Sunday, December 28, 2008

Destiny

Before you ever took your first breath, outside of your mother's womb, Destiny was anxiously awaiting your arrival. Silently pacing back and forth in an out of the way area so as not to interfere with your birth, it listened for your cry, indicating the race had begun. The interesting part about all this remains that destiny is not merely a final place to be attained, but an all inclusive journey encompassing everyone and everything you experience in life.

Ah, life! That little four letter word, so easily dispatched to the realm of insignificance because it's too often over loaded with the details of every day existence. When simplicity reigns in my day to day function, then I am really living, and becoming involved in my destiny.

Because I believe in the one true living God, I don't believe the grave is my ultimate destiny. Rather, a small piece of real estate leased, somewhat expensively, for an experience, otherwise known as time. If those left behind deem it fitting, there may be a tomb stone placed at the head of my temporary investment which will merely state my name and the date of my birth followed by the date of my passing divided by a small dash in between. It's the dash in between that really tells the whole story of the relationship with my God and my destiny. He is where I'm going. Destiny is how I got there. Others will be left to tell my story. That's where character comes into play. You see, my reputation is what those left behind will tell of me to each other. My character, i.e. that which I became because of my experiences with destiny on my journey, is what the angels will present to God, on my behalf. Big difference.

Who knows, just by reading this, you may decide to become a part in my destiny - I invite you to come aboard and sail with me. It's easy to admire the beauty of the vessel while it's moored in the safety of the harbor, but then again, ships weren't built for the harbor, they were built for the seas of life. (There's that little four letter word again.)

Jeremiah 29:11

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Let's talk about Christmas...

When I take hold of my "Black Backed Book" and stop to take a good look at the "Christmas" story, recorded in the New Testament, I come away with a whole new way of looking at things. I mean, did you ever stop to think about it?

Gabriel, the angel of annunciation, (that's hi fallutin' religious talk for a big fella that gets your attention right away because he works directly for God and tells it like it is) first went to a lady named Elisabeth, cousin to Mary the Mother of Jesus. Then he flies on down the road to give Mary the "Good News". Now all this would be fine, well and good if we left it right there, but this is where it starts to get good! Although the Bible doesn't name him specifically the next time, he goes to my favorites - "the shepherds in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night".

Taking just a pinch of spiritual license here, I'd like to call these old boys the first "farmers, ranchers and/or cowboys". Who else but a bonifide country boy would recognize the importance of "working the midnight shift" with a bunch of dumb animals because the sheep were innocent, and didn't understand "the dangers of the night". But the message of moment, the heralding of the hour, the clarion call of the Creator came first to the simple farmers of the territory. Ah, the profundity of simplicity!

They immediately went to see where the King of Kings lay wrapped up in a feed trough, in back of what became known as the first "Holiday Inn". It wasn't until sometime later when the "wise men" showed up, but that's another part of the story.

And, have you ever wondered about "the star"? I believe it was one, set apart from the creation at the beginning of time, put on a shelf in the store room of Heaven waiting for this exact moment. In the back of my mind I can see God, looking through His blue prints and when everything else was in place, He says, "Oh yeah, go back there and get Me that special Bethlehem star. Bring it to Me right away. I've got a job for it to do". Can you imagine the excitement of the star after having waited from the beginning of creation until now in the dark and dusty resources of "the back room"? Now it gets to shine with a brightness and intensity no other star has ever equalled. It was a one time "gig" but it made history and we're still talking about it today.

Speaking of Bethlehem, did you know that it translates from the Hebrew into the English meaning, "the house of bread"? Irony strikes the cold steel anvil of truth once again when it dawned on me that the babe that lay in the feed trough, was also the one who would feed not only 5000 men (not counting women and children) with 2 fish and 5 loaves, but all humanity with His broken body just 33 years later!

Man, this is gettin' deep and I've got some more thinkin' to do on this subject...the question is, "what do you think about it all"?


The Night Before Christmas

Carlton E. Wertz, 111


Twas the night before Christmas
And out on the range
It was quiet and peaceful
Seemingly strange

The stock were all corralled
And bedded down well
And up at the house
Mom's cookies I smelled

Everything was right
For a change in a while
When I gazed up to heaven
And started to smile

You see, tomorrow's His birthday
And traditions we'll keep
Of family with friends
And good things to eat

But tonight it's just me
And the Lord all alone
Just out here a talking
About things He has done

For me and my family
Our friends and unknowns
Those He's so close to
And them all alone

We take all the credit
For the good things in life
Then stop to pray wonderin'
Why He'd let something slip by

Forgetting the blessings
Of everyday life
Like honest work for a living
My kids and my wife

But to stop and to thank Him
For everything due
Would take more time
Than I'm alloted it's true

So I strode off a good ways
Silver Belly in hand
Pointed to the Heavens
And gave my command

"Angels and beings
Within earshot of my voice
Tonight before I leave here
You're all to rejoice

For the Creator of Kings
And the Giver of Life
Has a birthday tomorrow
Now let's do it up right!

Gold, Myrrh and Frankincense are fine
But He's due some gifts
More up to the times

A symphony of praise
From coyotes in the brush
And the comin' of sun up
Will cause 'em to hush

Which will lead to the cooing
Of the brown mournin' dove
Causing all of creation
To once again look above

And the elements in
Their most festive attire
Will bring on the dawn
With a gold ball of fire
More beautiful presents
Money cannot aquire

So, until that tomorrow
I stand here at a loss
After all I just came out here to say
Happy Birthday - Boss!