Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
"I'm coming home, I'm coming home, tell the world I'm coming home, let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday and though my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes, I'm coming home, I'm coming home, tell the world I'm coming home"I've always liked the imagery of this song, it seems like it has some spiritual applications, but there are flaws in the song. The song makes it sound like it's all about me, I'm the one doing it, but thats not the truth. We as humans like to think its all about us, we like to think that we have something to do with the getting there part of it, but we don't. The bible speaks pretty strongly about this. It says:
“This is the word of the to Zerubbabel: ‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the Almighty." Zachariah 4:6There are other verses, they aren't coming to me right now. Minus that little part, I really love the imagery of the song. Seems like a song that God could sing, but with the following changes:
"You're coming home, You're coming home, tell the world you're coming home, let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday and though my kingdom awaits and I've forgiven your mistakes, you're coming home, you're coming home, tell the world you're coming home"
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
This very famous line penned by J. R. R. Tolkin in his book the Hobbit shows the gayety of an adventure, what I’m feeling right now is the tiredness of the adventure. My morning started Tuesday morning at 0830EST, and has gone pretty much non-stop since then, with the exception of a few fitful hours of shuteye, I’ve been up since then, this is now pushing 36hr’s, and by the time I actually get into another bed, it will be closer to 42 or so hours.
That is not to say this hasn’t been an adventure, it has. I took a bus, a people mover and some long hallways to get to lunch today. LAX is doing some major renovations and their concourses don’t connect anymore, so…they are being connected by bus. Who knew, runways weren’t only for airplanes, they are for vehicle traffic as well. They have painted in lines and there is a 4 lane highway going on. There are signs that I wish I could get a picture of, but they say yield for airplanes. As if that had to be something you had to actually say.
The airplane that I’m taking on my last leg is a little commuter airplane that you have to walk out on the tarmac to board, this isn’t the first time, probably won’t be the last either, but its sure not the norm in this tech savvy nation.
Friday, July 15, 2016
I remember when I started this blog. I was told that I really needed to have a blog, because communications with the outside world were going to be more difficult. I started this blog in May of 2008, the reason? I was about to embark on a grand adventure, an adventure that would lead me nearly 6400 miles away from everything I loved and held dear…with the exception of God. I started this blog to chronicle my year in the Marshall Islands, to tell the story of how a “know-it-all” senior in college was going to teach kids, the story of how a “know-it-all” kid learned more about trusting God.
I look back on this and realize maybe I haven’t come as far as I think I have. I have broken down many places, literally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. The first year of this blog showed immense growth with huge mountain top experiences and subterranean valleys not unlike the trench that Majuro was just off (if you don’t understand that reference, look up Challenger Deep).
When I think about how apropos the title of this blog is, it makes me smile. The only better name would have been “one day at a time” or “one day for God.” I’ve just realized over the course of time that we are finite, we have to have beginnings and ends, the only thing is God is infinite, He doesn’t see this as a repeated year, He sees it as a fluid continuum of time. This time will always have its mountain top experiences and its trench experiences as well, but one thing I have learned is that since time means nothing to him, the ups and downs don’t mean anything to him either. What matters is the direction, continually, step by step, closer to Him.
Over the next month I’m going to try and do better about keeping this updated.
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Lorraine and I volunteer at a fire department, we spend a considerable amount of time at the department, we feel this is our calling. Today we didn't go to church, it was camp meeting and thats not something we enjoy. So...we decided we'd stand by at the station in case there were any calls. Since the station is a volunteer station, its not always staffed, when we got here today, there was only on person here.
A while after arriving Tim (Mr. Johnson) and his two amazing daughters got here. I have grown to really appreciate them, they are so well behaved, its a testament to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson's following God's leading, but I digress. We talked with another FF James Clack and Sammy for a few hours until Lorraine woke up. About the time that Lorraine woke up, Mrs. Johnson arrived. Now everyone is talking and enjoying time. Conversation's are ranging from FD topics to nursing to life in general.
This is a fellowship, this is a group of people that enjoy each other's company and enjoy time spent with them. This is a time rejuvenation, a time of healing, a time of refreshment.