LOVE FIRST…LOVE MOST

The word extraordinary means, “to go beyond the routine, the normal, the regular; to do something that is exceptional as a beautiful and memorable event.” 

How did Jesus define extraordinary? “She did what she could.”

The Lord never judges anyone because he or she did not do what they could not do. Instead, he asks us to consider what we can do to share the most important thing in life. Love God and love others.

The story of Greek marathon runner, Stylianos Kyriakides, fascinates me. His extraordinary accomplishment was not easy; in fact, it seemed impossible.

His victorious race was the stuff of legends. He survived poverty, execution by hanging, starvation, and poor health to become the most famous runner in Greek history. His charitable efforts saved the lives of multitudes in his home country.

Here are the highlights of an extraordinary man’s life of doing what he could to help others.

Stelios trained himself in long distance running at his home island of Cyprus. A Greek champion marathoner, he represented his country in the 1936 Olympics held in Berlin, Germany. He finished a very respectable eleventh place, but the most important Olympic experience was a kindled friendship with U.S. runner, Johnny Kelley, who invited him to participate in the Boston Marathon.

The star Greek runner’s acceptance became a highly publicized spectacle in Boston largely due to two factors: the Greek origin of the marathon and the large community of Greek immigrants throughout the New England area. The high-profile runner received celebrity treatment everywhere he appeared. The press declared him the race favorite.

Stelios would not be crowned with the victor’s laurel wreath. Instead, he would be clothed in humiliation and shame in both America and Greece. He wore new shoes in the race, a gift from a supporter, which resulted in severe blisters on both feet. He limped to the side of the road, bloody and painfully sore. He quit!

Normally, that disappointment might be excused from an adoring crowd, but newspaper cameras caught him exiting the race in a taxi. The whole sports world was shocked! Stelios returned home branded a loser and worse, a quitter!

In the next years, Kyriakides barely survived the food shortage and bitterly cold weather during the German Nazi occupation which ravaged Greece in World War II. He miraculously escaped execution when all the men in his hometown were hanged in one night.

Stelios was spared because his passport was stamped with Hitler’s signature for his participation in the Berlin Olympics. The plight of the nation worsened from the Civil War which followed the end of the big war, as tens of thousands died from starvation.

Stelios believed there was a higher reason for why he had been saved from execution and starvation. He vowed to help the people of his ravaged homeland somehow, someway, someday. He decided to run in the Boston Marathon as a charity event to raise funds for the Greek people.

He had not run in six years. His wife feared for his life and begged him to reconsider his plan to torture his emaciated, untrained body in a race for his love of others.

Determined to make his life count for something which would outlast his earthly existence, Stelios sold their furniture to purchase a plane ticket to America. Few expected him to run a marathon, and no one predicted he might win the race.

His presence in Boston became front page news. However, the doctors refused to allow Stelios to run for fear he would die in the streets. His passionate persistence gained their reluctant permission.

That backdrop only added to his almost mythical race performance. He ran alongside Johnny Kelley for much of the race, pushing his racked body to its limits.

Near the end of the marathon, an old man shouted from the crowd, “For Greece, for your children!” inspiring Kyriakides to pull away and win the race in record time.

Kelley said of him, “It was like he had wings on his feet.”

In his hand, Stelios carried a note with the Spartan warrior battle motto, “Win or Die.” As he crossed the finish line in victory, years removed from his humiliating defeat, he shouted, “For Greece!”

Kyriakides persevered and triumphed not for personal gold or glory, but for the welfare of others. When an individual lives for a higher cause than just self, then he or she runs in the right direction with greater effort!

Kyriakides defeated the defending champion and set the best time in the world. It was also sixteen minutes faster than his personal best time. Extraordinary!

More importantly, the publicity of his improbable, but heroic Boston Marathon victory created great awareness of the horrible plight of his nation’s people. Stelios pleaded with Americans to love others. He returned to Greece with tons of donated food, medicine, clothing, and cash to help the famine-ravished people. 

Kyriakides did what he could to help others he loved. That was the answer God expected when he asked Moses, “What is that in your hand?”

Every ability is a gift from God specifically designed for your life’s purpose. Use your God-given platform of influence to do good to others. Do not waste your time making excuses about what you do not have or wishing you were someone else. Envy and jealousy are cancerous cells, excuses to quit.

You do not need someone else’s platform to impact this world for good. Just be you and just do what you can.

The #1 Textbook records the response of a woman who answered the call to use her influence for good. It happened at a celebration of a man once socially isolated with leprosy, now at home, transformed by the love of Jesus.

The woman came into the room carrying a valuable jar of precious perfume. She broke the container and poured it over the head of Jesus. Her gift, valued at almost one year of income, might have been a family heirloom or safety net for financial emergency.

However, the lesson of her gift is not tied to its extreme importance or unbelievable extravagance.

This woman had purpose in what she did, because she paid attention to what was the most important thing in life. “God loved us so much that He gave” (#1 Textbook). She understood our love for God and others resembles His love when we are extravagant in our generosity.

The perfume was precious to this woman, and she gave it away in an act of love. What she did could not be undone. The sweet aroma and her story went everywhere, even remembered today.

When the woman in the Bible history lesson unselfishly gave her most precious possession to show love to someone else, Jesus proclaimed her action as extraordinary. The word extraordinary means, “to go beyond the routine, the normal, the regular; to do something that is exceptional as a beautiful and memorable event.” 

How did Jesus define extraordinary? “She did what she could.”

WOW! WHAT IF YOU AND I JUST DID WHAT WE COULD DO TO LOVE OTHERS?

This woman held nothing back. Like Stelios, she went all in to make a difference. Life was not about herself, but about love for others. She did what she could.

What can you do? You can take your love to a higher level.

When you live for a higher cause than just yourself, then you run in the right direction with greater effort!

There are many needs in this world beyond our ability to help. You and I cannot solve all the world’s problems or feed all the world’s hungry people or eliminate worldwide poverty, or even do that in our cities. We cannot undo every injustice.

The Lord never judges anyone because he or she did not do what they could not do. Instead, He asks us to consider what we can do to share the most important thing in life.

What can you do? There are many hurting, lonely people near you. There are at-risk children to tutor and senior hearts to comfort in your neighborhood. Set your dreams high and depend on God’s help.

What can you do? You can take your love to a higher level. Help someone else.

You do not need someone else’s platform to impact this world for good.

JUST BE YOU AND DO WHAT YOU CAN DO TO LOVE GOD AND LOVE OTHERS.

Love always gives first. Love always gives most.

Love always does what it can. Extraordinary!

Transcript excerpts are from interview by Motivation in Motion regarding encouragement to retired coaches to “Show Up!” to continue using their platform of influence to mentor coaches and student-athletes.

QUESTION: How did you get started in mentoring young men?

REX: After college graduation, I worked on the staff of a U.S. Senator and then went to law school before the Lord called me into the ministry. I was a youth minister and then a pastor for over 30 years.

During that time, I became a state and national speaker for the Fellowship of Christian Athletes and coached some youth basketball teams. As I looked back on my life, the Lord seemed to always connect me to young men whom I tried to point them to follow Jesus Christ and become a part of their lives as a mentor.

As a pastor, God just sent young men and even groups of young men into my life where I was able to have some small degree of influence in their walk with the Lord. As I prayed for God to continue to use me, the Lord opened new opportunities in Tulsa to be around coaches and young athletes.

QUESTION: What was it like being around your brother, Bill?

REX: Bill is the best coach there is, not just on the playing field but off the field with what he does with his coaches, what he does with his players, how he uses his platform of influence, plus the character he has. I am a big fan.

QUESTION: We intend to use these interviews with retired coaches, so do you have a story about a coach that just pops in your mind where you were able to see some kind of transformation and see Christ work?

REX:  Well, it was my dad. Growing up as a young boy in a coach’s family, there would be a knock on our door. An African-American man would stand there with his young teenage son and say, “I want to introduce you to the man who changed my life. This is why you have something in this life and will never go through the tough times I experienced growing up,”

People would call on the phone just to “thank Coach” for impacting their lives. We would see and hear the evidence of Dad’s influence in people’s lives which greatly impacted me as a young kid.

There was a story where my dad had to take away the senior letter jacket from the team captain because the captain had publicly broken some team rules and embarrassed the school. Having to make that decision of discipline broke my dad’s heart. The young man went on to become the town drunk for many years with his name appearing monthly in the local paper for being arrested for public intoxication or assault and battery.

One Sunday, a phone call interrupted our family dinner. This guy called my dad to say, “Coach, I found Jesus and He has changed my life. I wanted you to be the first to know. Thanks for showing me God’s love.”

The next phone call made by my dad was to the school superintendent to order a letter jacket for his former captain.

Those are the kind of impacts I saw and how someone can make such an influence in the lives of other people.

QUESTION: Can you give us some insight as to what your ministry looks like when you work with these coaches and players? What do you do?

REX: I am allowed to have a weekly Bible study with the entire coaching staff. I am at every practice with the coaches and the players.

So, I do what Jesus told us to do. I watch and pray. I am not allowed to do actual coaching on the field, so I watch and listen to what is going on in the lives of the coaches and players.

I am watching for attitude as much as actions, looking for those little openings of a teaching moment to touch their lives. Then, I will follow that up with a text to say, “I am praying for you” or “I know this has been a tough time in your life.”

I want to help shape some kind of spiritual foundation for these coaches who impact so many lives every year. They have the opportunity to make a significant impact year after year.

I try to help them in their own marriage, their own spiritual walk, their own wisdom for life. To learn how to coach not just X’s and O’s, but how to reach the players’ hearts. They are going to use their platform of influence one way or the other; so, let us try to help them point young men and women to what is the most important thing in life.

I continuously say to the coaches what I say to the players. Remember what Jesus told us was the most important thing in life. “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength. Then love your teammate, brother, or neighbor as yourself.”

I use illustrative motions to help remind the players about the most important thing in life and how they can teach it to others.

Love (draw a heart with your finger) the Lord your God (point upward) with all your heart (point to your heart), with all your soul (point to your mouth where your breath of the real you comes out), with all your mind (point to your brain), and all your strength (make a muscle with your right arm), and love your brother as yourself (make a muscle with your left arm and then pull both arms together to your chest).

Coaches are like players. They are like we are. How does God coach us? God is always saying, “Remember. Remember the most important thing in life.”

Remember your focus. Remember your purpose. Remember you have a pattern.

What does the Bible tell us to do. “We are to be imitators of God and walk in love just as Christ loved us.”

How does Jesus love us? Jesus always loves first and always loves most.

So, that is how you love players as a coach. You love them first. You love them most.

That is where I start every day of practice. A fist bump, a high-five, or a hug followed by, “I love you.” To every player. “I love you.”

Over time, I have seen that culture throughout the team as they respond, “I love you, too, coach” and sometimes they beat me to the I love you or take it up a notch with, “I love you more.”

I try to teach that this is how you should interact with your team. Teammates should love one another and say it. Someday, these young men will become a husband and a dad. You need to tell your family that you love them. Love them first and love them most. To love them no matter what.

QUESTION: Why aren’t more schools and programs doing this? Why aren’t these huge campuses finding more people like you to place alongside their coaches who have such great influence on so many lives?

REX: I am not really sure. I am where I am because Bill thought it was important, The AD and the school allowed me to be around the team. Since this interview will be heard by retired coaches, I would encourage them to find a team where you can watch and pray. Find some school or some program. You do not need to have some official position. You do not have to coach X’s and O’s.

You were created to be a coach so do not quit. Get back out there. Find some coach you can mentor. Find some young people you can high-five or put your arm around. Watch the player and his attitude. Pray for them. They do not have to hear your prayers. God does.

Every kid you see, from the richest to the poorest, has emotional needs. They have difficulties. They need spiritual guidance. Look for teachable moments. They need someone to put an arm around them, someone who says, “I care about you. I am praying for you, I love you.” Then send a text to remind them they are in your heart and prayers.

Retired coaches and teachers can do that, and it will make them feel good. It will make them feel as if they are part of the team. I do. I love it.

QUESTION: As you know, Bill and John O’Dell are going around the state encouraging retired coaches to use their leadership and values, to plug themselves into a place to change lives and a campus.

REX: I am so glad they are doing that. Those guys need it for themselves because that is who they are. That is what they know. Every former coach out there still knows how to coach. It is not about the wins and losses. It is not about other things.

God called you to be a coach. You have not lost that calling on your life. You might not have a team right now or the opportunity but look for one through meeting a coach at church or just showing up to some practice.

The thing I would most like to say to a former coach is, “SHOW UP!” Just show up and make yourself available. Show up to watch and pray. When someone asks why you are there, just say you came to pray for God to bless them.

These retired coaches have too much wisdom to just close it all up in a box and hide it away. Coaches do not just impact their own families. They are a father figure to so many young men, even for those who have good fathers.

Many of our players call me Uncle Rex. I tell them we are family and will be for the rest of their lives. We want to encourage these retired coaches and teachers who are on the second lap of life to look for a place to share your platform of influence.

QUESTION: What prepared you for working with coaches and sports teams?

REX: God raised me up in a coach’s home. I played sports. I have mentored young men in spiritual training and a preacher school. For me, ministry and coaching are the best of the two worlds. Being a pastor has some similarities to coaching. You prepare for a big game day each week. You have supporters and you have critics every week. And you know you must immediately gear up for the next week and be better.

To be around the players and coaches each week who will impact so many lives in the future, to be able to teach them each week to remember the most important thing in life and sports and the necessity to press on to the goal. I love the opportunity to support the overall structure and culture of the athletic program. Some are young and have not had the training to be a godly husband, dad, or coach. I also encourage the player to become a godly son and good role model for younger kids.

I try to teach and remind others just as Paul did in 2 Timothy. In Paul’s last letter, he writes to Timothy almost like a retired coach would pass along important and helpful truths to a younger coach. Here are the important things in life. Learn them. Practice them. Mature so you can teach and impact other young coaches.

It is not mainly the preaching about the most important thing in life, it is the practice of it! Live out loving first and loving most. Let others see God’s love in action. We all have opportunities to do that.

Other coaches and these young players see how you interact with your wife. They notice how you treat your children. And for these retired coaches, let them see how you interact with your grandchildren. Bring a grandchild with you and stand on the sidelines. Show up!  Others will notice.

QUESTION: How do you handle a situation where you might see a coach messing up with his language or relationships? How do you love them and help them to grow through that?

REX: I do not correct coaches publicly on the field. I try to use the individual and staff teaching times to address issues common to all of us. I try to use the language, not the bad language, I hear the coaches use to teach their players.

I like to take their keywords and use that to communicate how God coaches us. For example, Bill emphasizes the importance for the team to play hard, play smart, play tough. The team that does that the best will win. Other phrases our coaches use are “Eyes Up” or “Stay focused.

I emphasize the vital importance of knowing the #1 Playbook, God’s Word. It is of greater value than the offensive or defensive playbook. It is the wisdom for life. The coaches instruct the player to learn the playbook to maximize playing time. In the same way, God teaches that you cannot coach others without knowing the coach’s main playbook.

How does God coach us? He uses His playbook to teach us what to do and what not to do. His playbook corrects us when we did what we were not supposed to do and then it trains and equips us so we are prepared for what we will face in the future.

God uses illustrations from the Bible. We watch and learn from the life of Joseph or David or Job. How do the coaches want their players to react to teaching and correction? How do the coaches react to God teaching and correcting them?

God does not just jump all over us. There is a place and time for a coach to be intense, competitive, and passionate, but exercise self-control when you are yelling at a player who cannot control himself. Be a positive example of a better way to listen and learn.

Coaching players in any sport is similar to how God coaches us about life. The main issues are (1) Alignment and (2) Assignment. Our right alignment must always be Side-by-Side with God, Stay close to Him. Then we line up side-by-side with our teammates. That is where you start. Your assignment is important, but it is negated if you do not line up correctly.

So here is my life in simple sports’ terminology. My alignment is to be side-by-side with God and my brother. My assignment is to love first and love most.

How do I do that as a husband, dad, or coach with someone who is struggling because he thinks he has been treated unfairly or his hopes and dreams just got crushed by injury? I go back to the admonition to imitate our Heavenly Father.

Walk in that same love. Watch His unfailing love for you. No matter what, God never loves you less. Take note of God’s forgiving love. No matter what, God still forgives.

For most of us, the forgiveness of others is the missing piece of our life’s puzzle that resembles the life and love of Jesus. For all of us, including coaches, there might be a time where you were fired or wrongly passed over for a promotion or unfairly criticized. That hurts.

To love first and love most, you have to go back and forgive that person. I cannot do that. That is why I need God inside of me to do what I do not have the power to do.

Jesus lives inside of you to lead you to others He intends to love through you.

That person or group of players in front of you is where you start to love first and love most, to show them the love of Christ.

QUESTION: What other pearls of wisdom would you like for players and coaches to know?

REX: It is foundational in my life and my family that: (1) You always do your best. Always. (2) You never quit. Never. Never. (3) You seize the opportunity given to you.

You do not and cannot control the circumstances. You do have control over your Attitude and your Effort in all circumstances. The same thing is true spiritually. Attitude and Effort matter. You can always do your best, never quit, seize your opportunity, and do all that with maximum effort and greater joy.

Why? Because that is who we follow. We follow Jesus who went to the cross. It looked as if He lost, but He never quit. It took the greatest strength, the greatest love, the greatest passion, and the greatest joy this world has ever seen for Jesus to hang on that cross without quitting. He ran the race all the way to the finish line.

And what did Jesus yell? “It is finished. The victory has been won.”

Now Jesus calls us to follow Him and run all the way to the finish line. There is no promise you will win every game, get every promotion, or gain a higher salary. If you were called to coach, then coach!

God always knows where you are, where you need to be, how and when to get you there. So, stay happy and faithful where you are right now. We tend to make excuses that if we were in another place or had a different position, we would do better.

Live in the present. God has you where you are right now for the purpose of loving the people you are around right now.

Follow Jesus. He just showed up to watch and pray. Then He showed us how to love God and others first and most.

Show up! Love someone first and love them most!

REWIND WINSDAY WISDOM

Do you think your spouse has ever had thoughts of murder?

Our wedding night was stormy, literally. We departed from the church alone, under a tornado warning. All the wedding guests moved to safety while we tried to make it to the nearby hotel.

My beautiful bride confided to me she had often prayed that she would be granted at least one day of marriage before she died. Maybe this was the end. I had secretly prayed for at least one night.

The new morning skies were clear for take-off and the post-wedding trip was everything we hoped it to be. My princess bride and her knight in shining armor stormed the East Coast like Hurricane Sally.

The travel itinerary began in Washington, D.C. for site-seeing visits of our national monuments highlighted by cherry blossoms and the Smithsonian. Well, that was the plan.

This was a whirlwind celebration. After a couple of days, we caught the shuttle flight to Boston to walk Freedom’s Trail, picnic on the hallowed grounds of the educational elite, and dine amidst the city’s rich and famous. Well, that was the plan. I did introduce her to New England clam chowder and Red Sox baseball.

There was still the coup-de-gras for any newlyweds from Redneck country. A trip to Six Flags. However, this is the place where the story moved from bliss to fear. It was not my wife’s fear of returning to the real world with this stranger she married; it was a greater fear. A deadly fear.

Upon our arrival at the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport, I grabbed our bags and hailed a shuttle taxi. The driver seemed confused and spoke with a heavy foreign accent which confused me.

While we waited in the van, the driver went inside the airport where we saw him make a call on his phone. That seemed strange at the time, especially when he appeared agitated and began to make stabbing motions with his raised hand as if he were reenacting the shower scene from Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho movie.

The honeymoon murder plot began to unfold. Little did we suspect that we might be the victims.

We were the only passengers on this twenty-minute trip to the hotel. My beautiful bride and I held hands and told stories. We acted like newlyweds.

Suddenly, the driver turned onto a gravel road, not what one would expect to travel between a major airport hub and a large marquee hotel. It seemed quite odd, so I questioned the driver. His foreign accent sounded like “Shortcake.” Surely, he meant “Shortcut.”

An intentional wrong turn has sparked many murder mysteries.

Soon, greater darkness surrounded our taxi traveling the unpaved road. The metropolis lights were hidden from view. This was straight out of Film Noir murder movie scripts.

“Where are we?” I asked. “Shortstop” was all the stranger shouted in reply. That was not even close to “Shortcut.”

Car lights suddenly appeared behind our vehicle. The trailing car moved closer to ours and never attempted to pass, even on this desolate road. I had seen this scene in The Fugitive.

I suspected the car behind us might be the person the driver called from the airport. I have always entertained conspiracy theories.

We both sensed this was very strange, if not dangerous. My wife asked if this might be a trap or robbery. I was thinking the same thing, but I privately feared worse, perhaps physical assault and murder.

I might have suspected my new bride as the planner of this murder plot if this had happened after the honeymoon. Her repeated enjoyment of husband-murder-movies such as Double Indemnity (Barbara Stanwyck) and Double Jeopardy (Ashley Judd) leave me a little uneasy. Her beautiful eyes definitely brightened after hearing the news about the increase in my life insurance benefit.

I have always been worth more dead than alive.

We were scared. Afterall, she had prayed for at least one day of marriage before exiting this earthly life, and now we were into the second week. This might be it, for both of us.

My wife is drop-dead gorgeous. I have always preferred gorgeous to drop dead. She is kind, caring, a great cheerleader, awesome cook, and brilliant. I would still love her even if she were as stupid as many claimed her to be for marrying me.

The most important attribute at this point in the honeymoon saga was her athleticism. She was fast. Amazingly fast. A track star in college.

We held hands and developed a plan for when the taxi stopped. I would attack the driver and she was to run as fast as she could to safety. At least she might have a chance at escape.

These circumstances demanded she star as the Runaway Bride. I urged her to flee like Lot’s wife and not turn back to look for me. If I made it, I would join her at the hotel. If not, she needed to know she made me the happiest guy in the world.

Our escape plan was in place. The next few moments with our strange driver along that gravel road and the car in pursuit were agonizingly frightful. This was a horror movie ending to honeymoon bliss. The cast of The Princess Bride were on a shortcut down Elm Street to Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

The van began to slow. Our driver turned and so did the car behind us. I reminded my Pretty Woman to run fast, faster than her record time in the track trials. She nodded as she squeezed my trembling hands. Even in the best days, she never mistook me for Walker, Texas Ranger.

This was it. Do or Die.

My girl pledged to always love me, her knight in shining armor, shaking in his boots and about to wet his pants.

I am not the first in my family to shake in his boots. My great-great grandfather on my mother’s side of the family fought in the Civil War. For both sides!

However, that is not the most distinctive part of his war record. He spent most of the battle for the soul of our country as a prisoner of war. On both sides!

Our family never knew if:

1. He simply could not make up his mind.
2. He was just really bad at fighting.
3. The Yankees and Confederates thought it was better for their cause for him to fight for the other side.
4. It was safer for both sides if they just kept him locked up.

Apparently, in every significant skirmish, Captain Morrison either surrendered or was captured.

The Civil War chameleon met his demise on the way home from the War when he was bushwhacked just one mile from his house. Apparently, he did not have time to change colors.

This honeymoon danger was my time to change colors. I exchanged the cowardice yellow for a scared stiff, whiter shade of pale. Emboldened by My Lady’s vow of eternal love, I was ready for action. I knew which side I was on. However, that wedding stuff about “til death do us part” arrived much sooner than I anticipated.

As the taxi slowed to a crawl, I had one hand prepared to throw open the taxi door and the other clinched in a fist to knock out the driver. My heart was pounding as I stared into the face of my teary-eyed bride. “Ready? Go fast. Run like the wind!”

Then it happened! Our taxi shuttle turned off the gravel road and entered the backside of the hotel parking lot.

The driver took us to the main entrance where our companion chase car stopped right behind us. The driver proudly announced, something that sounded like “Short-circuit!” Whatever English idiom he was using, this trip was intended as a “Shortcut.”

Honeymoon bliss. Murder by night. Six Flags in the morning!

THE LESSON FROM THIS LIFE ILLUSTRATION IS FEAR AND SHORTCUTS ARE ENEMIES TO HONEYMOON BLISS, NOT HELPFUL TOOLS FOR LASTING LOVE.

Fear can cripple love. Shortcuts send confusing signals to the relationship.

Fear, associated with the perception of real or imagined danger, has a paralyzing effect. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the unexpected. Fear of the “what if” the other person does not reciprocate? What if they say this or do that?

What caused you to fear last year? What frightens you about this next year and into your future? Sickness? Suffering? Loss? Loneliness? Poverty? Death? Fear of giving love or fear of losing love?

Plato wrote, “Courage is knowing what not to fear.”

Loving first takes courage. It finds strength in the face of challenges. “There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear” (#1 Textbook).

Fear and love are motivators of contrasting behaviors. Fear freezes feelings and negates action. Love warms the heart and engages action.

The real threat to honeymoon bliss in any relationship is one’s own self-centeredness, not the other person. Honeymoon bliss is never dependent on a perfect spouse or perfect circumstances. It requires courage.

LOVE IN YOUR HOPES, NOT YOUR FEARS. LOVE FIRST. LOVE MOST.

Courage to love first conquers fear.                                            

Courage to love most avoids shortcuts.

Love always travels the longsuffering, long-lasting road. The dance to share unlimited and unceasing acts of kindness outlasts any length of distance or amount of time. Love lasts longer than the challenges along the way.

Honeymoon bliss is not about perfection, but it is an investment of much time and effort. Just like dieting and marathons, there are no shortcuts in loving most.

The #1 Love Textbook combines the necessary love attributes of humility, gentleness, and longsuffering into the action of forbearance. These characteristics are all Love First, Love Most components.

Simply stated, forbearance is the supernatural love-infused ability to put up with a whole lot of stuff, or whatever you want to call it. The Achilles’ heel of honeymoon bliss is the absence of forbearance. To love most, one must be able to endure with love under the weight of the burden for the distance of a lifetime.

I repeat for emphasis, to love most, one must endure under the weight of any and all strain upon the relationship for a lifetime…til death do we part.

Love navigates through all the construction hardships, rough roads, and rollercoaster fears and thrills. There can be no shortcuts.

How do we be better trained in longsuffering, long-lasting, and forbearing love?

Our #1 Textbook encourages us to comprehend the incomprehensible concept of LIMITLESS LOVE.

“The Lord’s steadfast (stick-to) love endures forever…so we do not fear” (#1 Textbook).

It is imperative we get a grasp on God’s love for us to live out true love with our spouse. These “infinite and forever” dimensions are descriptive of the immensity and vastness and eternality of the love which makes two as one.

Nothing can ever separate us from the grasp of God’s love.

Not health and wealth or the lack thereof. Not critics and complainers or conflicts. Not despair, distress, or difficulties. Not our flaws, falls, and failures. Not even our wrong decisions and actions. No separation, the two have become one.

God’s love has no limits in time past, present, future, or eternal.

There are no love limits in space, whether inner or outer or far away or extraterrestrial. Not any galaxy or gravitational wave or black hole or anything seen or unseen rippling through the fabric of space-time can limit love. Not any bad person or bad thing or bad circumstance can separate the one loved from the one loving.

God’s love is immeasurable and invincible. It extends far beyond any height or any depth or any circumference. It puts up with a lot…forever.

God gives you that same desire and power to love others.

Honeymoon bliss? There is no place for fear or shortcuts. Flush the negative feelings. Trash your self-centeredness.

Embrace love with more kindness, more compassion, more forbearance, more forgiveness. Stretch yourself in love to God and others: always wider, always longer, always higher, always deeper.

The Spiral Starecase had only one big hit, but they got it right when they sang:

Every day’s a new day in love with you

With each day comes a new way of loving you…

Oh, I love you more than yesterday

But not as much as tomorrow.

The living Lord of limitless love lives inside of you to lead you to others he intends to love through you. That always starts in the home. No fear, No shortcuts.

Love First. Love Most,

More than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow.

Winsday Wisdom

How are you doing tomorrow?

That was the question I was asked by the bubbly carhop delivering my soft drink. “How are you doing tomorrow?”

As she was gathering her mixed up thoughts, I responded with a smile, “Tomorrow is going very well Today. Thanks.”

The embarrassed girl apologized and said she meant to ask about today.

I told her it was no big deal because tomorrow is just a day away.

No, I did not sing the lyrics that my granddaughter, Ireland, sang in the Annie musical.

The sun will come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There’ll be sun!

Just thinking about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
‘Til there’s none!

When I’m stuck in a day
That’s gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh

The sun will come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya
Tomorrow!

You’re always a day away

How are you doing tomorrow? I imagine we all think often and even too much about tomorrow when it is today.

Jesus said, “Do not be anxious or worry about tomorrow. God will take care of your tomorrow. Live one day at a time” (Matthew 6:34).

But we do not live one day at a time. Our tomorrows cost us too much of our todays.

You are exactly where I was at the fast-food place. Your tomorrow is going very well right now. But what about when Tomorrow gets here?

I love the phrase which is my prayer for me and for you:

STRENGTH FOR TODAY AND HOPE FOR TOMORROW.

Where is the help and hope for tomorrow when today feels as if it has already crashed and crumbled into a heap of ashes? Where is the strength when today is falling apart at the seams? Where is the hope when today’s dark clouds cover the skies? Where do you find strength and hope when hardships weigh you down into the pits of despair both today and tomorrow?

How are you doing tomorrow? Tomorrow? Are you procrastinating undesirable things until tomorrow? Are you already dreading tomorrow? Are you hoping tomorrow never comes?

Tomorrow? Why should you do the undesirable projects today? The dirty dishes and dreaded drama will still be around tomorrow. Why not put those things off until then?

But tomorrow comes and the weight of undone tasks becomes heavier than ever before.

STRENGTH FOR TODAY

No unwelcome tasks become any the less unwelcome by putting them off till tomorrow. It is only when they are behind us and done, that we begin to find that there is a sweetness to be tasted afterwards, and that the remembrance of unwelcome duties unhesitatingly done is welcome and pleasant (preacher and writer, Alexander MacLaren).

“If an unwelcome task is a thorn, tomorrow will not change it into a rose.” (I am not aware of where that quote originated, but I will credit it to one of Adam’s first conversations with Eve after their Fall.)

Tomorrow. Doom and dread?

HOPE FOR TOMORROW

Sometimes it feels as if God is against you today or else He has lost control of this world. Tomorrow appears worse. God seems distant and disinterested.

We have a poor perspective of tomorrow because we misinterpret our circumstances today. Our human perspective is limited by time and space.

God and His plan to do you good have no such limitations. In fact, nothing can stop Him. Circumstances are not out of His control; they are part of His plan.

The #1 Textbook warns against depending on your tomorrow as well as despairing over it.  How do you know what is going to happen tomorrow? For the length of your lives is as uncertain as the morning fog—now you see it; soon it is gone. What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we shall live and do this or that.” (James 4:13-16).

Self-confidence never pleases God. Faith always please God.

You do not know what tomorrow holds. “The best laid plans of mice and men, oft go astray.” (Originally from a poem by Robert Burns about “the best laid schemes of mice and men oft go astray, replaced by grief and pain”–paraphrased and inspiring the title of John Steinbeck’s novel, Of Mice and Men.)

Unexpected difficulties. Unwanted difficulties. People difficulties. Plan difficulties.

Someone or something messes with our plans. Our dreams get crushed, and that painful memory fills our tomorrow with fear and fret.

My favorite Shakespeare quote (from Macbeth):

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

I think I have always been drawn to the idiot reference.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day…

The #1 Textbook is not as cynical as MacBeth.

It is not wrong to dream and plan. God created us to hope in better days. However, it is best to surrender our plans to God’s adjustments because we are not in control of this world and its tomorrows. However, God sees the end from the beginning.

“If it is God’s will” is not a phrase to add to our plans and prayers. It is not a slogan for our best chances. It is a way of life.

God wants you to live. God wants you to enjoy this life. Above all, God wants you to be changed to live and love like Jesus. That transformation does not happen without suffering and trouble.

“If it is God’s will” is a way of life. We do not know what tomorrow will bring. We do not even control our next breath. We do know God holds us in His hand. We will end up safe and secure.

Jesus LIVES inside us to LEAD us to others He intends to LOVE through us. Today.

We need to Love First and Love Most today…Today. There might not be an earthly tomorrow for us or for others.

Live and love today. Express your love for that person today. Forgive today. Laugh today. Care about someone or something so deeply today that it brings a tear to your eye.

Enjoy the glory of God’s beauty in creation today. You do not have to wait twenty years for another total solar eclipse. Today is marvelous. Tomorrow might be better.

Trust God for today and tomorrow. Tomorrow does not have to be like Today, whether good or bad. Whatever happens Today, make it count for eternity.

DO NOT WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW TO TELL SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM TODAY.

Love First. Love Most.

Hey, thank you, Miss Carhop. You made my Today better and Tomorrow is off to a good start!

REWIND WINSDAY

A public school suspended a non-student toddler and assigned him a two-week detention. The shocking story happened to a kid who was not even old enough to attend the school.

One of my dear friends was suspended in first grade and later kicked out of school in Los Angeles. That must be some kind of record.

However, my dad holds a very unusual educational experience.

MY DAD WAS SUSPENDED FROM SCHOOL…AND LATER ASSIGNED SCHOOL DETENTION BEFORE HE WAS OLD ENOUGH TO BE A STUDENT. 

That is correct. My dad was suspended from school at the age of five, when he was not even enrolled in preschool or kindergarten.

Context: Dad was the third of four brothers who grew up with a single, uneducated mother. They fled in the middle of the night from the abusive threats of an angry alcoholic dad. They carried everything they owned in a few pillow sacks and started a new home in a chicken coup.

That little boy in detention would grow up to become a lifelong educator. He made a mark of influence on students as a Hall of Fame Coach, math teacher, high school principal, and superintendent. That is quite a record for someone who had every reason to hate school.

The shocking incident in school remained hidden in the journals of family secrecy for many years.

School suspension is not unique. The Breakfast Club became a hit movie describing the story of five high-school teenagers from different social cliques sharing Saturday detention. The John Hughes movie voiceover describes them as “a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal.”

Derek joins the Breakfast Club

In the movie, their suspension in the school library is overseen by the no-nonsense vice-principal. They are commanded not to talk, move from their seats, or sleep until their late afternoon release time.

The detention supervisor assigns the unlikely group a thousand-word essay, in which each must describe “who you think you are.”

“Who do you think you are?” These were not the words for an assigned essay nor the choral lyrics for the Spice Girls’ classic. This was the stern admonition from a very disappointed principal to a frightened five-year-old boy visiting his brothers at school.

“Who do you think you are? Aren’t you Golsie’s boy? She is going to hear about this.”

What was “this”? Let me set the stage for “this” suspension-worthy caper.

When my dad was five years old, the highlight of his day was a visit to his older brothers’ school playground. Every school day, dad would walk alone two miles to school to play with his brothers and their friends during recess.

After recess, he would take a short-cut back home through the corn field and the cotton patch. He returned for the lunch break in the schoolyard. That trip was repeated for the afternoon recess. Every day.

Dad’s older six-year-old brother, Derwin, was his best buddy throughout life. Derwin always had a twinkle in his eyes. He had a keen sense for observing life and people. He could always see the humor or irony in any event. He could also get his younger brother to accept any challenge.

This particular circumstance tested the little brother’s loyalty. Even more so than when the two of them accidentally killed the family rooster while using it as a basketball for their homemade hoop. They hid the dead chicken on the roof until the wind blew it down. Accidental concussion.

One day at lunch, Derwin and his school friend “traded” lunch sacks with a classmate. They “forgot” to ask first. As they peeked into the brown paper sack, they found a ham sandwich and a banana. This looked like a good time to exchange their egg and carrots for the lunch upgrade.

They enjoyed the sandwich and fruit but were busted by the short-changed student who went straight to the principal’s office to file his complaint. Derwin was “aghast” but not speechless. He quickly devised a plan.

It should be noted that Derwin would also grow up to be a high school coach and principal. He devoted his life to education. His stories of crying confessions made in his principal’s office were legendary.

Principal Derwin once hooked up a wire to a board game buzzer hidden under his desk. He told the mischievous student it was a lie detector. Every time the student professed his innocence, the buzzer would sound. The Q&A interrogation eventually produced a crying confession from the school’s bully.

On another occasion, he questioned a student who denied swallowing the drugs reported to be in his locker. Principal Derwin called the local pharmacist and inquired about the danger of someone ingesting that small amount. He was aghast at how little time was left for the kid to call his mother and say goodbye. Another confession. Case solved. (I know, that stuff is not culturally acceptable now.)

Uncle Derwin knew all the tricks. This early school caper explanation was brilliant in its strategy.

Derwin convinced his five-year-old brother to take the fall for the lunch sack switch. His reasoning was sound. If Derwin confessed, he would get paddled and suspended, not to mention what mom would do to him back home.

However, the school could not punish his little brother with a spanking or suspension. He was not a student and, therefore, not under their jurisdiction. He might get lectured, but he would take one for the team.

Little brother reluctantly agreed. He admitted to the principal he took the sandwich. He was very sorry and would never do that again. The principal scolded him and let him go.

Derwin missed school the next day to stay with his brother. One could hope that the young delinquents could skip school in similar fashion to another John Hughes classic, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Instead of a day trip through Chicago, they could enjoy the sights and sounds of Fairview. They could fish, play hide and seek in the corn field, or play basketball with the replacement rooster back home.

Things did not work out the way they planned. In a true Ferris Bueller-like ending, the principal decided to go check on the two brothers who “skipped” school. He waited outside for their mother to get home.

Both boys feigned sickness and hid in the same bed. Their mother was not happy to learn about the lunch theft by her five-year-old son. She promised judgment would be swift and sure.

The principal suggested that she ground her son from coming to the school for two weeks. That should teach him a lesson. The single-parent mom had a better idea for a more painful learning experience.

Mother Golsie suggested a two-week suspension from school recess. No, they did not make the kid stay home. Neither did they forbid him to enter the school property.

My dad’s punishment would be to walk to school, sit inside the classroom during recess, and watch the other kids play outside. This would be repeated for the lunch playtime and the afternoon school break.

That is correct. For two weeks. my five-year-old future father would walk two miles to school, three times a day. For what purpose? To sit in the classroom of a school he was not old enough to attend. He was confined to a desk during recess. The desk was placed near a window so he could watch his brothers and their friends enjoying the playground.

Cruel and unusual punishment. The eighth of ten 1791 Bill of Rights amendments to the American Constitution cites that there shall be “no cruel and unusual punishment.” Everyone must be treated equally under the law.  If a person has not committed a crime, he should not be punished for it.  

Why would this little boy grow up to be an educator? At the age of five, he was commanded to sit alone at a school desk at a school he did not attend during the time of school he loved the most. Why?

I know that little boy. He is inside of me. I have seen him inside my children and grandchildren. It crushed his heart to be banished to the sidelines while others played the sport he loved. It was punishment alright, maybe cruel and unusual punishment. It left a deep impression, not just about school. It taught a lesson about life and loyalty.

Loyalty—the unswerving allegiance of devotion to another person. Loyalty is the mark of love, even in a five-year-old boy.

Loyalty is a diminishing trait in our society and culture. Self-centeredness is on the other end of the spectrum from the loyalty of love.

Some people are loyal to a sports team, brand name, political party, religious denomination,

Loyalty involves a test of love. It is expressed in actions, not just words. Just like in marriage, verbal assurances set the union; visual actions confirm the relationship.

Loyalty is a willing action, not a forced reaction. It eventually requires sacrifice, giving up one’s desire for the welfare of the other person(s).

From the movie, Saving Private Ryan, comes this dramatic exchange between the private and the captain who came to the battlefield to take him home following the deaths of his other brothers.

Private Ryan: “These guys deserve to go home as much as I do. They’ve fought just as hard.”
Captain Miller: “Is that what I’m supposed to tell your mother when she gets another folded American flag?”
Private Ryan: “You can tell her that when you found me, I was with the only brothers I had left. And that there was no way I was deserting them. I think she’d understand that.”

It was a school playground, not a battlefield, that tested the loyalty of this five-year-old brother. There was no way one of them would desert the other.

I do not believe Grandmother Golsie ever heard the true version of this school incident. But she would have understood. Her sons remained best friends all the way to the earthly finish line.

Loyalty to his Heavenly Father and to us marked every step Jesus took on his way to the cross.

Jesus is always a loyal brother. He showed us how to love first and love most. He was willing to die to display undying loyalty.

Jesus was not even in the school of sinners. But He came to be with us. He stepped into our classroom to become our substitute. He willingly accepted our punishment while we enjoyed His playground. Have you thanked Him recently? Ever?

He is the faithful God of steadfast love who keeps His promises to love no matter what (#1 Textbook).

There is no greater love than when one lays down his/her life for another (#1 Textbook).

My dad grew up believing a teacher or coach could make a difference in a young person. He knew there were kids from a single-parent home. Some would become the first in their family to graduate high school or go to college. Some needed to recover from hating school and people in authority.

Even young people headed for school detention, suspension, or just running extra laps around the football field need someone to give them love and hope. Instead of throwing the book at them, someone needs to live out the #1 Textbook in front of them.

For I am convinced that nothing can separate us from God’s love (#1 Textbook).

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul (#1 Textbook).

I have hope. I have hope when progress appears suspended or derailed. I have hope in God’s loyalty to me.

I will live and love in that hope, suffer in that hope, and die in that hope.

When I awake in the eternal reality of that hope, I will run into the arms of the God who caused all things to work together for my good. I will shout with joy and be lost in wonder at the wisdom of His steadfast, unending, loyal love.

Remember the most important thing in life: Love God and love others. Those are just words until they are tested with loyalty in action.

Never lose your grip on love and loyalty. Tie them around your neck and write them on your heart (#1 Textbook).

“At the place called Golgotha (the Skull), There they crucified Jesus.” (John 19:18)

The description of the most significant death in human history is expressed in essentially brief words: “There they crucified Him.” 

The event is based on eyewitness testimony. The entire account is inspired by God Himself who hung on that cross. At best, the description of it is restrained, even in its brutality, a restraint that is both purposeful and perfect.

THE CROSS OF JESUS CHRIST IS A ONCE-FOR-ALL-TIME SUBSTITUTION OF THE SON OF GOD IN MY PLACE.

On THE CROSS, God treated Jesus as if He lived my sinful, self-centered life so that God might treat me forever as if I had lived the perfect loving life of Jesus.

There is a danger that we become so familiar with the churchy words that we treat the cross as some history lesson or religious relic. The cross means much more than just salvation from hell and the hope of heaven, as wonderful as that is.

THE CROSS OF CHRIST IS THE VERY POWER OF GOD TO CHANGE EVERYTHING IN YOUR LIFE.

When Christ died on the cross for sinners, he not only stood in my place, doing what I never could do (which is forgive my sins), but he also empowered me to execute my self-centered life to live a new Christ-centered life. “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me” (Luke 9:23).

Jesus lives in me to lead me to others He intends to love first and love most through me.

Too often, we are in danger of trivializing the historical events that changed our lives for all of eternity.

The #1 Textbook describes Jesus as the Christ, the Son of God, the King of Glory who came to this earth on a mission to save us. Jesus did it willingly, not weakly, “I willingly lay down My life…I came to give My life a ransom for many.”

In the Garden of Gethsemane, the night before He was to be crucified, Jesus went face to face with hell, our hell, so that we might live face to face in His heaven.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The King of kings was treated as if He had no authority.

They spit upon Him, blindfolded Him, and began to hit Him with their fists. Then Jesus was scourged and whipped.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The Giver of Life was treated as if He were worthy of death.

The enormous crowd led by the religious leaders shouted for Governor Pilate to execute Jesus, “Crucify Him. Crucify Him.”

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The Humble Servant was treated as if He were the King of Nothing.

The Roman soldiers prepared Jesus for crucifixion by staging a mock coronation for a pretended king. A scarlet war robe, a crown of thorns, and a reed for a scepter were used as punishment pieces. Each one of the six hundred soldiers bowed down in mock adoration with the fake praise, “Hail, King of the Jews!” Each rose and spit in His face.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The Glory of Heaven was led like a lamb to the slaughter (v. 20).

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The innocent Jesus was treated like a condemned criminal deserves to be treated.

He was placed between two thieves, most likely terrorists (v.22).

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The Gentle One suffered the most excruciating torture beyond human comprehension.

Crucifixion was considered the cruelest most painful and most degrading forms of punishment ever conceived by humans, even in the eyes of the pagan world. The historian of that time, Josephus noted crucifixion as the most wretched of all ways of dying. Every breath was based on the worth of the effort to delay the inevitable.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The Almighty God was treated as if He were powerless.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The King of Glory was treated with humiliating nakedness.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The Creator of everything was treated as if He possessed nothing (v. 24).

The Roman soldiers rolled dice to claim His clothing.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The eternal God was treated as if He were running out of time.

It was 9 AM (the third hour of a Jewish morning) when they crucified Jesus (v. 25). At noon, the skies darkened until 3 PM when Jesus cried out and gave up His life after hanging on a cross for six hours.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The Name above every name was treated as if His name meant nothing.

They gave Jesus the sarcastic inscription, ““This is Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews” (v. 26). This world considered it a name that was worthless, but it’s the name that’s above every name…”that at the name of Jesus, that every knee would bow and every tongue would confess that He’s the King of kings and the Lord of lords, to the glory of God the Father.”

“There they crucified Jesus.”

The Savior of the world was treated as if He had nothing of worth to give.

The haters said that He could not even save Himself.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

Jesus was treated as if He had lived your life.

There is a spiritual reality behind all these historical facts.

There was a DIVINE TRANSACTION and a DIVINE TRANSFORMATION.

Romans 5:8, “God demonstrated His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.”

1 Peter 2:24, “Jesus Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross.”

1 Peter 3:18. “Christ died for sins once for all, the just”—the innocent one— “for the unjust”—the guilty ones— “in order that He might bring us to God” spiritually alive.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

God now treats you as if you had lived the perfect loving life of Jesus.

Our death is His. His life is ours.

John 3: 16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only beloved Son that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life.

Here is the application.

JESUS IS THE ONLY THING/PERSON WHO CAN CHANGE YOU.

This would be a great day to ask God to engage your heart in the things that really matter, not only in life but eternity.

Every relationship, every problem, every difficulty you have is resolved by you being changed. And the only place to be changed is at the cross. But note: If this story is so familiar that it does not affect you, then all it will be is just another day of information for your trash file.

All the problems you have in life, all the broken or difficult relationships you have in life, are solved by going to the cross again and again and seeing the love of God shed for you in dying in your place, treating you as if you had lived Jesus’ life, and taking that love and using it to love others first and love them most.

Love your spouse, your family, the needy, the poor, the neighborhood, the nations.

Spurgeon said this: “Jesus looked down at the people he was dying for, some cringing like cowards, some snarling like dogs, all clueless and blind to what He was doing. And in the greatest act of human history, He stayed on the cross.”   

“There they crucified Jesus.”

Has it ever changed your life? Is it changing you today?

I GAVE JESUS MY LIFE AND JESUS GAVE ME HIS LIFE TO LIVE INSIDE ME TO LEAD ME TO OTHERS HE INTENDS TO LOVE THROUGH ME.

To anybody here who does not know Jesus, you can ask Jesus to be your God and your Savior—right now, right where you are. It will change everything. The weight of your sin will be forever removed, and God will make you spiritually alive.

Jesus will come to live inside of you so that He might lead you to others He intends to love first and most through you.

Love first. Love most. Make your relationships better. Do not be spiritually asleep or spiritually apathetic or spiritually tired.

BE SPIRITUALLY AWED BY A GOD WHO WOULD HANG ON A CROSS IN ORDER TO BRING US WITH HIM TO THE HIGHEST PLACE OF HONOR, HAPPINESS, AND HARMONY IN ORDER TO MAKE US LIKE HIM AS WE DANCE IN THE CIRCLE OF HIS LIMITLESS LOVE, INFINITE GOODNESS, AND INEXHAUSTIBLE JOY.

The FACE of Christ at the PLACE of the cross is the deepest, highest, clearest revelation of God in history.                                                                      

There is no other place where you can see God more clearly or love Him more dearly.                                                                                                                 

Here is the PLACE & FACE where the worth of God and His love for you are most fully magnified.

THE CROSS OF JESUS CHRIST IS A ONCE-FOR-ALL-TIME SUBSTITUTION OF THE SON OF GOD IN MY PLACE which secured a new life of being with Christ and being made like Christ.

“There they crucified Jesus.”

Jesus continuously gives everything He is to you. Give Him everything you are again today.

REWIND BY POPULAR DEMAND FROM MY GRANDKIDS

Marriage requires commitment…so does insanity.

Women are crazy; men are stupid. The main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid!

As the weirdness begins to fade over the years, the woman decides to stay with her idiot husband just to spare the world from him running loose on society.

Once again, I just did not listen to my wife’s wishes. Apparently, I did not pay attention. 

Our family recalls it as The Wallpaper episode. The phrase brings immediate memories of extreme laughter and unforgettable misery, mostly at my expense.

Our family returned home from the best vacation of our lives. We reminisced about the fun, food, fellowship, and feelings of awe at the beautiful sights, peaceful relaxation, and exciting activities.

Most returns from vacation can feel boring or an emotional letdown from the big fun romp. This vacation ending still held the biggest “Eureka” moment for its gigantic climax.

The biggest surprise awaited our arrival. The Wallpaper.

My wife had purchased paint, rolls of beautiful wallpaper, and decorative border for our family room. Several months passed without any start on the project. I always had a reason to wait until the next weekend.

When there was no reason, I made up an excuse. Handyman stuff has never been a strong suit. At least, I knew not to use Great Stuff on this honey-do listing. (See previous story, Handyman Blunder.)

The lengthy delay left my wife discouraged and overwhelmed. My multi-talented maiden can outwork experienced work crews and out-decorate professional decorators; however, the possibility of finishing this project without any assistance only added to its postponement. I promised my participation after the vacation.

 My surprise plan was the enlistment of my handyman friend to paint the room, install the wallpaper, match the molding, and add the top border while we were away on our family vacation.

This would be one of the greatest gifts of all time. Surprised expressions, joyful gratitude, and special treatment awaited me.

The children were apprised of the amazing gift. Their excited energy had them jumping for joy in anticipation of mom’s astonishment and dad’s achievement. It would be the cherry on the top of this family’s best vacation sundae.

I asked the family to wait outside the door so I could check the house. Everything was safe and in its place. No house invasion by burglars or rats.

Most importantly, the beautiful wallpaper and colorful border had been wonderfully placed without any mistakes or mess for me to clean up. What a husband! What a lucky wife to have such a thoughtful spouse!

Our smiling daughter held her mother’s hand as they waited in the entry. Her face beamed with the joy of a Christmas morning. The younger boys applauded as I announced the queen’s grand entrance into the family room. One shouted, “Surprise!” The other, “Ta dah!”

My wife was surprised! She was speechless! The shocked look on her face was priceless…and has remained memorable. Her gorgeous eyes became extremely large. Both hands covered her open mouth. Her knees trembled and weakened.

She leaned against the doorpost as she continued to gaze around the room at the wallpaper and border, carefully chosen to adorn her living area.

Her eyes began to fill with tears; her head began to slowly move back and forth. She would point at the wall and then place her hand back over her mouth. The kids continued to dance around the
room. Her husband went from glee to puzzlement.

She pointed again at the wallpaper and then at the adjoining room. She repeated this gesture. Several times, she pointed at the wallpaper and then toward the other living area. The multitude
of wallpaper rolls and border were no longer stacked in the garage. They were on her wall.

THE WALL IN THE WRONG ROOM!

Yep! The light bulb finally went on in my darkened mind. I had directed my handyman friend to redecorate the WRONG ROOM. Surprise!

They say there is a humorous side to every situation. My wife was challenged to see it.

My precious wife remained speechless!

In fact, she did not speak again for two days. The shock silenced everything. No complaint. No correction. No criticism. She just went to bed and covered her crying eyes.

I thought she went to bed to laugh it out. Isn’t it somewhat ironic that my wife felt incomplete until she married me? What was she thinking?

I stood there staring at the wallpaper. I think Alexis played Beyonce singing for all the Dreamgirls out there, “You should have listened.”

Brain freeze. I just stared at the wallpaper, muttering to myself, “Huh? What just happened?”

As the song says, Marriage can be romantic…or traumatic!

I offer a real-life marriage suggestion: If you do not pay attention to your wife’s wants and wishes, do not try to surprise her.

I don’t use the word, “Surprise” much anymore!

The wallpaper stayed up. My market shares went down. Every subsequent vacation had its moments where the rest of the family retold the Wallpaper Story with all the exaggerated facial reenactments and laughter at dad’s expense.

Our marriage survived the Wallpaper, Now, it is a funny story for our grandkids. It is also a security net for my son-in-law. “At least, I did not do the Wallpaper!”

My stupidity comes with a Do Not Disturb sign. However, I have not given up hope of becoming a better listener. Perhaps, you can join me on this journey.

Listening is a tool for understanding the other person, who they are, what they like, what they want.

Listening requires me to pay attention. That means I need to change my focus away from the television or computer. It means putting down the cell phone and stop texting. (I said I am still learning.)

What makes someone a better listener? Love.

Preoccupation with self is a detriment to listening. Listening is primarily a spiritual connection based on love.

HOW YOU LISTEN TO OTHERS IS INDICATIVE OF HOW YOU LISTEN TO GOD.

Uninterested? Pretense? Inattentive? Divided attention? Short attention span? More concerned with sharing your ideas, opinions, plan?

Listening to God’s Word is a great place to start. “Be quick to listen; slow to speak” (#1 Textbook). Learn to listen to God first and most. Others will benefit.

Listen better to creation as birds sing, winds whisper, waves crash, and thunder roars to the glory of God’s love for you. Listen to others share their heart.

I offer this paraphrase of the prominent scripture invoked at many weddings for beautiful brides and their dumb and dumber men.

Love is patient, love is kind…Love listens; love never gives the right gift in the wrong place…love never fails. (#1 Textbook)

God gives us an infinite capacity to love. Love more. Listen better.

Love listens First. Love listens Most. I am a very slow learner, but I do understand the goal.

You probably face some challenges this week.

Perhaps someone has placed your dream on the wrong wall. Stay calm. Everything is not ruined forever. You will make it through this episode of life and someday it might be a funny story…to someone else.

WINSDAY WISDOM 310

March Madness is a cultural phenomenon. It is synonymous with the college basketball national championship tournament. It features the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.

March Madness resonates with buzzer beaters, upsets, Cinderella stories, crazy fans, crying towels, and cutting down the net celebrations. The range of emotions runs the gamut from tears to cheers, chills to thrills, bumps to jumps, glares to prayers.

For me, March Madness epitomizes my life in a nutshell. It highlights the guiding principles in my life learned from the #1 Textbook and our family values.

By God’s design, I grew up in a coach’s family world where sports was a profession and way of life supported by our faith in God. My dad, my brother, and my son are Hall of Fame coaches.

Every year of my life has been defined by the lows, the highs, the sudden end of the season, followed by a time of reflection and gratitude for the joy of the journey. Then it is time to begin again. One mantra echoed through every season from start to finish to repeat.

Character matters. Always do your best. Have fun. Never quit.

I encourage you to consider these principles for life whatever describes and defines your life’s journey.

1. ALWAYS DO YOUR BEST

That is all about your EFFORT. You cannot control your opponent, the referee calls, the bad bounces of the ball, injuries, or all the circumstances. You do control your effort. Always do your best!

2. HAVE FUN.

That is all about your ATTITUDE. Enjoy life in both the good and tough times. No one else controls your attitude. We tend to let the actions of others or unwanted circumstances affect how we feel and react. The attitude of joy and gratitude is God-given for you to access in all situations and around all people.

Whatever happens in your life, in the end you will wish you had gone through it with more joy. So, start enjoying life more today.

3. NEVER QUIT. NEVER!

The determination to never quit involves emotional TOUGHNESS which manifests itself by loving endurance, perseverance, and hope.

Sports is just one of the learning schools for life. Winning championships is hard. Both the preparation and the journey necessitate toughness. It is not for the faint-hearted or for quitters.

Sports competition is hard and challenging. It is much more than just winning and applause.

Life is hard. Marriage is hard. Parenting is hard. The easy way out is to quit or change circumstances or replace teammates.

We hope that lessons learned in athletic endeavors help young men and women in life not to quit being a faithful and supportive spouse. Not to quit being a loving and exemplary mom or dad. Not to quit at work. Not to quit using your platform of influence to help others.

Whether the words are echoed by Winston Churchill or cancer patient Coach Jim Valvano or a preacher quoting the Bible. “Finish the race. Never quit. Never, never, never quit!”

One does not have to be a sports enthusiast to share these same sentiments. From handymen to teachers to medical professionals to first responders to whatever marks your love and lifestyle, these principles can apply.

I believe they are wisdom gems for those facing a medical crisis, relationship issues, or any challenge in life.

Ball player, billionaire, or bum. Always do your best. Have fun. Never quit!

“Whatever you do, do all to the glory of God” (#1 Textbook).

Love God and love others. Love first and love most!

I do not know what challenge in life you are currently or soon to be facing.

I pray you might embrace it as your one shining moment where you give all you have to give with all the joy you can share for as long as it takes.

No one except God might know how hard it was or how long you persevered. But inside you will know and feel the thrill of knowing you always did your best, you had a good attitude, and you never quit.

One Shining Moment is the iconic song associated with the televised NCAA Men’s Basketball Championship. The CBS March Madness theme song sends chills up and down the spines of aspiring, retiring, and wanna-be basketball stars who dream of giving everything they have on the competitive court.

ONE SHINING MOMENT

The ball is tipped
and there you are
you’re running for your life
you’re a shooting star
And all the years
no one knows
just how hard you worked
but now it shows…

(in) ONE SHINING MOMENT, IT’S ALL ON THE LINE
ONE SHINING MOMENT, THERE FROZEN IN TIME

But time is short
and the road is long
in the blinking of an eye
ah that moment’s gone
And when it’s done
win or lose
you always did your best
cuz inside you knew…

(that) ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU REACHED DEEP INSIDE
ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU KNEW YOU WERE ALIVE

Feel the beat of your heart
feel the wind in your face
it’s more than a contest
it’s more than a race…

And when it’s done
win or lose
you always did your best
cuz inside you knew…

(that) ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU REACHED FOR THE SKY
ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU KNEW
ONE SHINING MOMENT, YOU WERE WILLING TO TRY
ONE SHINING MOMENT….

(written by David Barrett and love the version sung by Luther Van Dross)

I pray your love for God and others will show up in the One Shining Moment heavenly highlights.

WINSDAY WISDOM REWIND

I showed up at church looking like an albino werewolf. I frightened the children and amused their parents. What happened? I was the finished product of another Great Stuff handyman fiasco.

Did I read the directions first? No!

I admire and appreciate men and women who can fix things. Their skill, ingenuity, patience, and perseverance fascinate me. However, I am most definitely not a handyman. Although that hope remains high on my wife’s prayer requests, my fix-it competence never improves. I try. I fail. I get frustrated. I reluctantly try again, just with a worse attitude.

Handymen find my ineptness to be entertaining. Any thirty-minute easy assembly ends up as a several hours project with some part missing or broken. If it is possible to repair something to work worse than it did or construct something backwards, then I am the guy to call.

I once assembled a swing-set in the freezing temperature of a Christmas Eve, only to get to the final piece and discover that last piece was intended to go in first. So, I had to disassemble the entire undertaking and redo what I had done wrong.

Redo what I did wrong. I wear it like a badge. I plead with my wife to place on my tombstone, “He meant well.” She always reminds me that women know they should first read the instructions; men do not; at least her man does not.

Much like the children’s book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, we all have really bad days. I admit handyman failures do not really qualify for the “bad day” top ten. However, they frustrate me to ever-increasing levels of high anxiety. I understand how ridiculous that sounds to any real handyman and to every woman.

My one shining moment was planned to be sealing the ventilation leaks in our aging windows. My handyman friend told me it was a simple fix, something even I could do. Why do real handymen say that?

He told me to go to Lowe’s and get some Great Stuff. It comes in a bright, shiny, red can whose contents form a durable, airtight, and water-resistant bond which eliminates unwanted airflow. It literally can seal anything.

Great Stuff. I can testify to its effectiveness against gaps and cracks, but it does not “fix” everything. There is nothing that can fix “stupid.”

I used the special award-winning Quick Stop straw dispenser to generously spray the insulating foam sealant around each window. If a little does good, then a lot does better. Every handyman needs his own philosophy.

Well, a gentle tap on the spray trigger and the contents rushed out like Niagara Falls at flood stage. I quickly rubbed it in to tighten the seal.

Wait! Stop! I did not know Great Stuff expands once it is placed on the surface!

Without warning, my windows and bricks were covered in an avalanche of this volcanic flowing cream-colored foam, like a scene out of The Blob movie. The ever-growing, oozing substance devoured and dissolved everything in its path. Suddenly, I was aghast with visions of Great Stuff foam covering my house, yard, and neighborhood. When would it stop?

I panicked. I had to clean up the mess before anyone else might see my latest handyman blunder.

I could identify with my granddaughter that time she reluctantly confided to her mother that she and her sister sneaked into the pantry and ate the Nutella, “I was praying you would not find out and that God would just forgive me.”

Flustered and frightened, I began the cover-up. “Oh, God, help me, before anyone sees this.” I hurriedly wiped it off with my hand. It would not come off my hand, so I rubbed the growing gunk with my other hand. As I pried them apart, the crazy goo covered both hands.

I scrambled for the paper towels, Bounty, the quicker picker upper. I stubbornly stuck to my tried and true, handyman philosophy. When in doubt, use more.

The Great Stuff stuck to my hands and my hands stuck to the paper towels. I admit being impressed with the quicker picker-upper attribute which performed as advertised. However, the entire roll became stuck somewhere. My hands. The windows. The bricks. The patio. The grass. There was a paper towel stuck to the dog.

Now what? Water! Rinse it all off with water. I rushed to the backyard faucet to wash away all my problems with lots of water. I never switch philosophies in the middle of a project. More water! That did not work! White gunk stuck to my water hose as the situation worsened.

As a toddler, I had a backseat view of my dad’s concern over the sudden appearance of a police car in the rearview mirror. Dad simply muttered, “Uh oh,” which caused my mother to fear the possibility of a speeding ticket or jailtime.

As I watched the speeding pursuit car with its flashing lights quickly close the distance between the vehicles, I yelled an update on the situation, “Uh Oh, worser, dad!” As Dad pulled over to the side of the interstate, he replied, “Yep, uh-oh worser!” That reaction developed into a classic family saying regarding many future problems.

My Great Stuff episode had reached “Uh Oh, worser” status.

I had anticipated something really bad, but I underestimated.

As the excessive residual solidified, I racked my brain for plausible explanations to my wife of how this happened. A cement truck backed into our house. The Blob escaped the Arctic. The evening news warned of a new dangerous strain of albino mold.

I picked up the bright red can and looked at the instructions, just so I could give an affirmative answer to my wife’s first question, “Did you read the directions?”

The directions clearly stated, “This product expands quickly. Start with a small amount. Keep off hands and face.” (I am 0 for three at this point in the game).

“Oh, somewhere in this favored land, the sun is shining bright. The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light. And somewhere angels are laughing as heavenly handymen shout. But there is no joy in Mudville—Mighty Casey has struck out.” (Apologies to Thayer.)

I continued to read the directions. “Do not use water” (0 for four). “Let product dry before attempting removal” (0 for five).

“If the foam has hardened, there is no solvent that will remove it. It will eventually wear off in time.”

There is no solvent to remove this sticky gunk from my hands or the house or the dog!

However, it will eventually wear off. That was good news if I lived that long.

WARNING to wanna-be handymen everywhere:

*Great Stuff expands terrifyingly and sticks tenaciously to anything, especially skin.

*It does not come off your hands with water because it works as a sealant to repel water.

*It is also an adhesive which glues paper towels to hands.

*Oh, yes, the directions clearly warn that this product is highly flammable. I should be grateful that my attempt to melt off the Great Stuff was unsuccessful due to the ignition failure of the charcoal match lighter (0 for six).

How do you explain to 911 that you blew up your house with Great Stuff? Uh-Oh, worser!

At church the next morning, friends expressed concern over the condition of my hands. Yep, tiny pieces of paper towels remained attached to my sticky fingers. Some kids scrambled to report seeing a werewolf. Adults backed away in fear of contact with leprosy.

Whether spoken with laughter or pity, they all asked if I read the directions before I started the project. What is this world’s obsession with directions? Really?

Directions can be extremely important in this life. Some directions are for guidance to help us navigate toward our destinations, while some directions are instructional information, providing supervision of action or conduct.

Our Creator God provided us a relevant and reliable Textbook filled with both navigational directions and instructional messages. The indispensable, helpful manual sufficiently lights the way for our daily steps toward meaningful purpose and lasting happiness. Likewise, it provides true and trustworthy instructions for us, coaching us how to love God and others for maximum joy in life.

However, most people go through life without reading the instructions. Relationships get messed up. Self-help solutions fail to stop the damage. Something ends up broken or missing. So, everyone tries to hide their messed-up problems from everyone else suffering from the same messed-up problems. How? The other comparison shoppers just post better social media pictures.

What about you? Are you trying to hide a problem? Fix a relationship? Give a false impression? Have things spiraled out of control?

“Did you read the directions?” Did you read the directions? I do not intend that as some accusation or condemnation. I ask because I think it would help any of us to step back from where we struggle in some relationships and think. Am I really following the directions?

God’s divine directions clearly instruct us to walk side by side with God for our greatest good. They also warn if we go through life following our own instincts, the problems will expand exponentially in difficulty and duration.

The Creator’s Great Stuff directions were never intended to be a set of rules or a list of do’s and don’ts. Instead, they describe a relationship of lordship and love which is guaranteed to stop the happiness leaks in our lives.

God authored a Relationship book, an all-time best seller and proven game-changer. Every direction is based on love, with detailed descriptions of how to love God and others as well as how not to do it.

There are even directions for corrections when we did what we were not supposed to do.

From the beginning to the end of Genesis, the first historical book, God demonstrated the glory of His goodness. He proved He can give good to us out of nothing (creation) and orchestrate good for us out of wrong intentions and actions of bad people (story of Joseph).

God promises never to stop loving us…never to forsake us…never to give up on us. He creates and controls everything, even chaos and darkness, for our good so we can have lasting happiness.

“I showed you a new way to live with lasting joy: Love each other. Love others in the same way and just as much as I love you….Love more and more” (#1 Textbook).

How does God love us?

(1) GOD LOVES FIRST. “I loved you before the foundation of this world” (#1 Textbook). I think that loving us before we were created qualifies as first.

(2) GOD LOVES MOST. “It will take unending ages for me to show you the immeasurable goodness of my kindness to you” (#1 Textbook). The promise of immeasurable riches of goodness throughout an infinite eternity confirms that loving most belongs to God alone.

God loves us Before time and Beyond time.

God calls us to love others in the same manner. “We love because He first loved us” (#1 Textbook).

LOVE FIRST. Do not wait for a response from the other person. Initiate love. Establish the tone of the relationship.

LOVE MOST. Loving others should never be limited to a finite number of actions or time. Love shows and grows in countless expressions of ever-increasing kindness. “Because of His everlasting love and kindness to you, practice that same kind of tenderhearted mercy and kindness to others” (#1 Textbook).

Somewhere along life’s journey, we decide that the problem is with the other person. That happens when we try to love without reading the directions. We cannot fix the other person. That just ends up in a bigger mess than paper towels stuck to your fingers.

We need HOPE. I am not a handyman, but I have read the Great Stuff directions. It specializes in HOPE. I have enough HOPE to share with others.

Sometimes, we make a mess of things, even when trying to fix them. Our natural instinct is to hand the directions to the other person and insist they read them. Please stop! No one else can do what I/you need to do, Love First and Love Most.

The Great Stuff directions encourage me to show God’s immeasurable, unending self-giving love to others. Love does not place blame on others and does not hide behind excuses. Love takes the initiative; it closes gaps and repairs cracks in even the most damaged relationships. “Above all, love others deeply” (#1 Textbook).

God’s Great Stuff Playbook can stop marriage leaks and fix broken relationships. It has repaired many ‘Uh, Oh, worser’ situations. Whatever circumstance you are in, God’s instructions will make it better.

Just take a moment to step back and get a divine perspective on your relationships.

Whatever you choose to do with your life, follow the directions in the #1 Textbook.         Live for something that lasts forever.                                                                                   

Love first. Love most.

HAVE YOU READ THE DIRECTIONS? IT IS GREAT STUFF.

                                                                           

                                                                                                         

WINSDAY WISDOM 309

Death is certain. The percentages are perfect. It is one common experience we will all share. Death is not funny, but a little humor can ease some of the upcoming grief.

As a college student in Boston, I became fascinated with the engravings on old tombstones. As I walked the historic Freedom Trail, I passed many old cemeteries from the early stages of American history.

King’s Chapel Burying Grounds is the oldest cemetery in Boston (1630). Near the Boston Common is a post-Revolutionary War cemetery for Paul Revere, John Hancock, Samuel Adams, and family members of Benjamin Franklin.

The stone markers. The obitual commentary. The shorthand summaries. One could imagine life stories connected to the last laughs.

1. Ma loved Pa. Pa loved women. Ma caught Pa with another gal swimmin’. Here lies Pa.
2. I told you I was sick. (Adjacent tombstone) And I was sick of hearing it.
3. I would rather be reading this.
4. Here lies my wife. Please let her lie. She’s now in peace and so am I.
5. We will never know “Why” this chicken did not make it across the road.
6. I made some bad deals, but I went in the hole with this one.
7. My wife finally stopped talking so I feel like I am in heaven.
8. Some thought she was sweet, some thought she was swell, but we all know she went straight to “H-E-Double hockey sticks.” (I think this was a cat.)
9. Now I know something you don’t.
10.  Here lies the remains of Jonathan Peas under the sod, but he ain’t here, only the pod. Peas shelled out and went home to God.

A very popular testimony reads as follows: As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, so you shall be. Prepare yourself to follow me. (Read that again.)

On one of those tombstones, another phrase was etched into the rock: To follow you is not my intent, until I find out which way you went.

Appropriate humor can ease the stress and anxiety of certain death. But do not let the jokes distract you from the value of examining how you live your life. In fact, the #1 Textbook plainly and emphatically states that it is better to go to a funeral than to a party (Ecclesiastes 7:2).

Why? Hopefully, it will cause you to think about how you intend to live the rest of your earthly life.

Have you ever taken time to consider how your eternal existence can be eternal enjoyment?

God’s Word encourages us to contemplate our impending earthly demise and consider our days in order to make the most of our time. The #1 Textbook also points us to the endless eternity beyond so that we live now in faith, hope, and love.

The unknown part of death is one of the hardest concepts to grasp. We fear uncertainty.

Is that time something to be feared? Something to hope? Will it be gain for you? Or will it be loss?

Is death a bitter loss or sweet gain? There is a thin line between sweetness and bitterness. In cooking, it could be the amount of sugar.

In spiritual things, the difference is hope. In a multitude of unanswered questions seasoned with blame and bitterness, you can still hope in God. When hope gets fully mixed into the recipe, you cannot see it; you just taste it.

For to me to live is Christ, and to die is sweet gain (Philippians 1:21).

Our hope is not wishful thinking or positive confession or some mystical religious concept. Our hope is a Person. His name is Jesus. Hope in Jesus shapes how we live and how we die.

Grief has an expiration date; so do trials. They remain for a little while, if necessary. Even a lifetime of suffering in this world is only “a little while” compared to the everlasting joy of heaven.

God promises you an eternal inheritance with everlasting blessings full of all God’s riches. Your inheritance is imperishable; it will never be used up. It is undefiled; it can never be messed up. It is unfading; it will never lose its value.   

Mark Twain was blunt. “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.”

As one philosopher stated, it is not the date of birth or the date of death that matters most. It is what you do with the dash in between representative of the entirety of an earthly life. That dash has eternal implications.

ALL OF LIFE IS A STEWARDSHIP.

Enjoy life but live it for God. Rehearse dying. Yep, that is right.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon said this: “No man would find it difficult to die that died every day. He would have practiced it so often that he would only have to die but once more. Like the singer who has been through his rehearsals and is now perfect in His part and has but to pour forth the notes once for all and he is done.”

The “why” and the “dash” have everything to do with your stewardship and your legacy.

What will summarize your dash? What will be your tombstone testimony or memorial memory?

In life, we do not know exactly where the finish line is. We might get to a point where we know it could be in a few days, but most of the time it sneaks up on us.

All of us know we are going to die, but none of us expect it to come when it does. It usually comes too soon in our timetable of life expectancy. So the issue becomes how to finish strong with an ecstatic burst when you do not know the location or time of the finish line.

Finishing strong never just happens; it is empowered with wholehearted purpose.   

What is your purpose for finishing strong? Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for Jesus’ appearing (2 Timothy 4:8). 

There is a crown of righteousness for all who are faithful to Christ and hope to see Him as their coming King.

What is that crown of righteousness? Theological scholars offer several ideas. For me, biblical righteousness is the “life and love of Christ” placed inside of me by the grace of God. My practice of that life and love of Christ is still flawed here on earth because of the remaining seeds of self-love which continue to dwell within me and war for the control of my soul. 

HOWEVER, THE VICTOR’S CROWN WILL BE THE “PERFECTION OF THE LIFE AND LOVE OF CHRIST IN ME” WHICH WILL BE FULLY DISPLAYED THROUGHOUT THE REST OF ETERNITY. 

What joy for me and what joy for others who will then be loved by me! I will love them without any selfish tendencies, without any selfish motives, without any selfish expectations. I will love God and love others perfectly, just as Jesus loves me! 

That is the championship reward for which we entrust ourselves to the God who causes all things to work together for our good. That is the joy for which we agonize and suffer now.

This championship crown is for all who are in love with the Jesus who appeared on this earth to save them and who will appear again to take them home with Him forever.

Fight THE Fight!  Finish THE Race!  Keep THE Faith!  Finish strong with an ecstatic burst into heaven!

John Donne wrote what should be the testimony of every Christian who is rehearsing the day of his death. Study this:

“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For those whom thou thinkest thou dost overthrow, they die not. One short sleep passed, and we wake eternally and death shall be no more.”

No more death.

I love what was written about Enoch in the #1 Textbook. He walked with God.

My parents lived a very impactful life as a Hall of Fame coach and a highly accomplished educator wife. Both started from humble beginnings.

Dad was one of four brothers raised by a single, uneducated mom. They were abandoned by an alcoholic father. They fled his abuse in the middle of the night carrying all their belongings in pillow sacks. Their new home was in an abandoned chicken coup.

Mom grew up in humble surroundings as part of six siblings with uneducated parents. She was proud to be a coal miner’s daughter.

Both parents received many awards and professional acclaim. They positively impacted the lives of thousands of students and co-workers. Much could be written as their tombstone testimonies.

However, they chose their own epitaph. The tombstone plaque simply reads, “Gerald and Beatrice Blankenship, parents of Rex, Bill, Joe.”

That is their tombstone testimony. Their pride. Their joy. Their love. Their legacy.

What a blessing! What a humbling challenge!

To be loved unconditionally and endlessly is a tremendous blessing. It is also a stewardship responsibility to make sure that investment is not wasted.

You and I are loved by the God of Glory, Eternal Creator, Living Lord, Heavenly Father, Loving Savior, Supreme Majesty, and Sovereign King of kings.

We are loved first and foremost, loved most and forever. We are loved before and above everything else with a love that is independent, infinite, and immeasurable in its greatness.

We are loved with undeserved, unchanging, and unending goodness by the One who is Glorious in all he is, Perfect in all his ways, Faithful in all he does. Always wise, right, and good. Always with us and always for us.

And yet, He has no tombstone. He just writes his legacy in the heavens.

God of Rex, Bill, Joe, and you.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever (Psalm 23:6).

Dear family and friends, do not worry about me when that time comes in my life.

I will be cutting down the nets!

As the hymnwriter penned,

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;

To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.  

                               –The Love of God, Frederick Lehman