Archive for August 2014

Git outta here!

August 19, 2014
I saw a homemade video last week from a woman who was trying to get rid of her cat.  The ad was about 4 minutes in length, and she was offering her cat FREE to a good home.  She explained about how the cat’s shots were up to date, how much food she had on hand that she would include in the deal, cat toys, etc.  She mentioned how friendly and playful and affectionate the cat is. Her reason for giving the cat away (she mentioned several times that this was a FREE cat with no strings attached), is that she works and travels so much that she is hardly ever home, and that this is not fair to the at.

All the while during the video, the cat would not leave her alone.  It constantly jumped up in her face, pawed at her face and clothes, and I suppose was trying to play with her.  She became more and more agitated throughout the clip, shoving the cat away (stop!), tossing the cat off the couch (leave me alone!), shaking her finger with instructions to the cat, getting in its face and scolding it – and at one point she must have forgotten she was filming a she swatted the cat and growled, “I’m so tired of you! Get away from me!”  Then she continued,  “he really is a sweet cat and loves people…”

But that is nothing compared to those Russian guys who were trying to figure out how to get rid of their 2 dogs.  Their solution?  They launched both dogs via satellite into the earth’s orbit back in 1960.  I guess they took care of that!

Seriously, don’t you wish it was that simple to get rid of nagging habits or sins that hang around and keep you agitated?  Yes, I know that God’s forgiveness is as simple as praying with a sincere and repentant heart.  But the ol’ devil has a way of creating some lingering after effects, such as doubt, guilt, shame, and temptation to repeat our offenses.  We KNOW God has taken care of it, but Satan keeps reminding us of how pathetic and weak we are.

Let’s be encouraged today in Paul’s words to the Romans: Therefore, there is NOW no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of Life has made us free from the law of sin and death.  For what the law was powerless to do…God did by sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful man to be a sin offering in order that the righteous requirements of the law might be met fully in us, who live not according to the sinful nature but according tot he Spirit. Thank you Lord Jesus!

A Year to Remember

August 11, 2014

A Year to Remember – Steven Callis

My wife and I tried to make it as painless as possible when our children were young, and it really should not be that difficult for any parent. We are talking about new clothes, new lunch box, new backpack, new classroom supplies – – it is time for a new school year! It seems these days that the important thing about all that new stuff is to camouflage the “newness.”

I was looking at some of the styles available today. There was a pair of women’s jeans called Destroyed Detail Ripped Faded Jeans. As I browsed, it seemed that more holes and rips cost more money. That would never have gone over with my mom when she took me shopping for new school clothes (or any time for that matter!).

I would come out of the dressing room and embarrassingly stand in this public arena with other embarrassed boys as my mom pulled and tugged at those denim pants to make sure there was enough room in the waist and legs and seat and the – – well, you get the picture.

Of course, in those days faded jeans with holes in them were not the fad. No, these were dark blue denim with the cuffs rolled up twice (at least mine were – I was short back then). The jeans were so thick and stiff that I could not bend my leg at the knee until they had been washed at least twice, and sitting down in them was even a challenge. Running on the playground was a feat in itself on that first day of school!

And holes in my jeans? Are you kidding? My mom had an ample supply of iron-on denim patches for such occasions.

So off to school I went: pants pulled up to my waist, belt in place, shirt tucked in, no hat, unscuffed sneakers…headed to my new classroom wearing my new clothes with my new school supplies neatly packed in my new red and black plaid book satchel and matching tin lunch box, complete with leaking thermos. I probably tried not to show it, but I know I felt as proud as Mary rollin’ on a river.

Then there were the new books, new friends, and new teachers. Mrs. McClendon was my first grade teacher. She appeared older than the lady in the classroom across the hall, but she really knew how to make learning fun. She gave out good hugs, told great stories, and sent Larry to the office when he jammed the point of a pencil into the palm of my hand.

It is with fond memories and deep appreciation that I pray this week for parents, teachers, administrators, school staff, bus drivers, and students. May this truly be a school year to remember!