
I was in kindergarten. We were on the playground, and we were lining up to go inside after recess. There were about 4 other boys standing around with me, all holding rocks. Some of them were throwing them up and catching them. Some of them were preparing to throw them at someone else. One boy was even eating them. Yet there I stood, simply holding a rock. Yet the teacher chose to grab me, take me to the office, call my mother, and paddle me. Did I think it was a great injustice? Of course. Would I have gone back and never have picked up the rock had I known it would lead to this? Of course. Did I learn that there are consequences in life, and the decisions you make bring them regardless of what everyone else around you is doing? Yes.
There are tons of other life lessons and stories that could be shared, but I'll skip ahead for the sake of time...A fast forwarded few years down the road and I’m grown. At this particular page in question I’m sitting in a deep, dark, hard valley. I feel alone. I feel abandoned. I feel ashamed. Had someone come to me and offered me that time machine again, at that particular time I would have jumped on it. I would have gone back in time and never begun that particular relationship. I would have come to that crossroads of decision and steered my wheel in a different direction entirely. Had I known how it would end, it never would have begun. But I would have never been blessed by so many of the bi-products of that chapter, either. The faithfulness of God would have never been quite so real to me, had I not had to trust Him in blind faith as I did in that chapter's ending.
You see, we are all witnessing our biography being written every day. Every experience, whether we label it good or bad, is just another page in another chapter. And whether we want to admit it or not, we are the people that we are today, ultimately, because of the chapters that have already been written.
There are many around us that want theirs to be an auto-biography. They want to do the writing. They want to be in the driver’s seat. They want to be the “masters of their own fate.” Not me. You see, the Author of my biography already knows how it ends. He’s writing everything, daily, with the end in mind. This life of mine is a work of literature for the ages. He already knows the plot, and He’s steering each chapter in the direction of that happy ending He knows awaits me.
So today, remember: you’re living your biography. Someone will read the finished product some day, just as there are curious bystanders watching the work in progress now. Will the pages of your chapters point them to the Author, or just back to yourself? Do you long to be the star of the show, or do you truly want the world to see Him in you? Would you join me today in whole-heartedly giving the pen of this book of life to the Author – and allowing Him free reign in writing this story just as He sees fit?
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Our Biography. Do you have any regrets? Sure you do, we all do. They often say that hindsight is always 20/20. I suppose that’s true. And there have been times in my life that had someone come along and offered me a time machine to go back and undo, or redo decisions I would have jumped at the chance. But I believe I’ve changed my way of thinking a bit in recent days.
I was in kindergarten. We were on the playground, and we were lining up to go inside after recess. There were about 4 other boys standing around with me, all holding rocks. Some of them were throwing them up and catching them. Some of them were preparing to throw them at someone else. One boy was even eating them. Yet there I stood, simply holding a rock. Yet the teacher chose to grab me, take me to the office, call my mother, and paddle me. Did I think it was a great injustice? Of course. Would I have gone back and never have picked up the rock had I known it would lead to this? Of course. Did I learn that there are consequences in life, and the decisions you make bring them regardless of what everyone else around you is doing? Yes.
There are tons of other life lessons and stories that could be shared, but I'll skip ahead for the sake of time...A fast forwarded few years down the road and I’m grown. At this particular page in question I’m sitting in a deep, dark, hard valley. I feel alone. I feel abandoned. I feel ashamed. Had someone come to me and offered me that time machine again, at that particular time I would have jumped on it. I would have gone back in time and never begun that particular relationship. I would have come to that crossroads of decision and steered my wheel in a different direction entirely. Had I known how it would end, it never would have begun. But I would have never been blessed by so many of the bi-products of that chapter, either. The faithfulness of God would have never been quite so real to me, had I not had to trust Him in blind faith as I did in that chapter's ending.
You see, we are all witnessing our biography being written every day. Every experience, whether we label it good or bad, is just another page in another chapter. And whether we want to admit it or not, we are the people that we are today, ultimately, because of the chapters that have already been written.
There are many around us that want theirs to be an auto-biography. They want to do the writing. They want to be in the driver’s seat. They want to be the “masters of their own fate.” Not me. You see, the Author of my biography already knows how it ends. He’s writing everything, daily, with the end in mind. This life of mine is a work of literature for the ages. He already knows the plot, and He’s steering each chapter in the direction of that happy ending He knows awaits me.
So today, remember: you’re living your biography. Someone will read the finished product some day, just as there are curious bystanders watching the work in progress now. Will the pages of your chapters point them to the Author, or just back to yourself? Do you long to be the star of the show, or do you truly want the world to see Him in you? Would you join me today in whole-heartedly giving the pen of this book of life to the Author – and allowing Him free reign in writing this story just as He sees fit?
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Friday, November 19, 2010
Lead.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Lead. Last night I got to see something that made my heart swell. We took our student ministry to a church to lead the service during their revival. This church is struggling, and has gotten down to their last 2 members, a husband and wife. This revival is a “fleece” of sorts. They’ve laid it out, and asked God to do a work this week during revival if He wants this church to continue. If not, when the service is over this coming Sunday night they’ll lock the doors and the building will sit empty. That’s heartbreaking, isn’t it?
Nonetheless, I saw some amazing students in action last night. To say that I’m proud of what God is doing in the lives of these teenagers would be a tremendous understatement. There just aren’t words to describe what I feel when I see them leading a group of people in worship. We’ve got a couple of guys that are just about as talented musically as anyone you’ll ever meet, and they did a fantastic job. And the rest of the students sang, with all their heart, to the God they are learning to love more every day. And this youth pastor was beaming.
They were able to lead. They’re ability to do so had come from a time of preparation before the actual service last night. They were prepared to lead. And so is the case with anyone that leads in any capacity in life. There must be a time of preparation, a training ground, before an effective leader can step out from the crowd and lead people anywhere or to anything. God wants us in the battle – He wants us to step up as believers and lead a lost, dying world to Him. But we must spend time on the training ground.
Have you ever been behind someone while driving that just wasn’t exactly fit for the job of leading? They don’t know where they’re going, and you even begin to doubt if you’ll ever make it anywhere at all if you continue to follow them. Speed up, slow down. Speed up, slow down. Blinker comes on, and then suddenly goes off, without a turn being made. It’s sort of frustrating, actually. There have been times my sin nature has wanted to shout, “Either lead or get out of the way!” (I don’t, of course. Because that, after all, wouldn’t be the right thing to do…so I don’t… That’s my story and I’m sticking to it…)
Today, the world is hurting. They’re in the dark. They are hopeless, and without Christ they are headed for destruction that will last for an eternity. That’s a scary reality, but very much true. How often do they look to us and see us speeding up, and slowing down? They see the blinker come on, and then suddenly go off. They are looking for direction. They want to know how to get to God and away from the sin that has them trapped. And so many times when they look at us they see confusion and misdirection.
So today, let’s give ourselves a challenge shall we? Lead – or get out of the way. Let’s show them how to get to the One that changed us. Let’s use the time we’re in right now as a training ground, allowing God to speak to us through His Word and strengthen our faith and dependence on Him. And when we have the opportunity, the privilege, the honor – let’s lead. After all, if we know Christ, we know where we’re going. So on into the dark we go – leading others to the Light. I want my Savior to be beaming – beaming all the way into the darkness of the darkest hearts on earth. Let’s lead.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Lead. Last night I got to see something that made my heart swell. We took our student ministry to a church to lead the service during their revival. This church is struggling, and has gotten down to their last 2 members, a husband and wife. This revival is a “fleece” of sorts. They’ve laid it out, and asked God to do a work this week during revival if He wants this church to continue. If not, when the service is over this coming Sunday night they’ll lock the doors and the building will sit empty. That’s heartbreaking, isn’t it?
Nonetheless, I saw some amazing students in action last night. To say that I’m proud of what God is doing in the lives of these teenagers would be a tremendous understatement. There just aren’t words to describe what I feel when I see them leading a group of people in worship. We’ve got a couple of guys that are just about as talented musically as anyone you’ll ever meet, and they did a fantastic job. And the rest of the students sang, with all their heart, to the God they are learning to love more every day. And this youth pastor was beaming.
They were able to lead. They’re ability to do so had come from a time of preparation before the actual service last night. They were prepared to lead. And so is the case with anyone that leads in any capacity in life. There must be a time of preparation, a training ground, before an effective leader can step out from the crowd and lead people anywhere or to anything. God wants us in the battle – He wants us to step up as believers and lead a lost, dying world to Him. But we must spend time on the training ground.
Have you ever been behind someone while driving that just wasn’t exactly fit for the job of leading? They don’t know where they’re going, and you even begin to doubt if you’ll ever make it anywhere at all if you continue to follow them. Speed up, slow down. Speed up, slow down. Blinker comes on, and then suddenly goes off, without a turn being made. It’s sort of frustrating, actually. There have been times my sin nature has wanted to shout, “Either lead or get out of the way!” (I don’t, of course. Because that, after all, wouldn’t be the right thing to do…so I don’t… That’s my story and I’m sticking to it…)
Today, the world is hurting. They’re in the dark. They are hopeless, and without Christ they are headed for destruction that will last for an eternity. That’s a scary reality, but very much true. How often do they look to us and see us speeding up, and slowing down? They see the blinker come on, and then suddenly go off. They are looking for direction. They want to know how to get to God and away from the sin that has them trapped. And so many times when they look at us they see confusion and misdirection.
So today, let’s give ourselves a challenge shall we? Lead – or get out of the way. Let’s show them how to get to the One that changed us. Let’s use the time we’re in right now as a training ground, allowing God to speak to us through His Word and strengthen our faith and dependence on Him. And when we have the opportunity, the privilege, the honor – let’s lead. After all, if we know Christ, we know where we’re going. So on into the dark we go – leading others to the Light. I want my Savior to be beaming – beaming all the way into the darkness of the darkest hearts on earth. Let’s lead.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Thursday, November 18, 2010
Forget Not.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Forget Not. I had a conversation last night at our church’s annual Thanksgiving Meal with some friends of mine. We were discussing Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day. We came to the agreement that it almost seems like Thanksgiving gets lost in the shuffle. Sure, most people still get together with family and eat. But when they do, how many times are there already Christmas decorations up, and Christmas music playing? Some even already have gifts under the tree…though I will not mention any names (Susan Martin)…ha.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with that at all. Christmas is exciting, and it’s a holiday that most of us greatly look forward to. It is, after all, the celebration of the birth of our Savior into this world. That's certainly worth celebrating year around! Over the years my motivation for looking forward to it has changed drastically, I must admit. When I was a child, I remember looking forward to that JCPenney Christmas catalog coming in so I could pick out the toys I was so longing to open on Christmas. And the closer we got to the big day, the more anticipation I felt about seeing whether or not they were under the tree. Now I feel the same level of excitement, but not for gifts. I can’t wait to see family, and spend that quality time with them. But before Christmas there’s another very important holiday.
God was at the center of the foundation of this amazing nation called the United States of America. If you’ll take the time to read some of the historical writings of our founding fathers, you’ll see just how His hand was so instrumental in shaping all that brought about settlement of this land. And on that first “Thanksgiving Day”, the early settlers of this country sat down to eat with the true ancestors of this land, the Native Americans. They were celebrating thankfulness to God for His provision, protection, providential leadership, and plan for the future. And so we come to today.
Exactly a week from today, most of us will gather around with family we may only see a few times a year. We’ll laugh, hug, eat, and just enjoy the company of so many loved ones. Undoubtedly there are many that will face a dinner table that’s missing someone for the first time this season, and their hearts will be heavier than normal. Nonetheless, we have so much to be grateful for on this day. So why not choose to focus on God’s provision, protection, providential leadership, and plan for the future?
God is so faithful, even when we just don’t understand. Well, actually especially when we don’t understand. He is good. He is just. He is holy. He is love. He is righteousness. He is faithful. Forget not.
Join me in spending the next 7 days leading up to Thanksgiving Day, by spending at least 15 minutes a day praising Him for all He’s done. During this time of prayer, I’m committed to not ask Him for a single thing. Period. This will be a time to simply tell Him how much I love Him and how thankful I am, to Him, for all He’s done and continues to do, in my life.
On the day after Thanksgiving, I’ll turn on the Christmas music and begin to put up the décor. But until then, it’s all about Thanksgiving. And I’ll do my very best to make sure I forget not.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Forget Not. I had a conversation last night at our church’s annual Thanksgiving Meal with some friends of mine. We were discussing Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day. We came to the agreement that it almost seems like Thanksgiving gets lost in the shuffle. Sure, most people still get together with family and eat. But when they do, how many times are there already Christmas decorations up, and Christmas music playing? Some even already have gifts under the tree…though I will not mention any names (Susan Martin)…ha.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with that at all. Christmas is exciting, and it’s a holiday that most of us greatly look forward to. It is, after all, the celebration of the birth of our Savior into this world. That's certainly worth celebrating year around! Over the years my motivation for looking forward to it has changed drastically, I must admit. When I was a child, I remember looking forward to that JCPenney Christmas catalog coming in so I could pick out the toys I was so longing to open on Christmas. And the closer we got to the big day, the more anticipation I felt about seeing whether or not they were under the tree. Now I feel the same level of excitement, but not for gifts. I can’t wait to see family, and spend that quality time with them. But before Christmas there’s another very important holiday.
God was at the center of the foundation of this amazing nation called the United States of America. If you’ll take the time to read some of the historical writings of our founding fathers, you’ll see just how His hand was so instrumental in shaping all that brought about settlement of this land. And on that first “Thanksgiving Day”, the early settlers of this country sat down to eat with the true ancestors of this land, the Native Americans. They were celebrating thankfulness to God for His provision, protection, providential leadership, and plan for the future. And so we come to today.
Exactly a week from today, most of us will gather around with family we may only see a few times a year. We’ll laugh, hug, eat, and just enjoy the company of so many loved ones. Undoubtedly there are many that will face a dinner table that’s missing someone for the first time this season, and their hearts will be heavier than normal. Nonetheless, we have so much to be grateful for on this day. So why not choose to focus on God’s provision, protection, providential leadership, and plan for the future?
God is so faithful, even when we just don’t understand. Well, actually especially when we don’t understand. He is good. He is just. He is holy. He is love. He is righteousness. He is faithful. Forget not.
Join me in spending the next 7 days leading up to Thanksgiving Day, by spending at least 15 minutes a day praising Him for all He’s done. During this time of prayer, I’m committed to not ask Him for a single thing. Period. This will be a time to simply tell Him how much I love Him and how thankful I am, to Him, for all He’s done and continues to do, in my life.
On the day after Thanksgiving, I’ll turn on the Christmas music and begin to put up the décor. But until then, it’s all about Thanksgiving. And I’ll do my very best to make sure I forget not.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Snooze.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Snooze. My alarm clock has a nifty little feature on it that sometimes gets me in trouble. It’s called “snooze” and I’m sure you’re familiar with it. At 4:45am when my alarm goes off, it’s all too easy to hit that magic button that gives me 9 more minutes of precious sleep. The truth is, I really don’t sleep after hitting that button. It’s only 9 minutes, and that’s not nearly enough time for me to go back to sleep. All I can do is lay there, but for some reason that extra 9 minutes of laying there seems so enticing at 4:45…
God sends us some spiritual alarms along this journey with Him. You know what I’m talking about, right? You attend a revival and the message hits a little too close to home for you. You go to church camp and God speaks to your deepest spiritual need in such a way that there’s no mistaking it was Him. A friend just happens to bring up a subject in conversation that almost makes you think they know more about what’s going on in your life than you thought they did. They’re all just spiritual alarms – gifts from God to get us back on the right track with Him.
And the message from Him in those alarms is sometimes pretty straight forward. Sometimes His desire is for us to walk away from some things in our lives that are no good for us or Him. Sometimes He wants us to walk towards other things that need to be a part of who we are. And other times He simply wants to encourage us as we struggle on in a world that’s adamantly opposed to the God we serve. Nonetheless, the alarms sound just when we need them. The only problem is, sometimes we bow to habit and roll over to hit the snooze button.
We get comfortable with our choices, good or bad. We get familiar with the life we have, and we just want to continue as we are. Even if God makes it so obvious to us that He’s calling us to a higher plane of living, the snooze button is so enticing. And in all honesty, we know that it will only last for a short time. We know eventually there will be consequences for oversleeping, yet we lay there. And we know that eventually there will be consequences, usually painful ones, for choosing to resist God’s voice in our lives. Yet, we just continue to lay there.
So today, do you hear the alarm sounding? God is saying to us this morning, “Wake up! The world needs to hear about Me from you! Your family, your friends – they need you to point them to Me! Your life needs to look different! It’s time to stop hitting snooze! It’s time to start really living! Wake up!”
Beep…beep…beep…beep…the choice is yours.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Snooze. My alarm clock has a nifty little feature on it that sometimes gets me in trouble. It’s called “snooze” and I’m sure you’re familiar with it. At 4:45am when my alarm goes off, it’s all too easy to hit that magic button that gives me 9 more minutes of precious sleep. The truth is, I really don’t sleep after hitting that button. It’s only 9 minutes, and that’s not nearly enough time for me to go back to sleep. All I can do is lay there, but for some reason that extra 9 minutes of laying there seems so enticing at 4:45…
God sends us some spiritual alarms along this journey with Him. You know what I’m talking about, right? You attend a revival and the message hits a little too close to home for you. You go to church camp and God speaks to your deepest spiritual need in such a way that there’s no mistaking it was Him. A friend just happens to bring up a subject in conversation that almost makes you think they know more about what’s going on in your life than you thought they did. They’re all just spiritual alarms – gifts from God to get us back on the right track with Him.
And the message from Him in those alarms is sometimes pretty straight forward. Sometimes His desire is for us to walk away from some things in our lives that are no good for us or Him. Sometimes He wants us to walk towards other things that need to be a part of who we are. And other times He simply wants to encourage us as we struggle on in a world that’s adamantly opposed to the God we serve. Nonetheless, the alarms sound just when we need them. The only problem is, sometimes we bow to habit and roll over to hit the snooze button.
We get comfortable with our choices, good or bad. We get familiar with the life we have, and we just want to continue as we are. Even if God makes it so obvious to us that He’s calling us to a higher plane of living, the snooze button is so enticing. And in all honesty, we know that it will only last for a short time. We know eventually there will be consequences for oversleeping, yet we lay there. And we know that eventually there will be consequences, usually painful ones, for choosing to resist God’s voice in our lives. Yet, we just continue to lay there.
So today, do you hear the alarm sounding? God is saying to us this morning, “Wake up! The world needs to hear about Me from you! Your family, your friends – they need you to point them to Me! Your life needs to look different! It’s time to stop hitting snooze! It’s time to start really living! Wake up!”
Beep…beep…beep…beep…the choice is yours.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Hobbies.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Hobbies. We all have them, right? Some enjoy a round of golf from time to time. Some enjoy shooting hoops with their friends. Some folks like to jump on a four-wheeler and take a long ride in the woods. Still others like to head out to the deer woods and do a little hunting. From knitting to painting, everyone has hobbies.
Hobbies are those things we don’t actually have to do to survive, but we do them anyway because we enjoy them. Most of the time we don’t do them faithfully, but rather when we get the extra time. (I understand that there are exceptions to that rule.) But for the most part, that’s the nature of a hobby. We enjoy it so much because it’s something we aren't required to do like work or school.
I’ll just come out and ask the blunt question this morning in the interest of time: is God a hobby to you? Do you spend time with Him in prayer just when you have the extra time? How about His Word – do you read it when it’s convenient? Is worship a casual, extracurricular activity to you, also? What about church itself? Is it just something you occasionally attend for your entertainment sake, when you have nothing better to do?
Here’s the thing: our relationship with God produces so much in us that we can enjoy. When we’re walking in step with Him daily, we’ve got love, joy, peace…you remember the fruit of the Spirit, right? And we live full of them if we’re committing ourselves to Him daily! But the truth of the matter is, He’s more than just a hobby – we absolutely, without a doubt, NEED Him.
Not only do we need Him for an eternal salvation, but we need Him to live the full life He longs for us to have! The world is powerful and strong. Its influences are so much stronger and mightier than we are, and that’s the honest, realistic truth. You can’t win, on your own, against the world’s system. You just can’t. It’s bigger. It’s stronger. It’ll whip you every time. And so we need Him. Period.
And so today, examine your relationship with Him. If you have never begun one by asking Him to forgive your sin and be your Savior, take a moment right now and call out to Him. Admit to Him you realize you’re a sinner. Ask Him to cleanse that sin, and ask God to apply the sacrifice of Christ’s blood on the cross to your account. If you know Him and are simply serving Him in a casual way, recommit to Him today. Ask Him to be your everything – your all in all. Then make (and keep) a daily appointment with Him to spend some time in His Word, praying, and praising Him for His constant goodness in your life.
Hobbies are great, and I think they’re healthy. But the most unwise decision in the universe is to reduce the God of the ages to a simple hobby in our lives. He’s bigger than that. So today, let Him be big in your life. The adventure begins now…
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Hobbies. We all have them, right? Some enjoy a round of golf from time to time. Some enjoy shooting hoops with their friends. Some folks like to jump on a four-wheeler and take a long ride in the woods. Still others like to head out to the deer woods and do a little hunting. From knitting to painting, everyone has hobbies.
Hobbies are those things we don’t actually have to do to survive, but we do them anyway because we enjoy them. Most of the time we don’t do them faithfully, but rather when we get the extra time. (I understand that there are exceptions to that rule.) But for the most part, that’s the nature of a hobby. We enjoy it so much because it’s something we aren't required to do like work or school.
I’ll just come out and ask the blunt question this morning in the interest of time: is God a hobby to you? Do you spend time with Him in prayer just when you have the extra time? How about His Word – do you read it when it’s convenient? Is worship a casual, extracurricular activity to you, also? What about church itself? Is it just something you occasionally attend for your entertainment sake, when you have nothing better to do?
Here’s the thing: our relationship with God produces so much in us that we can enjoy. When we’re walking in step with Him daily, we’ve got love, joy, peace…you remember the fruit of the Spirit, right? And we live full of them if we’re committing ourselves to Him daily! But the truth of the matter is, He’s more than just a hobby – we absolutely, without a doubt, NEED Him.
Not only do we need Him for an eternal salvation, but we need Him to live the full life He longs for us to have! The world is powerful and strong. Its influences are so much stronger and mightier than we are, and that’s the honest, realistic truth. You can’t win, on your own, against the world’s system. You just can’t. It’s bigger. It’s stronger. It’ll whip you every time. And so we need Him. Period.
And so today, examine your relationship with Him. If you have never begun one by asking Him to forgive your sin and be your Savior, take a moment right now and call out to Him. Admit to Him you realize you’re a sinner. Ask Him to cleanse that sin, and ask God to apply the sacrifice of Christ’s blood on the cross to your account. If you know Him and are simply serving Him in a casual way, recommit to Him today. Ask Him to be your everything – your all in all. Then make (and keep) a daily appointment with Him to spend some time in His Word, praying, and praising Him for His constant goodness in your life.
Hobbies are great, and I think they’re healthy. But the most unwise decision in the universe is to reduce the God of the ages to a simple hobby in our lives. He’s bigger than that. So today, let Him be big in your life. The adventure begins now…
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Monday, November 15, 2010
God's Choice.
Monday, November 15, 2010
God’s Choice. It was a family meeting like never before. Samuel, God’s prophet, had come for a special visit. And as he passes down the line, he walks past son after son of Jesse. Yet the answer he continually hears from God is, “No…no…no…no…” Had he not heard right from the Lord when he thought the instructions were to go to Jesse’s house to find God’s choice for the next king of Israel? Why hadn’t he been able to find him there?
When he finally comes to the end of the line, he asks the obvious question “Is this it?” Jesse speaks up and informs him that there is one more son, the youngest. But they didn’t even figure it was important for him to be at this meeting. After all, he was the youngest. And he had older brothers that were wiser, stronger, better looking, and maybe smarter, with more life experience. Nonetheless, they sent for the young shepherd to come home.
Can’t you just see the fire and excitement in the eyes of this young teenager named David as God’s man looks him squarely in the eye and says, “You’re the one”? Can’t you just see the amazement as he begins to anoint David as the next King of the people that God has called His own? This young boy that others had written off would someday be the leader of the most mighty fighting force the world would ever see. This young boy that others thought was only good for watching herds of sheep would someday lead the massive nation of Israel. Others saw a young nobody. God saw a king. That was God’s choice.
There were tons of more qualified guys all around this young man. There were great speakers, great thinkers, great socially skilled guys, and even some deeply rooted students of Scripture. There were slightly older, more experienced ones. There they were – surrounding this young, 14 year old boy. No doubt, had you done a poll and asked the question, “Who, in this crowd, will be a preacher?” you’d have gotten a different answer than what became reality.
Yet I remember the morning I walked the isle and made the decision to follow God’s leadership in my life into ministry a public matter. Some scoffed, and for good reason. I couldn’t even drive myself, let alone lead anyone. Yet there I was, as green as a blade of grass and as inexperienced as anyone had ever been. Others saw a young nobody. God saw a preacher. That was God’s choice.
David wasn’t chosen because of his great leadership ability. He wasn’t chosen because of his vast knowledge of military strategy. He wasn’t chosen because he had proven himself capable of leading people effectively. He was chosen because he was a human being, perfectly capable of messing things up. He was chosen because it would be obvious to all that when he accomplished things it was God doing the accomplishing, not him.
I wasn’t chosen because of anything of myself. God didn’t say, “Well, look at that fine example of a human being. He is a natural leader, and his oratory skills are out of this world. And man oh man, look at his holiness! I think I’ll pick Him to preach my Word and lead my people.” Oh, quite the contrary. Much of my life has been spent as a poor example of a human being. I’m not a natural leader, and my oratory skills aren’t exactly the best on earth. And my holiness? Well, I’m a recipient of grace – need I say more? God chose me because anything and everything that would ever be accomplished through this ministry He’s called me to would very obviously be of Him, and not me.
No doubt many doubted God’s choice of David. And I know for a fact many doubted God’s choice of me. But when it’s all said and done, He chooses those who will ultimately point others back to Him. So with all of the many imperfections that make up blake Martin, I will spend the rest of this life I have here doing just that. After all, that’s God’s choice. And I want my life to honor it.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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God’s Choice. It was a family meeting like never before. Samuel, God’s prophet, had come for a special visit. And as he passes down the line, he walks past son after son of Jesse. Yet the answer he continually hears from God is, “No…no…no…no…” Had he not heard right from the Lord when he thought the instructions were to go to Jesse’s house to find God’s choice for the next king of Israel? Why hadn’t he been able to find him there?
When he finally comes to the end of the line, he asks the obvious question “Is this it?” Jesse speaks up and informs him that there is one more son, the youngest. But they didn’t even figure it was important for him to be at this meeting. After all, he was the youngest. And he had older brothers that were wiser, stronger, better looking, and maybe smarter, with more life experience. Nonetheless, they sent for the young shepherd to come home.
Can’t you just see the fire and excitement in the eyes of this young teenager named David as God’s man looks him squarely in the eye and says, “You’re the one”? Can’t you just see the amazement as he begins to anoint David as the next King of the people that God has called His own? This young boy that others had written off would someday be the leader of the most mighty fighting force the world would ever see. This young boy that others thought was only good for watching herds of sheep would someday lead the massive nation of Israel. Others saw a young nobody. God saw a king. That was God’s choice.
There were tons of more qualified guys all around this young man. There were great speakers, great thinkers, great socially skilled guys, and even some deeply rooted students of Scripture. There were slightly older, more experienced ones. There they were – surrounding this young, 14 year old boy. No doubt, had you done a poll and asked the question, “Who, in this crowd, will be a preacher?” you’d have gotten a different answer than what became reality.
Yet I remember the morning I walked the isle and made the decision to follow God’s leadership in my life into ministry a public matter. Some scoffed, and for good reason. I couldn’t even drive myself, let alone lead anyone. Yet there I was, as green as a blade of grass and as inexperienced as anyone had ever been. Others saw a young nobody. God saw a preacher. That was God’s choice.
David wasn’t chosen because of his great leadership ability. He wasn’t chosen because of his vast knowledge of military strategy. He wasn’t chosen because he had proven himself capable of leading people effectively. He was chosen because he was a human being, perfectly capable of messing things up. He was chosen because it would be obvious to all that when he accomplished things it was God doing the accomplishing, not him.
I wasn’t chosen because of anything of myself. God didn’t say, “Well, look at that fine example of a human being. He is a natural leader, and his oratory skills are out of this world. And man oh man, look at his holiness! I think I’ll pick Him to preach my Word and lead my people.” Oh, quite the contrary. Much of my life has been spent as a poor example of a human being. I’m not a natural leader, and my oratory skills aren’t exactly the best on earth. And my holiness? Well, I’m a recipient of grace – need I say more? God chose me because anything and everything that would ever be accomplished through this ministry He’s called me to would very obviously be of Him, and not me.
No doubt many doubted God’s choice of David. And I know for a fact many doubted God’s choice of me. But when it’s all said and done, He chooses those who will ultimately point others back to Him. So with all of the many imperfections that make up blake Martin, I will spend the rest of this life I have here doing just that. After all, that’s God’s choice. And I want my life to honor it.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Friday, November 12, 2010
When I Simply Come (Archives)
I had a few requests for this piece I wrote back in October 2008. So much of my life has changed in so many dramatic ways since then, that considering my blog from this morning ("Our Mountains") I thought it'd be nice to bring back an archived blog from the past, just to show how far God has brought me on this journey with Him.
I hope it's a blessing in some way to you.
blake
“When I Simply Come” by Blake Martin
About 3 months ago I spoke with God about my desire to allow Him to be my total LORD. I had found that in my busy life as a Pastor I had allowed other things to creep in and steal my focus. As a matter of fact, I began to follow things rather than Him. One day as I was doing some reading in preparation for a sermon, God was really speaking to me and the sermon was just rolling. But I stopped, took a break, and I set aside my Bible to pay a bill (my truck payment, as a matter of fact). It was in that moment that I realized that God and I had some work to do. And so I got on my knees.
I began to pray, and little did I know that the conversation I was having with God was going to change me and Shauna’s life in short order. In all honesty, there are those things that you cry out to God in moments where His presence is so intense, yet in the long run nothing changes. And, again, in all honesty, I have had plenty of those moments. I guess I just assumed this would be another one, but was I ever wrong. The words that I mouthed to the Lord were sincere, honest, and heartfelt. They came from the depths of who I am. They were real, and I intended for them to matter. They did, and still do.
I had made a statement a few days earlier to someone about my truck. Granted, my 2007 GMC Sierra 1500 Extended Cab is a beautiful ride, and has been with me through some tough stuff; it’s still just a truck. I told someone that I occasionally give the ole’ Gimmie a pat on the hood when I walk by. I caught myself from time to time trying to catch reflections of me and my truck while driving through town. Ridiculous you say? Yes, it was. My defense, which I used many times, was simple: “You just don’t understand the bond between a man and his truck.” I did exactly the same thing with my new Honda ATV. I was so proud – proud of what I had. Just stuff, but it gave me so much happiness. Do you notice a theme? “It gave me…” Wow, was I ever off base with Him.
That day, sitting in my study at the church, He revealed that to me. If you know me you know one thing about me that trumps everything else probably: I am stubborn. My head is thick, and sometimes it takes even my LORD a while to get a lesson across to me. So now fast-forward a few months into the future. I have taken my annual vacation time, as my need to get away and clear my heart about some things was very evident. So I went to the woods in North Arkansas – Hasty, AR to be exact. I sat at a brook and pondered what God has laid out to me a few months ago, and how I had allowed it to change me in absolutely no way. But I began to put two and two together about some events in my life after that day in the study – and it all began to make sense.
I told God to strip away anything that would prevent Him from being LORD in my life. I told Him I was ready to be totally committed, with nothing standing in the way of whole-hearted service to Him. I told Him I wanted to be able to honestly say that I love Him more than anything else in this world, and that no matter what was taken from me, my love and devotion to Him would not waver. I told Him all that – and I truly meant it. There was no disclaimer that stipulated my excuse to bow out of this commitment if it got too hard – I was truly laying it down. There was no lightning bolt – no thunder – no rattling walls. As a matter of fact, it took about 3 months for me to get my answer in the form of an affirmation.
At that brook in the woods of North Arkansas I picked up a stone and held it up to God and said, “God, this is my worry, my chains, my concerns, my desires, my idolatry, and the things that have held me back from full obedience to you.” I threw the stone as far as I could – across the brook into a place that I will never recover it. I picked up a second stone – a beautiful white stone (an awesome picture of purity). I held it up to God and said, “God, this is a reminder of who You are in my life. I will forever look at this stone and remember the Rock of my salvation, the Stone that the builders rejected, the Chief Cornerstone of the Church, the Foundation of my life, the One who will never leave me nor forsake me. When everything else crumbles, I know I have a Rock who will always stand strong. God, this is my reminder to trust in You. You are my Rock.” And I put the rock into my pocket. It now rides with me in the car wherever I go.
And so we are laying it all down. Some would say that life has thrown us a curve ball. It’s actually much simpler than that. “Life” hasn’t thrown us anything. God has given us the privilege of knowing Him better by simplifying our lives. You see, “When the music fades, and all is stripped away, and I simply come – longing just to bring, something that’s of worth, that will bless Your heart – I’ll bring You more than a song, for a song in itself it not what You have required. You search much deeper within, to the way things appear – You’re looking into my heart!”
My God is bringing me back to the heart of worship! It’s not just music, or singing, or preaching, or praying, or lifting hands, or dancing, or shouting, or standing and clapping, or even evangelizing or teaching! It’s all about Him being God in our lives! It’s all about Him being on the throne of Lordship in our lives! It’s all about Him being in charge! He doesn’t deserve to be the “co-pilot” – He should be the PILOT! And I’m coming back to that –and He’s being patient with me as I do.
So what’s the bottom line? It’s actually really simple: I asked God to take away my distractions and He did. Does it hurt when the Great Physician does surgery on our hearts and lives? You bet – it hurts a lot! But the end result – knowing Him better and following Him more faithfully into the adventure called ministry – it so worth it! So the ball comes back to your court now…who or what is God in your life?
One more thing just so you know: God took some things that I thought I had to have away – but provided for the needs we had through His people. You see, taking a step of faith into the seemingly pitch black darkness of an unknown future is a lot more bearable when you have God’s people, listening to His voice and leadership in their life, to stand with you. So we will not skip a beat – ministry will continue, and my eyes will be fixed upon Him who loves me enough to die for me. Shauna and I will never be the same after this experience, and we will always look back to the day when God woke me up and brought me to the place of total submission to His will. It will forever be known as the day that I simply came and He made me free.
FOOTNOTE:
Though so much of what I wrote about in this piece is no longer part of my life, including some relationships, I still have my pure, white stone sitting on the desk in my office. Just another reminder that anything in our life can be taken from us, but He remains. The new phrase I've clung to so heartily in the past year of the journey, God is faithful, fits so aptly here. It's the truth - GIF!
blessings,
blake
I hope it's a blessing in some way to you.
blake
“When I Simply Come” by Blake Martin
About 3 months ago I spoke with God about my desire to allow Him to be my total LORD. I had found that in my busy life as a Pastor I had allowed other things to creep in and steal my focus. As a matter of fact, I began to follow things rather than Him. One day as I was doing some reading in preparation for a sermon, God was really speaking to me and the sermon was just rolling. But I stopped, took a break, and I set aside my Bible to pay a bill (my truck payment, as a matter of fact). It was in that moment that I realized that God and I had some work to do. And so I got on my knees.
I began to pray, and little did I know that the conversation I was having with God was going to change me and Shauna’s life in short order. In all honesty, there are those things that you cry out to God in moments where His presence is so intense, yet in the long run nothing changes. And, again, in all honesty, I have had plenty of those moments. I guess I just assumed this would be another one, but was I ever wrong. The words that I mouthed to the Lord were sincere, honest, and heartfelt. They came from the depths of who I am. They were real, and I intended for them to matter. They did, and still do.
I had made a statement a few days earlier to someone about my truck. Granted, my 2007 GMC Sierra 1500 Extended Cab is a beautiful ride, and has been with me through some tough stuff; it’s still just a truck. I told someone that I occasionally give the ole’ Gimmie a pat on the hood when I walk by. I caught myself from time to time trying to catch reflections of me and my truck while driving through town. Ridiculous you say? Yes, it was. My defense, which I used many times, was simple: “You just don’t understand the bond between a man and his truck.” I did exactly the same thing with my new Honda ATV. I was so proud – proud of what I had. Just stuff, but it gave me so much happiness. Do you notice a theme? “It gave me…” Wow, was I ever off base with Him.
That day, sitting in my study at the church, He revealed that to me. If you know me you know one thing about me that trumps everything else probably: I am stubborn. My head is thick, and sometimes it takes even my LORD a while to get a lesson across to me. So now fast-forward a few months into the future. I have taken my annual vacation time, as my need to get away and clear my heart about some things was very evident. So I went to the woods in North Arkansas – Hasty, AR to be exact. I sat at a brook and pondered what God has laid out to me a few months ago, and how I had allowed it to change me in absolutely no way. But I began to put two and two together about some events in my life after that day in the study – and it all began to make sense.
I told God to strip away anything that would prevent Him from being LORD in my life. I told Him I was ready to be totally committed, with nothing standing in the way of whole-hearted service to Him. I told Him I wanted to be able to honestly say that I love Him more than anything else in this world, and that no matter what was taken from me, my love and devotion to Him would not waver. I told Him all that – and I truly meant it. There was no disclaimer that stipulated my excuse to bow out of this commitment if it got too hard – I was truly laying it down. There was no lightning bolt – no thunder – no rattling walls. As a matter of fact, it took about 3 months for me to get my answer in the form of an affirmation.
At that brook in the woods of North Arkansas I picked up a stone and held it up to God and said, “God, this is my worry, my chains, my concerns, my desires, my idolatry, and the things that have held me back from full obedience to you.” I threw the stone as far as I could – across the brook into a place that I will never recover it. I picked up a second stone – a beautiful white stone (an awesome picture of purity). I held it up to God and said, “God, this is a reminder of who You are in my life. I will forever look at this stone and remember the Rock of my salvation, the Stone that the builders rejected, the Chief Cornerstone of the Church, the Foundation of my life, the One who will never leave me nor forsake me. When everything else crumbles, I know I have a Rock who will always stand strong. God, this is my reminder to trust in You. You are my Rock.” And I put the rock into my pocket. It now rides with me in the car wherever I go.
And so we are laying it all down. Some would say that life has thrown us a curve ball. It’s actually much simpler than that. “Life” hasn’t thrown us anything. God has given us the privilege of knowing Him better by simplifying our lives. You see, “When the music fades, and all is stripped away, and I simply come – longing just to bring, something that’s of worth, that will bless Your heart – I’ll bring You more than a song, for a song in itself it not what You have required. You search much deeper within, to the way things appear – You’re looking into my heart!”
My God is bringing me back to the heart of worship! It’s not just music, or singing, or preaching, or praying, or lifting hands, or dancing, or shouting, or standing and clapping, or even evangelizing or teaching! It’s all about Him being God in our lives! It’s all about Him being on the throne of Lordship in our lives! It’s all about Him being in charge! He doesn’t deserve to be the “co-pilot” – He should be the PILOT! And I’m coming back to that –and He’s being patient with me as I do.
So what’s the bottom line? It’s actually really simple: I asked God to take away my distractions and He did. Does it hurt when the Great Physician does surgery on our hearts and lives? You bet – it hurts a lot! But the end result – knowing Him better and following Him more faithfully into the adventure called ministry – it so worth it! So the ball comes back to your court now…who or what is God in your life?
One more thing just so you know: God took some things that I thought I had to have away – but provided for the needs we had through His people. You see, taking a step of faith into the seemingly pitch black darkness of an unknown future is a lot more bearable when you have God’s people, listening to His voice and leadership in their life, to stand with you. So we will not skip a beat – ministry will continue, and my eyes will be fixed upon Him who loves me enough to die for me. Shauna and I will never be the same after this experience, and we will always look back to the day when God woke me up and brought me to the place of total submission to His will. It will forever be known as the day that I simply came and He made me free.
FOOTNOTE:
Though so much of what I wrote about in this piece is no longer part of my life, including some relationships, I still have my pure, white stone sitting on the desk in my office. Just another reminder that anything in our life can be taken from us, but He remains. The new phrase I've clung to so heartily in the past year of the journey, God is faithful, fits so aptly here. It's the truth - GIF!
blessings,
blake
Our Mountains.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Our Mountains. I can almost see Caleb’s determined eyes as he admires the land he has set his heart on. He looks squarely at Joshua and says those famous words, “Give me that mountain.” At the ripe age of 75, many would have thought maybe it’s time for ole Caleb to slow down, to begin to think about retirement. Playing golf with all his retired buddies should be the way his days should be spent, not conquering new lands for God. After all, he’s faithfully trusted and served God for all these years, surely he deserves a break, right?
Well, that’s not his mindset at all. Joshua reminds him that the mountain he has his sights set on is full of giants. These are vicious, angry, aggressive, war-hungry mammoths of men. And yet here’s Caleb, eyes of steel fixed on the mountain before him, saying, “God’s going to fight for me. This is His will, and I’m going to obey. Give me this mountain!” And the rest is history, or should I say His-story.
Last summer, the summer of 2009, I felt God saying something to my heart. There are a few people that can vouch for this, as I spoke to them about it. My sister Kristi is one of those people. I felt, within my heart and spirit, that God was calling me back to reach and disciple students in Cabot. As I prayed through that decision, which I thought was strangely timed and would be greatly misunderstood by the folks I was currently serving with, I spoke to my best friend at the time. Their response was very simply, “No bueno. Not gonna happen. Period.” As I prayed through this troubling predicament that I found myself in, I remember uttering these words to the Lord, “God, whatever it takes, please let me be found serving You where You want me, taking every step in obedience to Your plan and purpose for my ministry.”
“Whatever it takes…” Dangerous words, but they were straight from my heart. And God heard, and God answered. The journey that would lay ahead, the journey of “whatever it takes”, would be extremely painful and difficult. Yet, as I look back over the journey itself, I could not be any more full of joy at where it led me. God used that uphill, painful, excruciating journey to bring me to a full view of the mountain.
Every time I look at students in this town, I see my mountain. I see eternal destinies, thousands of them. Sure there are giants in the land, and they're monstrous. Drugs, alcohol, sex, violence, rebellion, busyness, outright anger…these are just a few. And they are strong. And for far too long, they have controlled this land. But the time has come that God’s people in Cabot, Arkansas are beginning to stand up, look our Calebs straight in the eye, and with a resolve as solid as steel itself say our words of sheer commitment, “Give us this mountain!”
So I wake up each morning, ready for the day ahead. Ready for days filled with conquering mountains. This past week, God has allowed us to see 2 mountains conquered, as 2 students have given their hearts and lives to Christ. Just awesome. But may we remember: there are 10,000 more right here in this town that need Him all the more.
So stand with me, would ya? Let’s face the world straight on. Sure, we’ve been in this for a while. Sure, there are many that doubt the chances of our conquering the land. Sure there are a million reasons why we can’t. But God has called us to this. He’ll fight for us. He wants our obedience and trust. So stand up straight, fix your eyes on the eternal destination of those around you, and proclaim with all the might you can muster, “Give me that mountain!”
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Feel free to write blake anytime at pastorblakeman@yahoo.com
Our Mountains. I can almost see Caleb’s determined eyes as he admires the land he has set his heart on. He looks squarely at Joshua and says those famous words, “Give me that mountain.” At the ripe age of 75, many would have thought maybe it’s time for ole Caleb to slow down, to begin to think about retirement. Playing golf with all his retired buddies should be the way his days should be spent, not conquering new lands for God. After all, he’s faithfully trusted and served God for all these years, surely he deserves a break, right?
Well, that’s not his mindset at all. Joshua reminds him that the mountain he has his sights set on is full of giants. These are vicious, angry, aggressive, war-hungry mammoths of men. And yet here’s Caleb, eyes of steel fixed on the mountain before him, saying, “God’s going to fight for me. This is His will, and I’m going to obey. Give me this mountain!” And the rest is history, or should I say His-story.
Last summer, the summer of 2009, I felt God saying something to my heart. There are a few people that can vouch for this, as I spoke to them about it. My sister Kristi is one of those people. I felt, within my heart and spirit, that God was calling me back to reach and disciple students in Cabot. As I prayed through that decision, which I thought was strangely timed and would be greatly misunderstood by the folks I was currently serving with, I spoke to my best friend at the time. Their response was very simply, “No bueno. Not gonna happen. Period.” As I prayed through this troubling predicament that I found myself in, I remember uttering these words to the Lord, “God, whatever it takes, please let me be found serving You where You want me, taking every step in obedience to Your plan and purpose for my ministry.”
“Whatever it takes…” Dangerous words, but they were straight from my heart. And God heard, and God answered. The journey that would lay ahead, the journey of “whatever it takes”, would be extremely painful and difficult. Yet, as I look back over the journey itself, I could not be any more full of joy at where it led me. God used that uphill, painful, excruciating journey to bring me to a full view of the mountain.
Every time I look at students in this town, I see my mountain. I see eternal destinies, thousands of them. Sure there are giants in the land, and they're monstrous. Drugs, alcohol, sex, violence, rebellion, busyness, outright anger…these are just a few. And they are strong. And for far too long, they have controlled this land. But the time has come that God’s people in Cabot, Arkansas are beginning to stand up, look our Calebs straight in the eye, and with a resolve as solid as steel itself say our words of sheer commitment, “Give us this mountain!”
So I wake up each morning, ready for the day ahead. Ready for days filled with conquering mountains. This past week, God has allowed us to see 2 mountains conquered, as 2 students have given their hearts and lives to Christ. Just awesome. But may we remember: there are 10,000 more right here in this town that need Him all the more.
So stand with me, would ya? Let’s face the world straight on. Sure, we’ve been in this for a while. Sure, there are many that doubt the chances of our conquering the land. Sure there are a million reasons why we can’t. But God has called us to this. He’ll fight for us. He wants our obedience and trust. So stand up straight, fix your eyes on the eternal destination of those around you, and proclaim with all the might you can muster, “Give me that mountain!”
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Thursday, November 11, 2010
Humanity's Heroes.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Humanity’s Heroes. He wakes up early today. As soon as he opens his eyes he leans over to kiss his wife good morning, only to remember she’s not there. She’s a few thousand miles away, waking up today on her own too. He only has a picture of her, and their 2 small kids, to admire this morning as he gets up to start another day. It’ll be over 100 degrees today, and that’s nothing compared to what it will feel like once he gets his 100+ lbs of gear on. He’ll no doubt be shot at today. He’ll face horrible conditions today. He’ll most likely be underappreciated today. But to him, it’s nothing spectacular. It’s just another day at the office.
He wakes up early today. Seems like after all these years, he just can’t help but beat the sun up like this. The seasons are changing, so his bones and joints are pretty achy thanks to the old friend arthritis. As he opens his eyes, he rolls over to kiss his wife of a lifetime good morning, only to remember she’s not there. She’s been in heaven now for a few years. He only has a picture of her and the hope of seeing her again to keep him going now. He’s been shot at. He’s been underappreciated. He’s faced horrible conditions. But to him, it’s nothing spectacular. Serving his country was just his duty.
And so goes the life of the American soldier, whether of the past or present. Men and women are serving our nation as we speak on battlefields most of us don’t even slightly understand. They’re facing life and death realities on a daily basis. They’re putting on a uniform that bears a flag of a country they’ve pledged their willingness to die for, should the need arise. And they do it for us. For us – the people that so often forget about them and their sacrifice. They are doing it for us.
Veterans are a special breed of human. They’ve seen their battles, and survived only to relive the memories every time they see that flag waving in the breeze. I’ve got a couple of soldiers in my family. My dad is currently in the military, and I lift him up today for his willing service to my country. And my papaw served in Korea so many years ago, and he’s the veteran I spoke of above.
Call them a hero and they’ll argue with you. Tell them they’re heroic and they’ll simply say they were “just doing their job.” You see, that’s a mark of a true hero: they don’t consider themselves as such. These are great men and women. These are the best of the best, whether they served in the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, or Coast Guard. These are the pride and joy of a nation that owes so much to their sacrifice. These are humanity’s heroes.
So today, Veteran’s Day, don’t miss a chance to thank a man or woman in uniform for their service. Don’t miss a chance to shake the hand of that veteran wearing that POW-MIA or veteran’s cap. Do something spectacular for them. Buy their lunch at the restaurant you see them at. Pay for their gas at the gas station you run into them at. Do something – anything – to show them how much this nation loves and cherishes them. It’s an honor to know a hero. It’s a God-given blessing to share this earth with them. And it’s our responsibility to let them know it.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Humanity’s Heroes. He wakes up early today. As soon as he opens his eyes he leans over to kiss his wife good morning, only to remember she’s not there. She’s a few thousand miles away, waking up today on her own too. He only has a picture of her, and their 2 small kids, to admire this morning as he gets up to start another day. It’ll be over 100 degrees today, and that’s nothing compared to what it will feel like once he gets his 100+ lbs of gear on. He’ll no doubt be shot at today. He’ll face horrible conditions today. He’ll most likely be underappreciated today. But to him, it’s nothing spectacular. It’s just another day at the office.
He wakes up early today. Seems like after all these years, he just can’t help but beat the sun up like this. The seasons are changing, so his bones and joints are pretty achy thanks to the old friend arthritis. As he opens his eyes, he rolls over to kiss his wife of a lifetime good morning, only to remember she’s not there. She’s been in heaven now for a few years. He only has a picture of her and the hope of seeing her again to keep him going now. He’s been shot at. He’s been underappreciated. He’s faced horrible conditions. But to him, it’s nothing spectacular. Serving his country was just his duty.
And so goes the life of the American soldier, whether of the past or present. Men and women are serving our nation as we speak on battlefields most of us don’t even slightly understand. They’re facing life and death realities on a daily basis. They’re putting on a uniform that bears a flag of a country they’ve pledged their willingness to die for, should the need arise. And they do it for us. For us – the people that so often forget about them and their sacrifice. They are doing it for us.
Veterans are a special breed of human. They’ve seen their battles, and survived only to relive the memories every time they see that flag waving in the breeze. I’ve got a couple of soldiers in my family. My dad is currently in the military, and I lift him up today for his willing service to my country. And my papaw served in Korea so many years ago, and he’s the veteran I spoke of above.
Call them a hero and they’ll argue with you. Tell them they’re heroic and they’ll simply say they were “just doing their job.” You see, that’s a mark of a true hero: they don’t consider themselves as such. These are great men and women. These are the best of the best, whether they served in the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, or Coast Guard. These are the pride and joy of a nation that owes so much to their sacrifice. These are humanity’s heroes.
So today, Veteran’s Day, don’t miss a chance to thank a man or woman in uniform for their service. Don’t miss a chance to shake the hand of that veteran wearing that POW-MIA or veteran’s cap. Do something spectacular for them. Buy their lunch at the restaurant you see them at. Pay for their gas at the gas station you run into them at. Do something – anything – to show them how much this nation loves and cherishes them. It’s an honor to know a hero. It’s a God-given blessing to share this earth with them. And it’s our responsibility to let them know it.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The Overflow.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The Overflow. Just picture with me for a moment a jug of water and an empty glass. As I’m talking with you I begin to pour that water from the jug into that empty glass. The glass is no longer empty, but quickly begins to be filled. As I continue to talk, the water level continues to rise, until finally it reaches the top. I don’t stop, but rather I continue to pour. As I keep on pouring, the water overflows from the glass and begins to spill everywhere. I still don’t stop. I continue by pouring all of the contents of the jug into the glass, until all around us is a puddle of water. That’s the overflow. We’re now standing in the overflow.
All throughout the New Testament, we read of a filling that can occur for believers. We first see it in the Book of Acts when the Holy Spirit is sent to dwell in the hearts of followers of Christ on the Day of Pentecost. But the idea continues, throughout the Word from there on out. It’s not just having the presence of the Holy Spirit – which all of us who have asked Christ to save us have. No, it’s a step further than that. It’s a filling – it’s a desire to not just have Him, but to be FULL of Him. And once we’re living FULL of Him, He wants to keep on pouring into us.
I have seen what happens when people live as overflowing vessels. No doubt, many of you have too. These are the folks that can’t help but talk about Jesus to their lost friends and family. It’s just what comes out when they begin conversation. It isn’t forced, it just seems to overflow. These are the folks that have that encouraging word so eagerly coming from their mouths instead of tearing others down all the time. They don’t have to force those uplifting words, they just seem to overflow. These are the folks that want to serve Christ in the Church no matter what the cost. Sure they get tired, but it’s almost as if they don’t have to force themselves to get up and be a part of what God is doing. It just overflows from their lives. And when you get a few folks like that together, man alive the glory will roll!
But I’ve also known people, and actually spent great deals of time with a few of them, that are overflowing, just not in the same way. It seems like all they have to say is negative. They’re always complaining about something. Nothing is ever right, and if you ever fail them you’ll hear about it from now until eternity. And then they get around someone else of like mind and the gossip begins to roll like the waters of the Nile. But to their defense, it’s not like they’re forcing this type of attitude. They’re just overflowing.
The difference is simple: whatever is being poured into us on a regular basis is what will overflow out of us into the world around us. And when it’s all said and done, the world will be standing in a puddle of our overflow, whether good or bad. The question is: are you allowing Him to pour Himself into you on a daily basis so that your overflow will be His Spirit to those around you? Or are you allowing the enemy to pour himself into you so that all the world feels are the effects of the devilish overflow of your life?
Today, ask God to fill you up to overflowing with Him. Ask Him to overflow you into the lives of everyone you come into contact with. Ask Him to show Himself to them through you. Ask Him for the overflow. And when it comes, just get ready: you’re gonna have some wet feet.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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The Overflow. Just picture with me for a moment a jug of water and an empty glass. As I’m talking with you I begin to pour that water from the jug into that empty glass. The glass is no longer empty, but quickly begins to be filled. As I continue to talk, the water level continues to rise, until finally it reaches the top. I don’t stop, but rather I continue to pour. As I keep on pouring, the water overflows from the glass and begins to spill everywhere. I still don’t stop. I continue by pouring all of the contents of the jug into the glass, until all around us is a puddle of water. That’s the overflow. We’re now standing in the overflow.
All throughout the New Testament, we read of a filling that can occur for believers. We first see it in the Book of Acts when the Holy Spirit is sent to dwell in the hearts of followers of Christ on the Day of Pentecost. But the idea continues, throughout the Word from there on out. It’s not just having the presence of the Holy Spirit – which all of us who have asked Christ to save us have. No, it’s a step further than that. It’s a filling – it’s a desire to not just have Him, but to be FULL of Him. And once we’re living FULL of Him, He wants to keep on pouring into us.
I have seen what happens when people live as overflowing vessels. No doubt, many of you have too. These are the folks that can’t help but talk about Jesus to their lost friends and family. It’s just what comes out when they begin conversation. It isn’t forced, it just seems to overflow. These are the folks that have that encouraging word so eagerly coming from their mouths instead of tearing others down all the time. They don’t have to force those uplifting words, they just seem to overflow. These are the folks that want to serve Christ in the Church no matter what the cost. Sure they get tired, but it’s almost as if they don’t have to force themselves to get up and be a part of what God is doing. It just overflows from their lives. And when you get a few folks like that together, man alive the glory will roll!
But I’ve also known people, and actually spent great deals of time with a few of them, that are overflowing, just not in the same way. It seems like all they have to say is negative. They’re always complaining about something. Nothing is ever right, and if you ever fail them you’ll hear about it from now until eternity. And then they get around someone else of like mind and the gossip begins to roll like the waters of the Nile. But to their defense, it’s not like they’re forcing this type of attitude. They’re just overflowing.
The difference is simple: whatever is being poured into us on a regular basis is what will overflow out of us into the world around us. And when it’s all said and done, the world will be standing in a puddle of our overflow, whether good or bad. The question is: are you allowing Him to pour Himself into you on a daily basis so that your overflow will be His Spirit to those around you? Or are you allowing the enemy to pour himself into you so that all the world feels are the effects of the devilish overflow of your life?
Today, ask God to fill you up to overflowing with Him. Ask Him to overflow you into the lives of everyone you come into contact with. Ask Him to show Himself to them through you. Ask Him for the overflow. And when it comes, just get ready: you’re gonna have some wet feet.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Monday, November 8, 2010
The Angle.
Monday, November 08, 2010
The Angle. So much of our lives are so dependent on the angle that we’re looking from. I have a friend from my old youth group days in Conway that was so tall it was unreal. He was just a big guy – football player big. His name is Joe, and you guess it: we called him Big Joe. He was huge! And I’m not going to lie, it was pretty nice knowing I had him on my side if anyone ever gave me any problems if you know what I mean. And though he was a giant of a guy, he had a heart that was as big as his stature. But this morning I’m remembered this one thing: Big Joe had a different angle on life than I did back then.
So it is true with God. We get so caught up in the moment, don’t we? I mean, whether it’s a good moment or a bad one, it’s almost like to us – the moment is all there is. Just think about it: if something incredibly bad happens, how often do we see people so distraught by that bad moment that they don’t think they have anything to live for? I’ll admit, I’ve been there. I’ve been in the night that was so dark it just seemed like the sun would never rise again. And boy, is that ever hard. As a matter of fact, I really don’t think hard is an apt word to describe that pain. I think excruciating is more fitting. That is a moment that just seems impossible to survive.
And then there are those mountain top moments. You know what I’m talking about. We have those moments when it seems as though nothing in the world could go wrong. We’re living the dream in that moment – everything is perfect. And we forget, in that moment, that life is still life. The world is still messed up. And this mountaintop will only last for so long, and we’ll eventually be spending some quality time in another valley. But we don’t see that, because there we are – on the mountaintop – in our moment.
Yet there sits God. From His angle He sees it all, past, present and future. Though it’s hard for us to imagine, the truth is that He sees us now just as much as He sees the day we were born, just as much as He sees the day we’ll stand before Him. Amazing, isn’t it? See, that’s His angle. And that’s why He can be trusted when He says things like, “All things work together for the good of those who love God, who are the called according to His purpose.” His angle says it all. He really does know!
So who are you entrusting your life to today? Is it all in your hands? That’s a dangerous place to be, friend. Are you allowing your life to be driven and determined by somebody else in this life? I’d be scared to allow someone else here to have the steering wheel of who I am. Or is God your pilot? He knows the way; He sees the entire journey better than we see the right now. So trust Him, would ya? Trust Him if for no other reason than this: He’s got the best angle.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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The Angle. So much of our lives are so dependent on the angle that we’re looking from. I have a friend from my old youth group days in Conway that was so tall it was unreal. He was just a big guy – football player big. His name is Joe, and you guess it: we called him Big Joe. He was huge! And I’m not going to lie, it was pretty nice knowing I had him on my side if anyone ever gave me any problems if you know what I mean. And though he was a giant of a guy, he had a heart that was as big as his stature. But this morning I’m remembered this one thing: Big Joe had a different angle on life than I did back then.
So it is true with God. We get so caught up in the moment, don’t we? I mean, whether it’s a good moment or a bad one, it’s almost like to us – the moment is all there is. Just think about it: if something incredibly bad happens, how often do we see people so distraught by that bad moment that they don’t think they have anything to live for? I’ll admit, I’ve been there. I’ve been in the night that was so dark it just seemed like the sun would never rise again. And boy, is that ever hard. As a matter of fact, I really don’t think hard is an apt word to describe that pain. I think excruciating is more fitting. That is a moment that just seems impossible to survive.
And then there are those mountain top moments. You know what I’m talking about. We have those moments when it seems as though nothing in the world could go wrong. We’re living the dream in that moment – everything is perfect. And we forget, in that moment, that life is still life. The world is still messed up. And this mountaintop will only last for so long, and we’ll eventually be spending some quality time in another valley. But we don’t see that, because there we are – on the mountaintop – in our moment.
Yet there sits God. From His angle He sees it all, past, present and future. Though it’s hard for us to imagine, the truth is that He sees us now just as much as He sees the day we were born, just as much as He sees the day we’ll stand before Him. Amazing, isn’t it? See, that’s His angle. And that’s why He can be trusted when He says things like, “All things work together for the good of those who love God, who are the called according to His purpose.” His angle says it all. He really does know!
So who are you entrusting your life to today? Is it all in your hands? That’s a dangerous place to be, friend. Are you allowing your life to be driven and determined by somebody else in this life? I’d be scared to allow someone else here to have the steering wheel of who I am. Or is God your pilot? He knows the way; He sees the entire journey better than we see the right now. So trust Him, would ya? Trust Him if for no other reason than this: He’s got the best angle.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Friday, November 5, 2010
God's Hatred.
Friday, November 05, 2010
God’s Hatred. I’m sure today’s blog title caught your attention somewhat. And I’ll have to admit, I was sort of going for that. For the past several days, I’ve had this idea on my mind for some reason. Everyone quotes Scriptures they like, right? Everyone loves John 3:16, as do I. Everyone loves Romans 3:23, as do it. We love speaking those words like, “God is love.” And He is. But He also hates, did you know that?
God does hate. Proverbs gives us a short list of things the Lord hates, but I believe based upon Scripture His hated is broader than that. And as strange as this may sound to you, and as contrary to everything we normally preach and teach as this may sound, I think the most poignant picture of God’s hatred is seen on the cross. That’s right, the cross. Let me explain.
God does hate. But He doesn’t hate us. As a matter of fact, to the degree that He loves us, He hates our sin. That’s right – He hates sin. And as we look at the cross and see all that Jesus is enduring we see the parallel picture. God loves humanity in such an immense way, yet His hatred for sin is just as immense. He despises it. He abhors it. It sickens Him. Sin is literally called “abomination” in His Book, which literally means it turns His stomach.
Yet today, so many use the “God is love” words to justify their living in a life that is defined by sinful choices. They’re doing their own thing, following the lusts of their flesh, and talking away the conviction of the Holy Spirit and the concern of the believers that love them by simply saying, “God loves me. His grace covers all this.” There’s only one problem: God hates sin. Fervently. And there’s a tremendously compelling reason that He hates sin – He knows what it does to us.
I’m about to make a statement that is pretty bold. I’m not one to make such statements lightly, so please understand these words have been rolling around in my head for a few days before I actually uttered them to anyone. And you, my blog audience, are the first to hear (or read) them. “If God can just wink at our sin as no big deal, then one of two things must be true: either He doesn’t love us as He says, or He’s not all knowing as He says. It’s just that simple.” There you have it – straight talking truth for you this morning.
Seriously, think about it. If He really does LOVE us as He says He does, and if He really does KNOW all things, including the past, present, and future, then He can’t just discount sin as no big deal in our lives. He knows what it will do to us. It’s out of His great love that He chastens us – He disciplines us – when we stray from the lifestyle that He desires for us. He wants to correct us, and to show us that His plan, His will, His righteous choices, are what’s best. Why? Because He knows that sin doesn’t hurt us – it DESTROYS us. It doesn’t break our heart – it SHATTERS it. It doesn’t just affect our lives – it will RUIN our lives. What kind of God – what kind of Father – what kind of Best friend – would He be if He simply allowed that to happen?
So yes, God does hate, and to the same degree that He loves. As a matter of fact, I guess you could say that He hates BECAUSE He loves. He loves you. He hates sin. And today, He wants you to realize both, just as He’s been saying to me the past few days. “Oh how He loves you and me! Oh how He loves you and me! He gave His life, what more could He give? Oh how He loves you! Oh how He loves me! Oh how He loves you and me!” And today, well, that’s the best news in the universe.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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God’s Hatred. I’m sure today’s blog title caught your attention somewhat. And I’ll have to admit, I was sort of going for that. For the past several days, I’ve had this idea on my mind for some reason. Everyone quotes Scriptures they like, right? Everyone loves John 3:16, as do I. Everyone loves Romans 3:23, as do it. We love speaking those words like, “God is love.” And He is. But He also hates, did you know that?
God does hate. Proverbs gives us a short list of things the Lord hates, but I believe based upon Scripture His hated is broader than that. And as strange as this may sound to you, and as contrary to everything we normally preach and teach as this may sound, I think the most poignant picture of God’s hatred is seen on the cross. That’s right, the cross. Let me explain.
God does hate. But He doesn’t hate us. As a matter of fact, to the degree that He loves us, He hates our sin. That’s right – He hates sin. And as we look at the cross and see all that Jesus is enduring we see the parallel picture. God loves humanity in such an immense way, yet His hatred for sin is just as immense. He despises it. He abhors it. It sickens Him. Sin is literally called “abomination” in His Book, which literally means it turns His stomach.
Yet today, so many use the “God is love” words to justify their living in a life that is defined by sinful choices. They’re doing their own thing, following the lusts of their flesh, and talking away the conviction of the Holy Spirit and the concern of the believers that love them by simply saying, “God loves me. His grace covers all this.” There’s only one problem: God hates sin. Fervently. And there’s a tremendously compelling reason that He hates sin – He knows what it does to us.
I’m about to make a statement that is pretty bold. I’m not one to make such statements lightly, so please understand these words have been rolling around in my head for a few days before I actually uttered them to anyone. And you, my blog audience, are the first to hear (or read) them. “If God can just wink at our sin as no big deal, then one of two things must be true: either He doesn’t love us as He says, or He’s not all knowing as He says. It’s just that simple.” There you have it – straight talking truth for you this morning.
Seriously, think about it. If He really does LOVE us as He says He does, and if He really does KNOW all things, including the past, present, and future, then He can’t just discount sin as no big deal in our lives. He knows what it will do to us. It’s out of His great love that He chastens us – He disciplines us – when we stray from the lifestyle that He desires for us. He wants to correct us, and to show us that His plan, His will, His righteous choices, are what’s best. Why? Because He knows that sin doesn’t hurt us – it DESTROYS us. It doesn’t break our heart – it SHATTERS it. It doesn’t just affect our lives – it will RUIN our lives. What kind of God – what kind of Father – what kind of Best friend – would He be if He simply allowed that to happen?
So yes, God does hate, and to the same degree that He loves. As a matter of fact, I guess you could say that He hates BECAUSE He loves. He loves you. He hates sin. And today, He wants you to realize both, just as He’s been saying to me the past few days. “Oh how He loves you and me! Oh how He loves you and me! He gave His life, what more could He give? Oh how He loves you! Oh how He loves me! Oh how He loves you and me!” And today, well, that’s the best news in the universe.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Thursday, November 4, 2010
Changing Weather.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Changing Weather. Have you noticed something crazy happening outside? It’s strange – it seems like every day that I wake up it’s slightly cooler. It’s amazing how this seems to always happen this time of the year. Okay, so maybe it’s not that incredible, after all. It is just the weather, and we’ve all come to expect that to change with the seasons. And if you have the blessing of living in Arkansas as I do, you certainly know all about constantly changing weather.
But just as predictable as the changing seasons are, so comes the griping and complaining about them. Have you ever noticed that? During the summer, when it’s 100 degrees, there are so many people that complain about how hot it is. And then, when the cool down comes in the fall, those same people begin to complain about how cold it is. And in between, when the temperature is nestled right between the hot and cold spots, they seem too long for a few degrees of difference in what it actually is. The trend is, very simply, that they just aren’t satisfied…ever.
Which led me to begin to think about this idea of changing weather. After all, it’s going to change. Seasons come and seasons go. It’s inevitable. And there’s absolutely nothing we can do about it. Period. We cannot change the circumstances of the weather. That is out of our control. We just can’t. But there is something we can change…
We can change us. We can change how we deal with the changing weather. We can change our attitude about the hot or cold temperatures. We can change us. That’s right – it’s true.
So today, here’s a thought: when circumstances are beyond our control in life, and there’s absolutely nothing we can do to change the place that we are currently in, focus on what you do have some control over – you. When someone hurts you and you can’t do anything to steer that situation, zero in on your attitude and how you handle those circumstances beyond your control. When life just seems to throw you a batch of rotten eggs, focus on making the best of a horrible situation with your attitude.
We can’t change the weather, just as we can’t change so much of this life. But by placing our faith and trust in Christ, we can steer ourselves in a direction that brings honor, glory, and renown to Him. Now I’m going to go put on my coat and head on out for the day ahead…it’s cold outside, but my heart is full of the warmth of Him.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Changing Weather. Have you noticed something crazy happening outside? It’s strange – it seems like every day that I wake up it’s slightly cooler. It’s amazing how this seems to always happen this time of the year. Okay, so maybe it’s not that incredible, after all. It is just the weather, and we’ve all come to expect that to change with the seasons. And if you have the blessing of living in Arkansas as I do, you certainly know all about constantly changing weather.
But just as predictable as the changing seasons are, so comes the griping and complaining about them. Have you ever noticed that? During the summer, when it’s 100 degrees, there are so many people that complain about how hot it is. And then, when the cool down comes in the fall, those same people begin to complain about how cold it is. And in between, when the temperature is nestled right between the hot and cold spots, they seem too long for a few degrees of difference in what it actually is. The trend is, very simply, that they just aren’t satisfied…ever.
Which led me to begin to think about this idea of changing weather. After all, it’s going to change. Seasons come and seasons go. It’s inevitable. And there’s absolutely nothing we can do about it. Period. We cannot change the circumstances of the weather. That is out of our control. We just can’t. But there is something we can change…
We can change us. We can change how we deal with the changing weather. We can change our attitude about the hot or cold temperatures. We can change us. That’s right – it’s true.
So today, here’s a thought: when circumstances are beyond our control in life, and there’s absolutely nothing we can do to change the place that we are currently in, focus on what you do have some control over – you. When someone hurts you and you can’t do anything to steer that situation, zero in on your attitude and how you handle those circumstances beyond your control. When life just seems to throw you a batch of rotten eggs, focus on making the best of a horrible situation with your attitude.
We can’t change the weather, just as we can’t change so much of this life. But by placing our faith and trust in Christ, we can steer ourselves in a direction that brings honor, glory, and renown to Him. Now I’m going to go put on my coat and head on out for the day ahead…it’s cold outside, but my heart is full of the warmth of Him.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Projected Winner.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Projected Winner. I’m sure not everyone is as much of an avid news buff as I am. I love watching Fox News, and even have the satellite radio in my truck tuned to the same channel. And so it’s only to be expected that on days like yesterday I would be somewhat glued to the Fox News team for the latest election coverage. Call me crazy, but it’s just extremely interesting to me to watch the American voice being heard, especially in elections like the one we’ve just come through. And without fail, as the results come in, the political pundits and news anchors say time after time, “Fox News has projected a winner in this race…” That means that before all the results come in all signs are pointing to the fact that a certain person will win that race. Which brings me to our race…
Paul said the life of a believer is much like a race. There’s a finish line we’re all aiming for. And it’s hard – really hard sometimes. I’m not sure if you’ve ever run any kind of a distance race, but I’ve recently taken to the idea of running a 5K, with the hopes that eventually that will lead me to possibly running a marathon. In school I ran track, but I was always a sprinter, and with good reason. The first 200 – 300 meters I was in good shape, and could honestly run faster than most others. But it’s when I hit that 300 meter mark that things always began to go south for me really quickly. I just lacked the stamina to continue. I was a sprinter.
The thing is, the race we call the Christian life isn’t a sprint. It’s not about starting fast and running as hard and fast as you can from day one. It’s a long distance race – a marathon. And in order to be who you’re called to be later in the race, you have to pace yourself. Don’t just run for the short term, as so many seem to be doing. We’re in this for the long haul – for eternity. It will be hard sometimes. It will be uphill sometimes. It will take the wind right out of us sometimes. And it will be extremely painful sometimes. But the finish line is calling our name. And our biggest Fan – He’s calling our name too. And He’s waiting for us to run through that tape stretched across the end.
The thing is sometimes, as rare as it may be, the pundits and anchors get their projections wrong. My mind suddenly goes back to a particular Presidential Election in the year 2000 as an example. And they learn from those mistakes, too. That’s why last night when a race was neck and neck, they would say that it was “too close to call” at the time. But this race we’re in? It’s not too close to call by any means. We’re not the “projected winners,” either. The Book I stand upon with my life says more than that. It says we are the established winners. It’s already finished. Jesus took care of that for us almost 2,000 years ago on an old rugged cross. So today the only question is, have you accepted your victory yet, or are you waiting for some more results to come in? My word to you today: put your trust in the One that’s already won this one…you never know when it will be too late.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Projected Winner. I’m sure not everyone is as much of an avid news buff as I am. I love watching Fox News, and even have the satellite radio in my truck tuned to the same channel. And so it’s only to be expected that on days like yesterday I would be somewhat glued to the Fox News team for the latest election coverage. Call me crazy, but it’s just extremely interesting to me to watch the American voice being heard, especially in elections like the one we’ve just come through. And without fail, as the results come in, the political pundits and news anchors say time after time, “Fox News has projected a winner in this race…” That means that before all the results come in all signs are pointing to the fact that a certain person will win that race. Which brings me to our race…
Paul said the life of a believer is much like a race. There’s a finish line we’re all aiming for. And it’s hard – really hard sometimes. I’m not sure if you’ve ever run any kind of a distance race, but I’ve recently taken to the idea of running a 5K, with the hopes that eventually that will lead me to possibly running a marathon. In school I ran track, but I was always a sprinter, and with good reason. The first 200 – 300 meters I was in good shape, and could honestly run faster than most others. But it’s when I hit that 300 meter mark that things always began to go south for me really quickly. I just lacked the stamina to continue. I was a sprinter.
The thing is, the race we call the Christian life isn’t a sprint. It’s not about starting fast and running as hard and fast as you can from day one. It’s a long distance race – a marathon. And in order to be who you’re called to be later in the race, you have to pace yourself. Don’t just run for the short term, as so many seem to be doing. We’re in this for the long haul – for eternity. It will be hard sometimes. It will be uphill sometimes. It will take the wind right out of us sometimes. And it will be extremely painful sometimes. But the finish line is calling our name. And our biggest Fan – He’s calling our name too. And He’s waiting for us to run through that tape stretched across the end.
The thing is sometimes, as rare as it may be, the pundits and anchors get their projections wrong. My mind suddenly goes back to a particular Presidential Election in the year 2000 as an example. And they learn from those mistakes, too. That’s why last night when a race was neck and neck, they would say that it was “too close to call” at the time. But this race we’re in? It’s not too close to call by any means. We’re not the “projected winners,” either. The Book I stand upon with my life says more than that. It says we are the established winners. It’s already finished. Jesus took care of that for us almost 2,000 years ago on an old rugged cross. So today the only question is, have you accepted your victory yet, or are you waiting for some more results to come in? My word to you today: put your trust in the One that’s already won this one…you never know when it will be too late.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Just go vote.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Just go vote. Today's blog is pretty short and sweet, I know, but I think that what is on my heart today can be summed up in those 3 words: just go vote. Our men and women in uniform have sacrificed too much, so many of them their very lives, to insure for us the right to make our voices heard at the polls on Election Day. I know the weather is slightly less than desirable today. But just consider the sometimes horrible conditions our young soldiers have served in. Do you really want to let a little bit of cool rain stop you from making a difference today?
Call me crazy, but I just can't help but believe that our nation's future is worth the wait in line at the polling location. Make no mistake, your vote today (or if you’ve already voted early like me) is important. Our country is in a tight spot, and only we, the electorate, can bring it out by firing some folks that need to go and ushering in some new blood to Washington, Little Rock, and our home towns. Sure, politicians aren’t usually too great at keeping the many promises they make on the campaign trail. But occasionally there are those rarities that actually come through for us.
So today, here it is: just go vote.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Just go vote. Today's blog is pretty short and sweet, I know, but I think that what is on my heart today can be summed up in those 3 words: just go vote. Our men and women in uniform have sacrificed too much, so many of them their very lives, to insure for us the right to make our voices heard at the polls on Election Day. I know the weather is slightly less than desirable today. But just consider the sometimes horrible conditions our young soldiers have served in. Do you really want to let a little bit of cool rain stop you from making a difference today?
Call me crazy, but I just can't help but believe that our nation's future is worth the wait in line at the polling location. Make no mistake, your vote today (or if you’ve already voted early like me) is important. Our country is in a tight spot, and only we, the electorate, can bring it out by firing some folks that need to go and ushering in some new blood to Washington, Little Rock, and our home towns. Sure, politicians aren’t usually too great at keeping the many promises they make on the campaign trail. But occasionally there are those rarities that actually come through for us.
So today, here it is: just go vote.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Feel free to write Blake anytime at pastorblakeman@yahoo.com
Monday, November 1, 2010
History.
Monday, November 01, 2010
History. I’m a history buff, I’ll admit. I really enjoy American History, especially. I'm just nerd enough to enjoy reading the writings of the founding fathers of our country. I love history. But there’s some history I just don’t enjoy, and really have no right to dig up. When someone brings their past to the Lord and gives it to Him, it’s not my business to dig it back up. I just wonder today…
As a young boy, David stood up before the mighty giant, Goliath, with just a sling and a few smooth stones. Regardless of what all the rest of the soldiers of the army of Israel said, he stood, unashamedly and unafraid. But I wonder: had this episode happened later in his life, after the poor choices that brought Bathsheba into his life, would he have stood against Goliath then? Or would the “people of God” have reminded him of how unfit and inadequate he was to stand against the giant because of his poor choices in the past?
As a profession, Rahab didn’t exactly have a proud living. She was a harlot, and in case you didn’t know, that’s not a glamorous way to make ends meet. Her life was consumed by the secret things of dark bedrooms. Everyone knew who she was. Everyone knew what she was. So when the men of God came scouting out her city for the army of God and she had a choice to make when they needed her help, I wonder if the thought ever crossed her mind that she wasn’t worthy? I wonder if her contemporaries that knew who she was and what she was would be surprised to find that she’s neatly tucked into the family tree of Jesus Christ Himself? I wonder…
Paul hadn’t always been Paul. In his earlier years he was known as Saul of Tarsus. His world revolved around wiping out this “Jesus movement” that was desecrating Israel and was quickly spreading to all men. Whatever it took – whether it was imprisoning these people, or even having them put to death – he was willing to do whatever it took to get the job done. Then when God gave him the Road to Damascus experience, he chose to walk away from his history toward the One that loved him and called him to a higher purpose. The first things he encountered in his journey with Christ? You guessed it – the church. And the church knew who he was. They knew what he was. And they had no intention of forgetting. But God had other plans.
Scripture says that when we bring our sin to Christ, He removes it as far as the east is from the west, never to bring it up again. God’s Word also says that our confessed sin is buried in the depths of the sea. So why is it that when God puts it there, that there are, at times, those who gear up in spiritual SCUBA gear to go treasure hunting in that same sea?
Church, sometimes we make it so hard for folks to be forgiven by Christ and begin living for Him. We allow their history to dictate who they’ll always be, regardless of God’s grace and mercy already radiating from their lives.
God has used the experiences of a dear, dear friend to open my eyes to my own “history digging”. And He’s used this to teach me one thing: when He washes someone’s sin away, leave it be. Just leave it be. Let them move on into the glorious plans He has for them, and away from the mistakes and failures that defined them in the past. God has said to me, “I have forgiven those sins, so don’t you dare go throwing them up into their face now. You have no right.”
And so, I’ll continue to read American History every chance I get. I'll study the founding fathers. I’ll read up on the Native Americans and all that they were. But when I look at you – I’ll leave the history alone. After all, once God forgives, the only thing that matters is the future. And friend – if you’re reading this – know this: your future has never been brighter.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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History. I’m a history buff, I’ll admit. I really enjoy American History, especially. I'm just nerd enough to enjoy reading the writings of the founding fathers of our country. I love history. But there’s some history I just don’t enjoy, and really have no right to dig up. When someone brings their past to the Lord and gives it to Him, it’s not my business to dig it back up. I just wonder today…
As a young boy, David stood up before the mighty giant, Goliath, with just a sling and a few smooth stones. Regardless of what all the rest of the soldiers of the army of Israel said, he stood, unashamedly and unafraid. But I wonder: had this episode happened later in his life, after the poor choices that brought Bathsheba into his life, would he have stood against Goliath then? Or would the “people of God” have reminded him of how unfit and inadequate he was to stand against the giant because of his poor choices in the past?
As a profession, Rahab didn’t exactly have a proud living. She was a harlot, and in case you didn’t know, that’s not a glamorous way to make ends meet. Her life was consumed by the secret things of dark bedrooms. Everyone knew who she was. Everyone knew what she was. So when the men of God came scouting out her city for the army of God and she had a choice to make when they needed her help, I wonder if the thought ever crossed her mind that she wasn’t worthy? I wonder if her contemporaries that knew who she was and what she was would be surprised to find that she’s neatly tucked into the family tree of Jesus Christ Himself? I wonder…
Paul hadn’t always been Paul. In his earlier years he was known as Saul of Tarsus. His world revolved around wiping out this “Jesus movement” that was desecrating Israel and was quickly spreading to all men. Whatever it took – whether it was imprisoning these people, or even having them put to death – he was willing to do whatever it took to get the job done. Then when God gave him the Road to Damascus experience, he chose to walk away from his history toward the One that loved him and called him to a higher purpose. The first things he encountered in his journey with Christ? You guessed it – the church. And the church knew who he was. They knew what he was. And they had no intention of forgetting. But God had other plans.
Scripture says that when we bring our sin to Christ, He removes it as far as the east is from the west, never to bring it up again. God’s Word also says that our confessed sin is buried in the depths of the sea. So why is it that when God puts it there, that there are, at times, those who gear up in spiritual SCUBA gear to go treasure hunting in that same sea?
Church, sometimes we make it so hard for folks to be forgiven by Christ and begin living for Him. We allow their history to dictate who they’ll always be, regardless of God’s grace and mercy already radiating from their lives.
God has used the experiences of a dear, dear friend to open my eyes to my own “history digging”. And He’s used this to teach me one thing: when He washes someone’s sin away, leave it be. Just leave it be. Let them move on into the glorious plans He has for them, and away from the mistakes and failures that defined them in the past. God has said to me, “I have forgiven those sins, so don’t you dare go throwing them up into their face now. You have no right.”
And so, I’ll continue to read American History every chance I get. I'll study the founding fathers. I’ll read up on the Native Americans and all that they were. But when I look at you – I’ll leave the history alone. After all, once God forgives, the only thing that matters is the future. And friend – if you’re reading this – know this: your future has never been brighter.
That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake
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Feel free to write Blake anytime at pastorblakeman@yahoo.com
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