Archive for February, 2010

Meeting with the Church

Posted: February 28, 2010 in Church, Faith

I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord!”
Psalm 122:1

I went to church today.  Being as I’m a minister, one would think, “Well isn’t that where you’re supposed to be every Sunday?”  The answer is of course, “yes” (and because I’m a minister, but because I live and draw breath as you do).  It happens, however, that I have been on the road every weekend for a month.  By this morning my tanks were completely empty.

It was good to gather with fellow believers, to sing songs of praise and adoration to our God and to hear a message of encouragement and conviction. I am renewed and revived.

A Baby’s Hug

Posted: February 28, 2010 in Faith

A probably fictional story that, nevertheless, holds an important message:

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, ‘Hi.’ He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. ‘Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,’ the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, ‘What do we do?’
Erik continued to laugh and answer, ‘Hi.’
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, ‘Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo..’
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. ‘Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,’ I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby’s ‘pick-me-up’ position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man’s ragged shoulder. The man’s eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby’s bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, ‘You take care of this baby.’
Somehow I managed, ‘I will,’ from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, ‘God bless you, ma’am, you’ve given me my Christmas gift.’
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying,   ‘My God, my God, forgive me.’
I had just witnessed Christ’s love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes.. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, ‘Are you willing to share your son for a moment?’ when He shared His for all eternity.  How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, ‘To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.’

Hot Yuck

Posted: February 27, 2010 in Family

I like my coffee piping hot.  John was waving his hands through the steam saying first, “Hot” then “Yuck.”

A Bittersweet Day

Posted: February 24, 2010 in Family

A bittersweet day in the Franklin family:  Amie can now ay her ABC’s perfectly.  One is glad at her improvement and learning, but saddened that the cuteness of her incomplete and sometimes incoherent alphabet is gone.

They do grow up don’t they.

Nngrgng (a guttural groaning sound)

Posted: February 24, 2010 in Life

Current circumstances have given me one whopper of a headache.

Wear Black for Jonny

Posted: February 22, 2010 in Life

Friday the 26 is the birthday of music legend Johnny Cash.  He would have been 78 had he lived to see this Friday. In order to help celebrate his birthday, American Recordings and Lost Highway records are asking fans to wear black that day.

What is a Christian?

Posted: February 19, 2010 in Faith

Pretty bad when the atheist has a better handle on who a Christian is than a “liberal Christian.” « The Lighthearted Calvinist.

I find it sad that many who profess to be Christian do not have a clear understanding of the Christian faith.  It is disturbing when non-Christians are much better able to articulate sound doctrine than it’s supposed adherents.  Given the state of modern western Christianity, it is perhaps not surprising that I have become passionate about educating God’s elect in not only what to believe, but why to believe it.

Socrates declared “The unexamined life is not worth living.”  I contend that the unexamined faith is not worth believing.