Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Trick or Treat

Entering into October—that time of year where we have to endure all the ugly zombies, goblins and everything ooky and evil on just about every aisle of the grocery store. And some of the stuff has been there since August. Ew.

You know what makes this time of year tolerable, don’t you? It’s the anticipation of dipping into the kids’ Halloween candy buckets for months to come. Some parents admit it. Some hide it. But let’s face it, we’re all dippers. Some little dippers. Some big dippers. All dippers.

The “trick” part of the “trick or treat” comes in January when we can no longer touch our toes. Or SEE our toes. Dirty trick for those treats to play.

Celebrating chocolate is one thing. I’m all over that. But celebrating evil? That’s not for us. God’s word tells us to stay away from everything wicked. We can celebrate the Light Jesus brings into all this darkness. That’s an even better celebration than the celebration of chocolate.

Besides, I’m afraid one of these days I’ll get so into celebrating the treats that I’ll have on two different shoes…and never know it. Dirty trick.

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Zamboni of My Ownie

My minivan has been running a little funky this week. So I decided maybe we should consider trading it in. And I’m thinking it’s time to go with something totally different. Like maybe a…ZAMBONI. See, now that would be fun. Who doesn’t love a convertible? And I’ve heard they go from 0 to 60 in, what, three months? I’m not sure what kind of mileage they get on the highway, but I’m guessing there’s not a safer vehicle out there. In an accident with even one of those heavy-duty luxury cars, the Zamboni still wins. In an accident with a compact? The compact is “compacter.” Icy roads? So not a problem.

Sometimes going outside the norm is good. It’s okay to have the courage to step outside our comfort zone and go against what society says is the standard. 1 Corinthians 16:13 says, “Be alert. Continue strong in the faith. Have courage, and be strong” (NCV). We need to courageously obey the call of God—whether he calls us to a subcompact, or a TANK.

Winter, spring, summer or fall, there’s no better way to live than in obedience to his call.

The Zamboni? A bit of a different season-related story there. Winter? We’re okay. Spring, summer and fall? Problem.

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Friday, September 11, 2009


I was born in Texas. We’re mostly big sneezers there. It’s widely accepted that Texans do everything bigger. No wimpy little “achoo.” No, my sneeze comes out in sort of a “Yah-hoo!” It could hardly get more Texan than that—unless maybe I roped and branded it. And it’s a real reverberater. It makes everyone within about a quarter-mile radius have ringing ears for an hour. My husband says my sneeze registers 8.7 on the Richter scale. He’s exaggerating, of course. Even if it does register it’s probably barely a 4.

But to top it all off, my husband also tells me I always sneeze in nines. I think it’s a little weird that he counts. But then maybe it’s a little like counting down a missile launch. Except that it’s really missile launch times nine. That’s a lot of ear-ringing. You know, reverberation is not always a good thing.

Here’s hoping we can add even more decibels in proclaiming the message of Christ to a hopeless world. We have the message they need. That’s hope that’s worth yahooing about. Hope not just times nine—hope times infinity.

So what do you say? How about we do some big honkin’, Texas-sized reverberating!

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Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Cellulite. Bubble Wrap. Same Thing.

Have I mentioned that I have perfect thighs? Perfect, I tell you. So to keep them in mint condition, I’ve covered them with this protective layer of cellulite. Kind of like bubble wrap. As a matter of fact, it even looks kind of like bubble wrap.

Hey, you can’t pay enough for this kind of protection. Though come to think of it, I’m rather “heavily” invested.

But my Heavenly Father? He provides a holy bubble wrap. It’s not just for the thighs. It’s for the life. Psalm 32:7 says, "Thou art my hiding place; Thou shalt preserve me from trouble; Thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance."

Even when troubles come, we can rest in knowing that our God ultimately preserves us. Our soul is wrapped up in the most complete, eternally bubble-wrapped way. When we’re tuned in to him, we can remember that protection—and we can hear that sweet song of preservation that surrounds us like the warmest, most comfy blanket.

The sweet sounds of the songs of deliverance? They’re sweeter than the sound of popping bubble wrap any old day.

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