The Greatest of All Time

A recent sporting event was won in dramatic fashion. The TV commentators referred to it as the greatest comeback win of all time.

Sports writers and fans are quick to announce someone or something as “the greatest ever.” Then people argue over their opinions.

Several months back, a friend sent me a request for the full version of something I shared over thirty years ago at a national FCA conference at Estes Park, Colorado. I commented that “there has never been a greater comeback than when Jesus…”

He asked if I had the notes in my files. Good luck on that. Last night, I opened a book and the notes fell out. Sometimes, that is how Winsday Wisdom works. Thanks Brad!

When the sports pages continue to proclaim someone or something “the greatest ever,” we should be reminded that these fantastic feats dim in comparison to the greatest of all, the Lord Jesus Christ.

No one in athletics has ever paid a greater price to achieve a goal than when Jesus paid it all on the cross.

There has never been a greater upset than when Jesus upset the plans of Satan and turned the cross from tragedy to triumph.

There has never been a greater weight lifted than when Jesus lifted the immeasurable weight of sin off the shoulders of all mankind.

There has never been a greater “in your face move” than when Jesus went into the depths of hell and snatched the keys of sin and death from Satan’s grasp.

There has never been a greater obstacle overcome than when the stone was rolled away and Jesus burst forth from the tomb as the Resurrection and the Life. Now because He lives, we can live also.

And there will never be a greater comeback than when the Lamb who took away the sins of the world comes back as the King of kings and Lord of lords. On that day, all that has been accomplished by believers will be placed at the feet of Jesus and we will proclaim HIM AND HIM ONLY worthy of all the glory, all the honor, and all the praise forever and ever.

Until that day, “I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene and wonder how he could love me, a sinner, condemned and unclean.

How marvelous, how wonderful, and my song shall ever be…How marvelous, how wonderful is My Savior’s love for me.”

It is amazing to be the teammate of Jesus in the greatest victory of them all!

Enjoy cheering at sporting events, applauding at artistic presentations, and being amazed at the wonderful achievements in life. I pray they all serve as reminders to turn our hearts and minds into joining God-Admirers.

I hope these lyrics will help you join all the God-Admirers cheering the God of Psalm 145.

Psalm 145  (The Song of a God-Admirer)

I will extol Thee,
Oh God my king;

Time will cease to exist before I cease to sing.

I say the Lord is great. I say He is highly to be praised…so great and let me search and discover how great. When my fathers did sing to the generations ring, I sing it back and forth of who you are.

The Lord is gracious, full of mercy, slow to anger, and abounding in love.
Over all of His works,
Of which I am truly one.

His mercy hovers like a cloud
Never raining dry.

Myself and the saints will sing power and glory everlasting. As long as your rule endures, I admire Thee.

Sustain me when I fall;
Lift me up when I’m bowed down.
You are the water
Never failing to satisfy.
You are right in all Your ways
And yet You are kind in all You do.

I cried and You saved me;
Lovingkindness keeps me.

I say the Lord is great,
So great, let me search
And never discover how great.
As long as Your rule endures.

The Lord is gracious, full of mercy, slow to anger, and abounding in love.
I admire Thee.
I admire Thee.

Lyrics by Dr. Myles Roberts

NO THOUGHTS TODAY

I JUST WAS NOT THINKING TODAY.

I recently wrote that I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.

I meant every word. However, there are times when I am not thinking about you. In truth, I have moments where I do not think about anything. That is a little frightening!

There are times that the chains on my mood swing just snap...and I go into Stupid Ville.

Thoughtless. Mindless. Scatter-brained. Moronic.

My childhood dream was to become an astronaut. Unfortunately, it was not in the stars.

I fell short of NASA’s astronaut standards for eyesight, intelligence, aviation skills, and problem solving. How was I to know that my failure to accurately follow an assigned check list would haunt me for the rest of my life?

Last week, my wife lowered her hopes from words to pictures. That’s right. Pictures! She used to give me a list of items to buy at the store. Somehow, this Ivy-League educated husband finds ways to miss or mess up something on the grocery list.

This time she sent me to the store with pictures of the food purchases. (No, this is not the grocery picture assignment I mentioned before. This happened after months of flash card training at home.) How humiliating!

Well, not as humiliating as when I returned home with blackberries, instead of blueberries!

When my wife pointed out my mistake in the colored berry selection, I muttered, “Well, I feel stupid.”

My adorable wife laughed as she asked, “Didn’t you look at the picture? Did you not think to look at the product description next to the picture?”

I was stunned. I did not know if that was one question or two?

Now I am back to the preschool basics of learning colors and counting and reading.

Well, the store assistant assumed I could not read. That was also humiliating. When he offered to help, I showed him a picture on my phone and asked if they had any berries that looked like it. He stared at me as if I were stupid. I explained that the chain on my mood swing had snapped.

In my defense, the color in the picture was very misleading.

I already admitted I failed the astronaut eyesight exam. Apparently while navigating a spaceship, it matters whether you hit the abort liftoff black button on the computer keyboard rather than the rocket thrust acceleration blue button.

The only areas where I surpassed NASA standards were weight and stupidity. One was fixable through a better diet. The other cannot be fixed. Not even by the greatest minds in the known universe.

There are moments when my stupidity ventures to boldly go where no stupidity has gone before.

STUPIDITY. If you need me to provide a definition, then just consider yourself far above the minimal standard for ‘idiot.’

Stupidity is universal. We each exhibit some degree of it at various times in life. It does seem to come more naturally to some. I know a few people whose stupidity appears endless and effortless.

To help all mankind, I wish to offer these suggestions to avoid doing stupid things.

  1. Do not stand over a toilet with your eyeglasses on top of your head. (The absence of clean eyeglasses did contribute to my inability to discern the picture colors for the berries on the shopping list.)
  2. Do not place your cell phone on top of your car.
  3. Do not place your billfold on top of your car.
  4. Do not place your mail on top of your car.
  5. Do not place your wife on top of your car.
  6. Do not close the car door before your foot is fully inside the vehicle.
  7. Do not try to walk on ice.
  8. Do not fall on ice without access to a cell phone to call for help.
  9. Do not come home with three ice cream cones when there are four grandchildren at the house.
  10. Do not use stupid phrases as computer passwords, such as Dumb and Dumber, or Dummy and Dummy2. I suggest using my favorite password, 2Dumb4U.
  11. Do not drive away from the gas station before returning the gas pump to its stored position.
  12. Do not stomp on the brakes when your Raising Cane’s sauce is open.
  13. Do not stomp on the brakes when your beverage cup is unsecured.
  14. Do not stomp on the brakes when your hot pizza box is in the front seat. (Seatbelt laws should be enforced.)
  15. Do not stomp on your brakes when your ride-along dog is standing in the back seat. (It is amazing how quickly a pet can become a windshield ornament.)
  16. Do not forget…anything (anniversary, birthdays, doctor appointments).
  17. Do not leave the water running in your sink…in your shower…in your lawn sprinkler.
  18. Do not drop your cell phone into the Bermuda Triangle darkness between your car seat and console.
  19. Do not make impulse purchases without checking the three figure return shipping costs to China.
  20. Do not get into the wrong car just because it looked similar to yours.
  21. Do not think that money in your checking account never needs to be replaced.
  22. Do not think that anything on the internet is ‘free.’ (You just signed up for a ten-year monthly supply with no customer service connection.)
  23. Do not stick a suction cup to your forehead for the grandkids to pull off.
  24. Do not call someone “Buddy” or “Bro” or “Idiot” just because you cannot remember their name.
  25. Do not reply to a “bless you” for your sneeze with “you too.”
  26. Do not scream at the traffic red lights more than three times in a row.
  27. Do not use hand signals to communicate with other drivers.
  28. Do not carry five sacks of groceries at one time so you can make fewer trips from the car.
  29. Do not place a water-filled ice chest on the hotel clothes cart.
  30. Do not leave your room key and ID in your locked hotel room.
  31. Do not be intimidated or stopped or made to feel guilty while enjoying a ‘family size’ bag of chips or cookies all by yourself.
  32. Do not type an angry text or email that you never intend to send. (Ooops! Did I just hit the ‘send’ button?)
  33. Do not binge on The Good! The Bad! And The Ugly while naming people you know who could play those characters.
  34. Do not give your honest opinion about someone’s recipe, clothing, haircut, or parenting technique…NEVER! NO MATTER WHAT!
  35. Do not show any signs of life when your friend asks for help to move a few rocks.
  36. Do not move your spouse’s keys to a better place to keep them.
  37. Do not open a pill box over the sink.
  38. Do not rinse silverware while the garbage disposal is engaged.
  39. Do not tell a caller you are not home before checking to see if their car is in your driveway.
  40. Do not leave your dinner meal unattended on the table stand next to your chair while you go to the garage refrigerator for something to drink. (Some dogs see that as a grand opportunity provided by their ‘stupid’ owner.)
  41. Do not make private comments on a group text.
  42. Do not set the table for the family dinner before you realize the dishwasher was never turned on. (At that point, it might be ‘stupid’ to even mention the slight discrepancy between people’s varying definitions of clean and dirty.)
  43. “Do not ever argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience” (Mark Twain).
  44. Do not ask a stupid question without expecting a truckload of sarcastic remarks from my family.
  45. Do not pause the washing machine so you can throw in your red shirts with your wife’s laundry.
  46. Do not continue driving to the next town while your car’s dashboard flashes ‘No Fuel.’
  47. Do not give a smart phone to a stupid person. (That is stupid!)
  48. Do not waste your time trying to teach a stupid person how to use their smart phone. (That is stupider than more stupid!)
  49. Do not try to convince a stupid person that what they are saying or doing is stupid. (That is the stupidest waste of time!)
  50. Do not honk your horn louder for stupid people. (They will not notice and, if they do, they will think you are celebrating with them!)

The old wise Albert Einstein spoke about his Theory of Relativity in real life terms. “There are two things that are infinite: The universe and human stupidity, and I am not sure about the universe…The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has limits.”

Maybe there is an APP for stupid people. Surely, there is a market for it.

I do predict that Artificial Intelligence will be defeated by Natural Stupidity.

I am going to go along with Shakespeare on this one. “A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

DO NOT FORGET THERE IS BEAUTY IN STUPIDITY…USE PICTURES TO CHOOSE THE RIGHT ACCENT COLOR.

Others will have to put up with my stupidity because YOU CANNOT FIX STUPID.

Stupid people do not gain wisdom as they age; they just become old stupid people.

I pray the Lord saves me from being morosoph– an educated person who lacks common sense, good judgment, refuses to listen to other ideas, but insists on commenting about everyone and everything.

To conclude with a hopeful thought, it is worth noting that jellyfish have existed for thousands of years without possessing brains.

So, remember that the one who laughs last is usually the one who thinks the slowest.

EYES UP! LOVE YOU!.even when the chains on my mood swing snap.

I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY

I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU TODAY.

That statement can be one of the most enduring phrases you can share with someone or hear from them.

That is so kind, so…thoughtful; unless the follow-up words describe how much they despise you or how angry they become when they think about you.

I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.

Thoughts. We all have them. Some fewer than others.

The same is true of Feelings. We all have them in different shades of emotions.

I have been thinking a lot lately. More than usual.

Most likely, I have had thoughts about you. Good thoughts!

Thoughts of gratitude. Thoughts of laughter. Thoughts of tears. Thoughts of concern. Thoughts of good memories. Thoughts of future time together.

Thoughts of missing you. Thoughts of being with you.

I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.

Contemplative thoughts about the distant past. Anticipatory thoughts of the impending future with its desired experiences but unknown reality.

Wasted thoughts about the “What-ifs” which do not exist in the past or future…and never will.

Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts. At other moments, I cannot find a single thought in this dummies’ dungeon of darkness.

Lately, I have been cramming as many thoughts into my day as possible. Melancholy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Tender thoughts. Tough thoughts.

Thoughts blur reality and fantasy—where dreams long to be real, and reality sometimes feels unreal.

I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.

Why do some thoughts remain stored securely in my memory bank, while others fade away, never to return?

And speaking of outer space, some of my thoughts venture into new frontiers to boldly go where my thoughts have never gone before. See? A strange Star Trek thought just popped up.

Thoughts do travel farther than we realize. Where do our last and lost thoughts go?

That is a rhetorical question. I know where God sends my thoughts. They are schematically connected to my wife.

I can hear her now. “I know exactly what you are thinking.”

I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.

My thoughts move in slow and rapid cycles concerning Life, Death, and Eternity. Thoughts about so little time. So much time. Forever time.

My thoughts wonder how years of time can go by so fast while I stare at the seconds on a clock timer moving so slowly.

I sort through cluttered memories to recall my earliest childhood thought. This process presents some confusion, as I sometimes find it difficult to remember even my most recent thoughts.

As I was saying…What was I saying?

That raises another questionable thought. When I remember something, did I just find my lost thought where I misplaced it?

I know a thought initiates an action, but I am convinced that I hear some people’s words that did not think first.

While my thoughts digress, I wonder why a new thought is also one’s last thought? Hmmm…Think about that.

Back to my thoughts about my thoughts.

Why do my thoughts remember a version of me who no longer exists? I knew better than to still try that.

OK. Back to my thoughts about my thoughts, just a little more disappointed…and injured. I really thought I could still do that.

Thoughts influence emotions and actions.

I am thankful for new thoughts. I tend to dwell on angry or embittered thoughts for too long. Why focus on those things when there are so many beautiful, joyful, and wonderful things to think about?

My thoughts often need fresh perspectives. Negative thoughts tend to linger and take root like weeds in a flower bed. Bad thoughts will not go away on their own. Neither do they dissipate because you do not like them.

Negative thoughts must be replaced. That is right. A new thought chases away the last thought. Think about the things that are good. The worrisome thoughts will flee into some cyberspace storage unit.

Try it and remember to turn off the recycle button.

My best thoughts are overwhelmed with the magnitude of God’s unending thoughts concerning me.

God’s thoughts of me exceed the immeasurable number of grains of sand in this world. God’s thoughts of me surpass the countless multitude of stars in this universe. (Psalm 139:17-18)

God’s thoughts of me mean I always have a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29:11)

I am a God-Admirer. I need to use more of my thoughts to express that to you and to God.

I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.

Those are God’s words of love to me…every morning…every day…every night.

God’s Word can shape my thoughts.

You become like you think in your heart (Proverbs 23:7)

Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good report, if there is any excellence and if anything is worthy of praise, think on these things (Philippians 4:8).

That is great advice for God-centered thoughts.

God’s Word will give you a new mind with better thoughts. Then you will know what God wants you to do. And the things you do will be good and pleasing and perfect (Romans 12:2).

I am following through with more of my thoughts…at least the good ones…Ha!

When I think of you, I stop and pray for you. I pray a prayer of gratitude for your part in my life. I pray for God’s mercy and help in your life circumstances.

I text more to say, “EYES UP! LOVE YOU!”

Every time I send out a Winsday Wisdom, it comes with my thoughts of love and prayer. Each e-mail arrives with an unspoken “I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.”

I am getting older every second of every day. My thoughts are becoming more sentimental, more loving, more grateful, more hopeful.

I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.

GOD THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY!

EYES UP! We both love you very much.

Before I finish, I also thought about this.

Do you realize every language started as a thought of some gibberish until one person convinced other people that what he/she said was a real word?

From bum to beatnik, jazz to rock ‘n’ roll, groovy to disco, fruit punch to flower power. Each began with a thought.

That thought is far out or at least a long moonshot. So is baby doll or cougar. Oops. I just had a senior moment.

Wow! Senior moment. Who was the first to come up with that phrase? I bet they do not remember!

Do you see what I mean?

Be careful. One thought might end up going viral and then the next one, you bite the dust.

As for me and my thoughts, I have much for which to be thankful.

I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY.

CHARACTER and COURAGE

I hope you are enjoying the holiday weekend whether you are chillin’ at the beach, fishing on the lake, watching fireworks, grilling, or cuddling up on the couch watching a movie or reading a book.

My Winsday Week recommendation is to watch Chariots of Fire, renowned for its awesome music theme, or explore the larger story in the book, Something Beyond the Gold.

My brief synopsis contains Preview Spoiler Alerts and Subliminal Suggestions.

CHARACTER, COMMITMENT, AND COURAGE MATTER IN LIFE…everyday…with everyone… involving everything.

Imagine doing something impossible…something which has never been done before. Eric Liddell faced that challenge. The Academy Award winning movie, Chariots of Fire, told the real-life story of Eric and his track competitor, Harold Abrahams. The film follows them through their university years as they prepared to compete for the 100-meter gold medal in the 1924 Paris Olympics.

The most dramatic scenes highlight one of the reasons Liddell became so famous as he refused to compete in his best event, the 100-meter heat because it took place on a Sunday. He was a very committed follower of Jesus Christ. His decision shocked the world. Years later, Liddell would be tested far beyond mere physical ability as a missionary to China. He had postponed his missionary service for this opportunity to glorify God. As he told his sister, “I plan to serve God in helping others, but God also made me fast. When I run, I can feel His pleasure.”

Liddell was harassed about his decision by the British Olympic Committee.

Despite this, he didn’t back down on the issue. When offered an alternative plan, he agreed to run the 400-meter race. He was fast but nowhere near the fastest times of the other athletes.

Liddell also was noted for his very peculiar running style as a sprinter. When he kicked it in gear, he would throw his head back and flail both arms like he was fighting the wind.

Liddell ran the Olympic race clutching a small piece of paper with a note given to him by the American 100-meter finalist: “In the old Book, God says, “He who honors Me, I will honor.”

The writer of Something Beyond the Gold described what happened next. The shot of the starter’s pistol echoed around the stadium as the 400-meters race began. Eric Liddell lunged forward. The spikes on his black leather shoes gripped the rolled cinder track surface. Puffs of gray cinders burst from under his shoes with each stride.

Liddell was running in the outside lane which was a disadvantage since he could not see how well the others were doing. Running next to him was the American, Horatio Fitch, the favorite to win the gold medal. Fitch had set a new world record that year. The Swiss runner, Joseph Imbach, was in the next lane. He had also broken the previous world record. The cheers of the crowd roared throughout the stadium in anticipation of this battle.

As the runners streaked down the back straightaway, it was Liddell still out in front, sprinting through the first 200 meters in 22.2 seconds. Another British runner was close, and the favorite Fitch appeared to be gaining ground. The crowd suddenly went silent as Liddell continued to lead.

Most thought the 100-meter star could not keep up this full out sprint in what many consider the toughest race of all. The crowd waited for Liddell to falter from using all his energy and stamina in the first half of the race. As the runners entered the final turn, Fitch made his move, and the crowd erupted with loud shouts.

It seemed impossible for Liddell to hold off this challenge. When everyone expected Liddell to fade, he threw back his head and began to flail his arms like a drowning man. Like a rocket shot from a cannon, Liddell had a burst of speed and began pulling away from Fitch’s challenge.

Instead of slowing down, he ran the second half of the race faster than the first. The crowd sensed an upset and roared for Liddell’s finish as British flags waved throughout the stadium. Liddell lunged for the finish line five meters in front of the favorite Fitch.

He had done the impossible. Liddell fell into the arms of his coach and then to the ground as he struggled to catch his breath. Thunderous applause erupted throughout the stadium. The noise was deafening. It was later reported that the celebration could be heard all over Paris.

As the sound levels lessened, an announcement came over the speakers declaring Eric Liddell the gold medal champion with a new world record.

The crowd went wild again as his British teammates hoisted him on their shoulders and paraded around the track. Liddell defied the odds and won the event with a world record performance (47.6 seconds). His incredible victory further strengthened his belief in God’s promise, “He who honors Me, I will honor.”

He was just an athlete who remembered the most important thing in life: Love God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength and then love your brothers as yourself.

Liddell ran the race as a full out sprint. How did he do it? Listen to his description. “I run the first 200 meters as hard as I can. Then, with God’s help, I run the last half even harder.”

Winning the Olympic gold medal was truly an impressive achievement, but it was child’s play compared to what Liddell did next. Originally born in China to missionary parents, he was educated in Scotland. Although he ran under the British flag, China regarded him as one of her first Olympic champions. The following year after his Olympic victory, Liddell spoke all over England and Scotland to raise funds for the Lord’s work among the poor and needy. Then he returned to China as a missionary.

For several years, Liddell served as both a science and sports teacher at a college in the same Chinese city in which he was born. He also engaged in preaching and humanitarian work. He helped the poor and sick.

During this time, the Japanese were attacking China as part of World War II. Liddell ran the risk of being shot every time he walked out the door. The situation was so dangerous that the British government advised him and other British citizens to leave the country. Liddell’s family left, but he voluntarily stayed to help the needy.

Eventually, the Japanese invaded China and took control of the city. Liddell and other foreigners were sent to a prison camp. Liddell spent his time teaching children and sharing what he had. However, his health rapidly deteriorated. He suffered from a brain tumor.

The English Prime Minister, Winston Churchill, managed to secure Liddell’s freedom in a prisoner exchange, but Liddell declined and instead offered his place to a pregnant woman who was also in the camp, saving her and the unborn child. Liddell died in a World War II prison.

A survivor of the prison camp described Eric Liddell this way. Often in an evening I would see him bent over a chessboard or a model boat, or directing some sort of square dance – absorbed, weary and interested, pouring all of himself into this effort to capture the imagination of these penned-up youths. He was overflowing with good humor and love for life, and with enthusiasm and charm. It is rare indeed that a person has the good fortune to meet a saint, but he came as close to it as anyone I have ever known.

God has given you some ability and opportunity. The main goal is to use your platform of influence to glorify God and help others.

Eric Liddell often said, “A fellow’s life counts for far more at helping others than his athletic endeavors.” His character, perseverance, endurance, and kindness set an example for every one of us willing to take on the impossible.

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go. (Joshua 1:9)

CHARACTER, COMMITMENT, AND COURAGE MATTER IN LIFE…everyday…with everyone… involving everything.

EYES UP! LOVE YOU!

For Your Eyes Only

It was memorable! It was stupid! It was memorably stupid! It was extraordinarily memorably stupid!

It was one of the most inspirational illustrations ever performed before a live audience. It was a rare, unusual, remarkable event. As I said…truly extraordinary.

If you were there, you had never seen anything like it. I was there doing the illustration. I could not see anything.

Why? I blinded myself in an extraordinary display of stupidity.

KIDS! DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!                                                                                

DO NOT TRY THIS ANYWHERE OR AT ANYTIME!

The scene was a college football team retreat. I was the inspirational speaker. That in itself might seem somewhat comical. The intent was to spiritually challenge the players as they prepared for the new season ahead.

I wanted the lesson to greatly impact their lives, so I chose the story of the woman who poured her expensive perfume on Jesus. The eyewitnesses called her action “a waste.”

The main point of the story is that Jesus praised her actions, calling them “Extraordinary.” Personally, I was rocked by Jesus’ description of extraordinary: “She did what she could.”

SHE DID WHAT SHE COULD.

Consider that for a moment…and for a lifetime. Jesus defined “extraordinary” as doing what you can do. It was not some monumental feat. It was not some unbelievable action.

A WOMAN JUST DID WHAT SHE COULD DO WHEN SHE HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO DO IT.

IN THIS CASE, SHE LOVED FIRST AND LOVED MOST.

EXTRAORDINARY!

The woman’s gift of love was an expensive jar of perfume that she broke and poured over Jesus’ head. The fragrant aroma quickly filled the room and got everyone’s attention and Jesus’ commendation.

I had an idea for a visual illustration of the story. I asked some stylish players for their favorite cologne. I bought a bottle, which was quite expensive. That was exactly what I needed: a bottle of costly, fragrant cologne.

At the start of my presentation, I gave the cologne bottle to a player in front and asked him to pour it into a small paper bowl. As he worked on my request, I told the team that some criticized the woman’s action as wasteful.

Then came the moment. I mentioned the well-known brand of cologne and its extravagant cost. I asked what they would think if I used it all at once?

Foolish? Funny? Wasteful? Or a life lesson?

My intention was to illustrate the vast difference between “Pretend” and “All-In.”

A player or team can pretend commitment to the goal through words or demonstrate the reality through visible actions. Talk about it or do it.

I leaned back and poured all the cologne on top of my head. The pleasant fragrance quickly filled the large room.

I wish you could have seen their shocked faces because I did not. I heard the gasps, but my stupidity blinded my eyes.

As I leaned my head forward, the cologne began streaming down my face. I underestimated the flow. There was little hair to soak up or hinder the downward rush.

Suddenly, the costly cologne flooded into both eyes. It hurt and felt as if my eyes were on fire.

My eyelids instinctively closed tightly, and I was unable to open my eyes at all. It felt as if they were glued shut.

(How would I ever know how “eyes glued shut” might feel? That experience began as an illustration to my wife of what a handyman can do. Pretend or All-in? It was a Super-Glue moment of stupidity.)

I could not see. I began a wild frantic search for the towel somewhere on the stage. I stumbled around with my arms outstretched, mostly grabbing air. I touched the stage curtains.

At first, the players thought this was part of the act. I looked like a mime pretending he was blind. But this was not intended as part of the show. This was Panic-ville at Blind Man’s Bluff!

My arms flailed. My feet stumbled. My eyes burned. Was it comedy or an emergency?

I grabbed the towel and dabbed my eyes. They would not open. The stinging intensified.

Then the thought hit me. I could go blind. I told the players I had done something really stupid and might have permanently injured my eyes.

I was Sightless in Seattle. The song, Blinded by the Light, rang in my ears as the cologne burned in my eyes.

I heard Bruce Springsteen singing, “I was blinded by the light, cut loose like a (dumb) deuce, another (idiot) runner in the night.”

Several players rushed to offer assistance. I asked them to let me finish the lesson first.

It was a great life-lesson.

With my eyes shut tight from the cologne flood, I spoke about something extraordinary. I called attention to the sweet aroma that filled the room. I pointed out how one meaningful action could create a scent of love that influences many people.

I challenged them to do something extraordinary with their football season and with their lives.

Pouring cologne over my head became a big problem. The burning and blinding feeling did not go away. Medical assistance could not ease the pain. We rinsed the eyes several times. We tried to flush them with a stronger stream of water.

I think I even asked someone who knew Jesus if he would just spit on them. All to no avail. I could not open my eyes.

I sat with a towel pushed against my eyes. I thought about the stupidity of my actions. I strained to open an eye. The eyelids would not budge. It was definitely a super-glue stuck feeling. The stinging intensity did not subside.

Would the blindness be permanent? That thought certainly crossed my mind.

Several players required medical treatment for trauma. Two still suffer from “olfactophobia,” an anxiety disorder caused by the fear of strong fragrances such as cologne.

At some point, my eyes began to see flickers of light. The recovery was slow and painful. Eventually, I would heal except from the embarrassing stupidity.

The optometrist said there was no lasting damage, but I might have occasional irritation. I pointed to my brother and said, “No, that has been a permanent condition that started when he deflated my new basketball with thumbtacks.”

The doctor laughed and said that at least my eyes smelled good.

The shirt I wore that night of cologne calamity was used many times afterward. Once, I wore it while mowing the lawn in the summer heat. It was washed at least seven times.

The polo shirt retained a sweet fragrance for over three years. When I talked about this Biblical story at another church, I brought the shirt to showcase its lasting scent.

I asked several people to smell the shirt and describe the odor. That is a risky request. I do not recommend asking that question when you go to church.

In this case, everyone mentioned that the shirt smelled good.

Extraordinary is just doing what you can do. Sadly, that is unusual on this earth. Why?

Most people do not do all they can do in this life to love first and love most. They withhold love from God and others. They prefer to be lovers of self in love with money and pleasures (#1 Textbook).

Love should never be half-hearted. Never mediocre. Never part-time. Never a second-thought.

What can you do?

Extraordinary is a small step between what you refuse to do and what you will do. Extraordinary is just doing what you can do.

The love of Christ is a sweet aroma. Extraordinary love has a lasting effect and can create an everlasting impact.

What can you do?

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

Will you Pretend or be All-in?

You can do something special today. Jesus will see it. God’s Word states that unselfish acts of love will be remembered in heaven forever.

In truth, heaven will be extraordinary. We will be fully equipped to love in the manner Jesus has loved us. First and Most. We will do what we can do to love other heavenly inhabitants engaged in the same purpose. Extraordinary!

What could you do if you were All-in?

This week is a wonderful opportunity to love God and love others first and most.

How? Just do what you can do. Give your selfishness away.

Live for a cause which is greater than yourself and lasts longer than your earthly life. That will be called extraordinary in heaven.

There are many needs in the world that we cannot meet. You and I cannot solve all the problems, feed everyone who is hungry, or end poverty, even in our own cities. We cannot fix every injustice.

THE LORD DOES NOT JUDGE US FOR WHAT WE CANNOT DO.

GOD ENCOURAGES US TO FOCUS ON WHAT WE CAN DO TO SHARE LIFE’S MOST IMPORTANT MESSAGE OF LOVE.

What can you do? You can take your love to a higher level. Show kindness, compassion, and encouragement. Write someone. Text. Call. Pray. Support. Give. Love. Do what you can do.

Just be you and do what you can do to love God and love others. Love never goes unnoticed by God.

DO WHAT YOU CAN DO. THAT WILL BE EXTRAORDINARY!

FYI: I HAVE THE BEST SMELLING EYES IN THE WORLD.

REMEMBER THE ALAMO…BUT NOT YOUR GRIEVANCES

REMEMBER THE ALAMO…But do not dwell on your past battles in life.

Remember the Alamo!

I loved the historical account of the Alamo and the John Wayne movie version.

My heart was captured by the tale of 186 Texas fighters holding out against the larger Mexican army led by Santa Anna for thirteen days during the Alamo siege in present-day San Antonio.

My favorite movie moment is when Colonel Travis, faced with a fight to the death, drew a line in the dirt with his sword and declared, “If you have the courage to stay and fight with me, step across the line.”

Facing defeat and death, they chose to stand for what was worth their lives. They left behind a legacy of bravery and sacrifice for freedom.

I watched the historically inaccurate and poorly acted movie as a child, teen, young adult, and older person.

My mother often remarked that I kept hoping for a different outcome.

How many of us remember our past battles in life? That War of Words.

We all have past hurts and grievances from being treated unfairly by others.

We often recall past events, hoping we could change what happened. We ponder the “what ifs” and the “I wish I had said or done that.”

But we cannot change what happened, no matter how often we remember and rethink the scene.

We focus on how to express our hurt or anger towards someone because of their words or actions. We craft the perfect comment, text, or email to reignite the battle or renew the word war.

We behave like Santa Anna at the Alamo. Peace negotiations are not an option. They can admit they are wrong and know they are dead to me, or they can just die and go to hell.

“We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel sick.” (Atticus in To Kill a Mockingbird).

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We drink the poison. We drown in a cesspool of self-reflective memories. Our thoughts cry out to “Remember the War of Words,” but it does not lead our minds to freedom.

As Nelson Mandela stated as he was released from twenty-seven years of imprisonment in South Africa, “As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.”

Mandela chose peace and reconciliation as a better way forward. His life demonstrated the importance of letting go of past grievances for a better future.

You and I cannot change the past. We can wallow in its disappointments. We can be imprisoned by its hurts. Or we can let go of the past regrets, worries, and grievances for a better future.

How? Eyes up! Your help comes from the Lord (Psalm 121:1).

Do not dwell on the past…God is doing a new thing in your life. The Lord is making a way through the wilderness and streams in the wasteland (Isaiah 43:18-19).

Here is one thing I can do because of God’s grace at work in me. I will focus on this one thing. I will forget what is behind and put my thoughts and efforts into what is ahead. I will press on toward the goal to finish my race and receive the heavenly prize (Philippians 3:13-14).

Holding on to anger, resentment, and unforgiveness keeps us chained to our past. The result is unhappiness and emotional turmoil.

Forgiveness lets go of the past. It does not alter what happened, but it transforms you. It begins to heal you emotionally and free you to live and love, unchained.

Make allowance for the faults of others and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you (Colossians 3:13).

Put away all your bad feelings about other people. Leave behind your anger and hurts and arguments and harsh words and dislikes which should have no place in your life. Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God has forgiven you because you belong to Christ (Ephesians 4:31-32).

We will need God’s help to do that. EYES UP! The Lord is here to help right now.

We all face difficulties that threaten to overwhelm us. We all face the temptation to dwell on past battles in life as the reason for our present unhappiness.

All struggles in life are temporary, like suffering. They have expiration dates. Do not keep them around longer. They will only cause you to feel worse.

“We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel sick.”

God loves you unconditionally. There is nothing in your past that will ever cause Him to love you less. Joy and goodness await you…fresh every morning.

Ask the Lord to help change your focus today. Renew your mind with God’s Word.

Remember the Alamo but get rid of the past poisons in your life.

DO NOT DWELL ON THE PAST. LOOK TO THE FUTURE AND LIVE IN THE PRESENT.

GET YOUR EYES UP SO YOU CAN SEE HOPE ON THE HORIZON AND HAPPINESS SURROUNDING YOU NOW.

WISDOM IN THE WASTELAND (Tribute to a Friend)

Note: Please disregard this if you are hoping for some wisdom or theological thoughts. However, our #1 Textbook tells us there is a Time to Laugh. Just hoping to crack a smile.

This is my tribute to O Bud of Mine. I hope this finds you well and fine.

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I met Jeff when he had long hair, wore short shorts, drove a Datemobile, and acted like Jerry Lewis on a golf course. Hey laaady!

His strangest visit to the Sandite movie theatre was to view the double feature Planet of the Blood and Spencer’s Mountain. I am not sure he was ever the same.

I saw him battle pirates in the office of our pastor who often envisioned himself as the swashbuckling Long John Silver.

My friend, Jeff, has spilled more glasses of tea on our dining table than all my kids combined.

When he was new Christian, the pastor announced that a seriously ill church member had gone home. Then the pastor asked Jeff to say the offertory prayer. Home meant heaven, right??

Yes, it was surprising and slightly embarrassing to pray for the grieving family and then find the person prayed for sitting in the pew, laughing.

In his role of Minister of Announcements, he once offered a comedic safety announcement following a week of record rainfall. He urged the church attendees to “use the blue pew cushions as floating devices in case the heavy rains continued to flood our streets.

I thought it was hilarious, but I was the only one who laughed, while puzzled congregants tried to detach the cushions.

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During our joint counseling sessions, he continued to whisper caution in my ears with the same admonition Dallas Cowboy Coach Tom Landry used when his quarterback, Danny White, audibled to the wrong play: “No, Danny! No!” He knows counseling is not my forte.

When you ask me for counsel, I can only assume you are out of all other rational options.

Each memory has its own story, better told by him; but I could if I must.

I witnessed Jeff supervise a funeral fiasco that ended in a family fight which necessitated police and firemen intervention.

The Tombstone Showdown was real. I was a bystander, there for support and protection. The fight breakout was shocking, but it was no surprise to Jeff to see me backing up farther and farther from the skirmish.

I hope I was praying. I know my mouth was as wide open in astonishment as my eyes. I had never witnessed something like this before. At least, not in a cemetery.

We were aware of some family unrest. Much to the chagrin and disapproval of their children, the elderly couple had welcomed a stranger into their home. This man, a druggie, began to take on the self-proclaimed role of “stepson.”

There had been several shouting matches between the son and so-called stepson. Threats were made regarding his presence at the memorial services. The tension was prevalent. The danger of disruption was anticipated. A police officer was hired to provide security for the event.

The two daughters flew in from California. The unwelcomed stepson appeared as well. The son refused to come to the cemetery, but his two sons were more than capable stand-ins for the revenge tour.

As Jeff finished his closing prayer at the graveside, he declared that this concluded the memorial service. He went to shake the hand of the grieving widow. As the stepson expressed his condolences, chaos broke out.

The grandsons completely ignored Jeff’s closing declaration of “Peace be with you.”

As my uncle would often whisper in his fake dismay, “I was aghast.” Aghast–to be filled with horror or shock.

The two young adult grandsons literally leaped over their grandmother and into the hated fall guy. Grandmother was knocked to the ground. Her head missed a tombstone by inches, or things would have been much worse.

The two grandsons began to pummel the unwanted family intruder. The security officer pulled away the bleeding and bruised victim. As the police officer held the screaming man in a headlock, the two grandsons continued to pound away at his face and body.

The officer had called for backup. I was doing my part. I backed up. Four gravediggers were standing nearby. They rushed into the skirmish and literally wrestled the two grandsons to the ground and held them there until help arrived.

As Jeff struggled to help the knocked-down grandmother, he nearly fell back into the open grave. Jeff’s wife had blood all over her. Jenny had offered aid to the bloodied stepson. She had to go for shots once she learned that the bleeding drug addict had hepatitis.

Sirens filled the quiet solitude of the cemetery. Four police cars, an ambulance, and a firetruck raced to the scene. I have never witnessed a funeral like this one. I have the highest respect for my associate and longtime friend as you can tell by my next comment. If you are expecting a fight showdown in Tombstone, call Doc Segner.

I have known Jeff since his early college days. I observed Jeff rebuff the many amorous advances from women desiring to permanently ride shotgun in the Datemobile. Some wore high white go-go boots. Jeff ended up at Casa Bonita on the other side of town, hoping to be unseen.

One girl had her boyfriend deliver a note to Jeff which should have been preserved in the Smithsonian.

The churches were filled with many hopeful matchmakers, but Jeff always “nipped it in the bud.”

However, I was there with him on a golf course in Arkansas when he was confronted with the possibility of losing the love of his life. Never has such fear and such hope entered the mind of a man at the same time. Thank God for Jenny.

I finished the golf round while Jeff sped home to Louisiana. His life was changed for the better.

Brief interruption by the special girl who changed my life for the better. I wish I could say the same for her.

My wife just yelled from the bedroom, “Do you ever get a shooting pain across your body as if someone was stabbing a voodoo doll that looked like you?”

I replied, “No.”

She responded, “How about now?”

As my Pastor Tim once said in a sermon, “that is not Truism or Biblicism. That is Awfulism.”

Back to the Wisdom Wasteland Tribute.

Jeff’s greatest talent is observing people. He sees the humor, irony, and “conundrums” in life. Conundrum-a confusing and difficult problem which might be impossible to solve. Jeff taught me what “conundrum” means and often showed it in his actions.

That ministerial talent has successfully made me laugh during funerals, song services, and keynote addresses. He has cracked me up while he was preaching, making church announcements, and welcoming guests. He has caused my mind to shift to laughter in elders’ meetings and while listening to him read Scriptures.

I witnessed him trying to take credit for the Glorietta Mountain Jehovah-Jireh canteen. That day, God provided water on the mountain for my thirsty young disciple, Curtis Davis, and me. It came with an important lesson about faith.

Jeff said he tossed the canteen under a bush, just like he tried to throw cold water on our miracle. What’s next? Did he light the fire in the burning bush that changed Moses’ life? Did he unlock the Philippian prison door so Paul could go free?

I know he once described a vison of himself as a cliff diver near the site of the “swine dive” in the days of Legion’s lesson on faith. That drop the mic moment left all of us in stitches. It just cannot be told without banishment from our cancel culture.

Jeff often criticized my failure to preach thematic sermons for seasonal occasions. He was particularly against my reliance on expository preaching book by book, especially when we were in Lamentations during Christmas.

He took sermon notes of only my mispronounced words.

He singlehandedly ended my practice of summer camp “God Bless You” services because it might include holding hands, not to mention actually becoming a blessing to someone. That subject always appeared to be far and removed from his mission in life.

There is some background to his reluctance. One night, a young man took the opportunity to replace the usual “I want to say God bless (someone’s name)” with the surprising question, “Why do I hate Jeff?” (Ouch! I did not see that one coming.)

Jeff compared my sarcastic humor directed to him to the electric eel which hides among the rocks in the water, waiting for the right moment to rise and zap its prey with a strong Taser-like shock. Whatever one calls it, I enjoyed it immensely.

A rose can be called many names and yet it remains a rose. The same is true of a horse’s behind. I had many names for this Wasteland Wonder from Sand Springs.

  • Doc (not sure of the origin but I think he was once a sports trainer)
  • Whiff Wang (he could completely whiff on a golf shot and then whack the golf ball a country mile all in one incredible non-stop circular motion)
  • De-Bud (self-explanatory)
  • Corrie Ten Segner (He was complaining about starvation two hours into a twenty-four-hour staff retreat fast.)
  • Weather Wizard and Clairvoyant of the Clouds (Jeff was always apprised of the weather causes and conditions, more accurate than the TV meteorologists)
  • Luke Skidwalker (When the less known pilot of Star Wars struggled with how to use the chopsticks in a Chinese restaurant, Obi-Wan said, “Use the forks, Luke.”)
  • Counselor of the Brethren and Carnac the Magnificent (He is the best counselor I know who knows the most comedic lines by Johnny Carson’s Carnac routine.)
  • Heaven’s Pooper Scooper. (He once cracked up all his associates at a John Piper Bible Conference when he observed an attendant sweeping up trash in one of the aisles. “That will be me my job when all of you are listening to Jesus in heaven.”)
  • Walking Conundrum, Sage of Nonsense, and Sultan of Sarcasm. (self-explanatory)

Time does not allow me to list all his honorary titles. Well, onward with this Tribute before the orchestra starts playing me off the stage.

Jeffrey Lane’s songwriting has no peer in its prowess: (Please imagine yourself sitting next to someone singing these song versions…in church…pre-ministerial days.)

  • Tell the Gnus and the Elephants, Too.
  • Blessed Insurance Jesus is Mine
  • When the Road is Full of Yonder
  • I’ve got the Pizza Pie of Understanding Down in My Heart
  • Bringing in the Sheets
  • Give me Cheese-Sauce, Give me Cheese Sauce
  • Andy Walks with Me
  • And the infamous Through many dangerous Toys and Snails that Saved the Ranch for Me.

Jeffrey composed some of the all-time greatest Christmas hits:

  • Noel, Noel spelled backwards is Leon, Leon
  • While Shepherds Wash their Socks by Night
  • And his classic musical improvisation in protest to my Christmas Lamentations’ sermons:
  • Deck the Halls with Fire and Brimstone. Fah-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. We are all going to hell in a handbasket. Fah-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. (Please sing it Myles)

JEFF REMAINS THE MOUNT EVEREST ON MY HORIZON.

His infamous comedic moments were highlighted by his perfect delivery of the best lines from Johnny Carson as Carnac the Magnificent.

“Heaven has no brighter star than the stellar mind and omnipotent master from the East who was formerly the manicurist for Howard Hughes. May his Perrier water be secretly bottled in Tijuana.

And now for the one guest who remained until the end of this celebration, I present the envelopes that any child of four can plainly see have been hermetically sealed and kept in a #2 mayonnaise jar since noon today under Funk and Wagnell’s porch.

No one..and I mean NO ONE…knows the contents of these envelopes but the Guest of Honor, our Swami of the Springs, who will ascertain the answers to these questions having never seen them before.”

Envelope 1: A, B, C, D, E, F.
Answer 1: What were some of the earlier forms of Preparation H?

Envelope 2: Peter Pan.
Answer 2: What do you use to fry a peter?

Envelope 3: Kumquat.
Answer 3: How do you call your quat home?

Envelope 4:  Shoo-be-doo-be-doo.
Answer 4: What do you look for when you are tracking a shoo-be-doo-be?

Envelope 5: A full moon.
Answer 5: What does the choir see if the pastor’s pants fall down?

Envelope 6: Zippity doo-dah
Answer 6: What do you say to someone who left his doo-dah open?

Envelope 7: Sissss, Booom, Baaaah.
Answer 7: What do you hear when a sheep blows up?

Envelope 8: Hi Diddly-dee.
Answer 8: How do you say, “Good morning” to a diddly-dee?

Envelope 9: Rosy-red cheeks.
Answer 9: What do you get when you sit down on a rosy-red fire?

“And now the last envelope.” (Applause)

Envelope10: Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.
Answer 10: What is the best thing to do if you swallow a hand grenade?

I had a lot on my mind this week, so it was time to clean out some of the files. I realize only former fellow staff members could fully enjoy this tribute. They could add so much more.

God knew I needed Jeff’s Jerry Lewis in my life. When pastoral life was in its darkest nights, he could make me laugh, even when he declared, “I just said what you were thinking, but too godly to say it.”

The young man whose testimony was once declared “not to be worth a nickel” became a wonderful counselor and tremendous Bible Teacher.

Every pastor and every struggling soul would benefit from such a friend. I did.

Jeff was one member of a ministry team that included Steve Sharp, Derek Cox, and Big John Flanagan. Along the way, we were joined by Tim Gibson, Andrew Moss, Rafe Semmes, and Myles Roberts.

I am forever grateful for these men and their wives, for their faith, for their love, for how they blessed Vicki and me.

There were special times and many wonderful memories. They were the best years of my ministry.

We charged the gates of hell, stood in the face of lions, and walked through the fires of adversity. By God’s grace, we experienced revival, spiritual awakening, transformation, joy, and lots of laughter.

I do not desire to go back to those times. My prayer is that each one of us will finish strong in the role and places we serve now. May we Preach the Word. Live it. Love God and others. Love first and Love most. One day we will gather in heaven with a host of people who blessed our lives along the way.

Any reflection on those times by this old preacher would be incomplete without these trips though the Wisdom Wasteland. Through it all, Jeff’s friendship and laughter were priceless in value.

On earth, his golf shots still end up in the woods. In heaven, he will be the richest Pooper Scooper of us all.

Sail on Cyrus! Happy Trails Trigger! May the good weather always be at your back! (Or should that be the other way around? Ask the Clairvoyant of the Clouds.)

EYES UP! LOVE ALL OF YOU WHO LASTED TO THE END OF THIS WISDOM WASTELAND.

Bonus Envelope: Sage, Soothsayer, and Big John.
Bonus Answer: Name two mediums and an extra-large.

A SOAP OPERA LIFE

Do you ever feel as if your life has become a soap opera drama?

I lived in the midst of soap opera drama this past week. Can you relate?

The TV soap operas tell melodramatic stories about the daily lives of interconnected characters tangled in unresolved emotionally complicated relationships. Each episode ends with a cliffhanger meant to keep the audience engaged with their favorite or disliked characters in risky situations.

Everyone in our family knew that you did not interrupt my grandmother As the World Turns.

Soap operas are not about soap or operas. The term supposedly came from radio dramas funded by soap companies’ ads.

Soap and operas have endings, but soap operas just tend to go endlessly on and on.

Years ago, I wrote a script titled, The Soap Opera to End All Soap Operas. This is the plot.

As the World TurnsAll My Children… including The Young and the Restless, The Bold and the Beautiful, and the Blue Bloods of our Modern Family gather in our Full House where we discover This is Us has One Life to Live.

The Real Housewives, the fake Kardashians, and Grandmother Madea’s Family Reunion along with cousins, Betty…Roseanne...Seinfeld…and Eddie, who is Not Smarter than a Fifth Grader, are All in the Family.

This is Us spends the Days of our Lives in a Family Feud at The Office of Parks and Recreation, on a Search for Tomorrow. They are listening for The Voice of that Masked Singer, while looking for the next American Idol.

Along the way to Nashville, Big Brother from Beverly Hills 90210 quits his job as Top Chef to play the Game of Thrones. He gets an Extreme Makeover as The Bachelor in The Real World…for 24 hours.

While Dancing with the Stars and their Friends at Melrose Place in Dallas, he stumbles along The Edge of Night without a Guiding Light. He falls with a Big Bang and gets Knots Landing on The Crown of his head. The accident broke The Weakest Link of his Grey’s Anatomy, which left him looking like Two-and-a-Half Men.

Hindsight would have been 20/20 According to Jim, but we had only 60 Minutes for CSI: Miami to rush to the scene with NCIS to meet Chicago Fire, P.D., and Med

Boston Legal took the case before Judge Judy at Night Court seeking Law and Order in Twenty-five Words or Less. The ruling was Deal or No Deal. One Jeopardy question remained: What Would You Do?  Call 9-1-1.

That sets off an Amazing Race to the ER at General Hospital where The Resident and The Good Doctor are no longer at New Amsterdam or in Private Practice. They have been fired by The Apprentice.

The Intern and Nurses diagnosed This is Us has been infected with a strange, rare disease called March Madness…a terminal Date Line…a Cold Case.

The Netflix binge series finale reveals the Wheel of Fortune prognosis of no Survivor.

Everyone is sent to The Twilight Zone, St. Elsewhere, or…Another World.

There will be no Trading Places…The End. 

Do you ever feel as if your life has become a soap opera drama?

Have you ever felt so lost in life that you think no one could love you again? You feel exhausted mentally and emotionally.

Sometimes we see others’ troubled lives and believe they cannot be helped or loved. Do you know someone who has crossed that thin line between hope and hopelessness?

Many people live dramatic lives like Erica Kane, but without her fancy clothes and makeup. No one can find satisfaction in their soap opera world apart from God. God made life that way.

The #1 Textbook describes life as crooked, broken, and missing something. We cannot fix it or figure it out.

Every soap opera life needs God for true happiness.

GOD’S LOVE HAS POWER TO TRANSFORM PEOPLE.

History records the stories of people whose lives were filled with melodrama of biblical proportions. Characters like Legion, the Samaritan woman at the well, the woman caught in adultery, and the Old Testament Joseph were soap opera stars changed by God’s love.

Legion’s life was stranger than fiction. In the soap opera world, he was a mega star. He was well acquainted with the drama and conflict of a messed-up life.

The stories about Legion were a bigtime ratings-grabber. He was a mean, mad man, like a scary monster in the movies, only the tales were real.

Legion lost everything that mattered in life. He destroyed his family, shipwrecked his career, and blew up his friendships. His slippery slope story became a nightmare. He was a physical monster, an emotional wreck, and a social outcast.

The plot development was saturated with drama inside and outside. Frightened people practiced social distancing from his personal pandemic. He was Sleepless in Graveyards and Hopeless in Seattle or any other place on the planet.

Everyone saw Legion as beyond all hope.

Jesus brought His disciples to love this scary man who was no longer loved or loving. That encounter transformed Legion’s heart, soul, and mind.

Many lonely people go through life like Legion, dwelling in the graveyards of greed, gripes, and grumbling. They are among the Walking Dead who fight with family members, wrestle with addictions, and star in social struggles.

They feel desperately alone, alienated, afraid, and ashamed. They hurt and they hate. Self-destructive bitterness and self-inflicted misery know them well.

Legion was the poster child of a soap opera world without God, without help, and without hope. He was driven by the unrest that was in his soul, running in never-ending circles of nothing but misery. Socially alienated, spiritually unfit, culturally unacceptable.

It was humanly impossible to love him. He was the most hated soap opera victim/villain of all time. 

Jesus searched him out and that was the teaching point for the first disciples and anyone else following Jesus.

THERE IS NO ONE BEYOND THE HELP AND HOPE OF GOD’S LOVE.

Legion is an example of a hopeless cause that was revived through someone’s act of love.

Transformed by love, Legion returned home with the most important thing in life: loving God and others.

In another example, a woman of ill-repute showed up at the Samaritan well in Search of more than just Tomorrow. Her soap opera role lasted many years, featuring five husbands and her present scandalous relationship.

This soap opera diva’s shameful past and social status were prime news for tabloid gossip. She was the Whore of Sychar.

Her daily trips to the well showed she wanted more than just water or stability. She longed for true love and lasting happiness.

Jesus showed her love which transcended physical and emotional bonds. The living water of His love gave her life value, joy, and purpose.

When the changed lady discovered love for God and others, she positively influenced her city.

The third character in the soap opera highlights was the victim of the self-righteous hypocrites on social media who shamed and terrorized an adulterous woman.

Instead of being the scarlet letter star of this drama, she was about to be stoned. Not with a little marijuana, but with huge rocks.

This soap opera diva was trapped, humiliated, mocked, bullied, and judged guilty. The shaming mob surrounded her with threats of condemnation and punishment.

Jesus stepped inside the circle of the self-righteous crowd and openly declared to the woman at the center of their hatred, “I do not condemn you.”

Jesus welcomed the woman into a loving and forgiving community. Love changed her life.

“Lovingkindness leads to character change” (#1 Textbook).

How do we love first and most in a soap opera world? Jesus showed us the way.

TRANSFORMING LOVE ALWAYS STARTS THE RELATIONSHIP WITH NO CONDEMNATION.

Any Biblical list of favorite soap opera stars would rank Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat near the top. His story had a long run in several countries.

Perhaps, we can continue next time with the rerun of this highly dysfunctional family Soap Opera drama.

These Biblical soap opera stories convey an important lesson…THE GREAT VALUE OF LOVING ONE HOPELESS PERSON.

Each story’s spin-off showed how changed characters influenced their families and communities. What a way to end a soap opera!

Are you living in a soap opera? Are you the star? The villain? Or just a family member caught up in all the drama?

As the World Turns, do you feel as if you are the most messed-up hopeless person? Or do you live near General Hospital around someone who acts hopeless?

In any situation and relationship, a clear choice to change future goals comes from three available options:

  1. You can give up and quit because things are hard or look hopeless.
  2. You can keep things the same and ride out the season of life, just going through the motions while dying on the inside.
  3. You can change the relationship for the better.

Give up. Stay the same. Change for the better. What will you do?

LIMITLESS LOVE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION.

End the soap opera. Be a difference maker. Stretch your side-by-side love wider, longer, higher, and deeper.

God lives inside of you to lead you to other hopeless persons He intends to love first and love most through you.

Live in your hopes, not your fears. No one is hopeless. Our failures do not define us. Our problems do not disqualify us. Our drama does not frighten away the restorative love of God.

WHEN YOU GIVE LOVE, YOU GIVE HOPE!

WE ARE ALL ROUGH DRAFTS OF THE FINISHED STORY.                       

THANKFULLY, GOD ALWAYS WRITES THE LAST CHAPTER.

EYES UP! LOVE YOU!

SPIRITUALLY DISORIENTED…UNTIL I SAW THAT SPARROW

I thought my prayers had been answered. Unexpectantly, the clouds of change left me spiritually disoriented. Joy and thanksgiving became confusion and disappointment. Just as we cheered our family ship sailing safely into the harbor from its treacherous journey, the boat capsized. We were suddenly swept back out into stormy seas on a life raft.

Heartbroken? That would be an understatement. I was Spiritually Disoriented.

Spiritual Disorientation occurs when one’s perception of the circumstances is disconnected from trustworthy Bible verses.

My faith was shaken. My dream project was taken from me, and I was pushed aside after all my sacrifices. My close colleagues doubted me, while newer ones ignored my contributions. I felt erased, as if I no longer existed. They just did not call it cancel culture.

I felt empty and confused. Their unfair words hurt me deeply. My family was suffering, and my future looked bleak. Relationships were falling apart. I was blamed for having a wrong attitude!

My thinking was called irrational. My motives were deemed to be materialistic. Even my integrity was questioned.

We all have blind spots we do not see, and I have them too. Well, I did not see this coming.

What do you do when you feel disappointed, depressed, or defeated? How do you trust God when everything seems wrong, plans fail, circumstances are tough, bad things happen, or well-intentioned dreams get crushed?

The God I trusted seemed distant. I believed God should know my situation and how to help me. This felt more like a disaster than happiness.

I cried more than at any time in my life. I complained more than at any time in my life. I criticized others more than at any time in my life. In retrospect, I was on the verge of crashing emotionally and spiritually.

Any thoughts of love were buried in the fog of self-pity. Any sense of right direction was lost. I was spiritually disoriented. Have you felt like that?

SPIRITUAL DISORIENTATION OCCURS WHEN PERCEPTION IS DIFFERENT FROM REALITY.

Spatial Disorientation refers to the difficulty in determining one’s location relative to a known reference point, similar to a term used in aviation.

Pilots can feel directionally confused while flying through clouds or bad weather that obscure the horizon or ground. Without clear reference points, their perception cannot be trusted.

The pilot’s sight and feelings do not align. The eyes and inner ears send mixed signals, causing blurry vision and balance issues.

The pilot loses perspective of attitude, altitude, and airspeed. He can no longer be certain of the plane’s flight path. He might think he in flying straight while actually turning or be plummeting in a deep dive while perceiving he is soaring to a higher altitude. The consequences can be fatal.

The best way to avoid the risks of spatial disorientation is to rely on the instrument panel. Flight instructors advise student pilots to trust their cockpit instruments over their instincts, especially in stressful situations where perception can differ from reality.

SPIRITUAL DISORIENTATION AFFECTS OUR SPIRITUAL SENSES. OUR PERCEPTION DOES NOT MATCH REALITY.

We lose our way in a relationship, make incorrect adjustments, and fail to realize we are in a graveyard spiral. Unaware of the danger to our soul, we hide our spiritual struggles from others who could help. Instead, we make life-changing corrections based on our blinded perception of right or wrong.

In hurtful situations, our feelings can lead to anger and blame. We may want to retaliate or withdraw, but those reactions can cause more harm, like a disaster waiting to happen.

I have faced spiritual confusion several times, but this time was the worst. The changing circumstances felt as if I were surrounded by a thick fog, clouding my spiritual perception. The darkness in my soul concealed spiritual truth.

Sometimes in life and death circumstances, we cannot see God anywhere.

Some dear friends received the worst possible news this week. My situation is not comparable to theirs. The only similarity is the emotional and spiritual disorientation.

The darkness of the soul obscures spiritual truth. They will find hope and guidance from Jesus in their tragedy, but that does not minimize their hurt.

In moments of spiritual struggle, we often wonder if God is in control or if God exists. When faced with tragedy, we can lose sight of what truly matters.

Bitter pills, broken hearts, and crushed dreams create feelings of hopelessness and despair. The loss of a loved one or a bad medical diagnosis can make the living reflect on life.

How should we live? How do we get ready for death? What truly matters?

WHAT WILL BE OUR INSTRUMENT PANEL OF TRUTH WHEN EVERYTHING ELSE FAILS?

Spiritual guidance needs a reliable source.

What caused me to refocus on my trustworthy spiritual instrument panel?

GOD DELIVERED MY MESSAGE REMINDER THROUGH A TINY SPARROW CHIRPING ON MY FENCE AS IF IT HAD NO WORRIES IN THE WORLD.

I looked out my window and remembered the #1 Textbook instrument panel.

“A sparrow never worries. God never forgets even one of them. There is no reason for you to fear; you are far more valuable to God. He will take care of you.”

Amid spiritual disorientation, I failed to do what I was trained to do, trust the reliability of life’s instrument panel found in the #1 Textbook. Reality was different than my perception.

God is always with me and always for me.

Thank you to all the sparrows who help us remember what is truly important.

Faith is not about knowing everything or having all the answers. Faith is trusting that God has perfect plans and controls all circumstances.

God does not always explain things. Instead, He is there to support us through our struggles and suffering. This gives us help and hope.

When faced with spiritual disorientation, the psalmist declared, I will lift my eyes to the hills. My help comes from the LORD (#1 Textbook).

God is still working all things for our good. All things. Even now. In every season of life. In the face of loss and changing circumstances. Even in the valley of the shadow of death.

I realized my heart was bitter, and I was all torn up inside…I was senseless…Even so, I am in your presence. You grasp my right hand and guide me with your counsel, leading me to a glorious destiny. You alone are for me on earth and in the heavens. Who else is there to trust? (#1 Textbook).

That’s true. Who else can we trust but the One who is always faithful?

The true horizon will always guide me to safety where love and trust are constant companions.

Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord (#1 Textbook).

Hope is not some wish or dream. It is not some brain-washed platitude or spiritual crutch. We have a spiritual guide for our souls. The skies will clear. The storm will fade. We will see hope ahead. God will bring us home safely.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take 

The clouds you so much dread                                                                                                   

Are big with mercy and soon shall break                                                                                     

with blessings on your head. (Wm. Cowper)

Thanks to God, I feel spiritually grounded. Throughout everything, God’s love for me has remained unchanged. God never loved me less. What a blessing!

Celine Dion sings, “It’s all coming back to me now.”

My concern is for you who might be experiencing spiritual disorientation. I sympathetically understand the confusion and fears.

Are you trusting Jesus to be your Spiritual Pilot? Are you focused on the #1 Textbook instrument panel?

I have attached the basic truths for review in times of spiritual disorientation.

  • GOD ALWAYS WATCHES OVER THE SPARROW AND GOD WILL ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF YOU.
  • HOPE IN GOD ALWAYS LANDS THE DISORIENTED HEART IN A SAFE PLACE. ALWAYS.
  • I WILL LIFT MY EYES TO THE HILLS. MY HELP COMES FROM THE LORD.
  • EYES UP! LOVE YOU!

When Life goes Downward (Lessons from a Coal Miner who Dreamed of becoming an Astronaut)

I wanted to be an astronaut. I ended up being a coal miner.

I dreamed of soaring into space with John Glenn or leaping around the moon’s surface with Neil Armstrong. “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”

Instead, I went deep into the earth. There were no stunning views of our blue planet, just high piles of dirt in a dark dungeon.

Outer space was far away. My coal mining day was spent deeper underground than the Empire State Building is tall.

I was fully qualified to be an astronaut. I had all the Right Stuff except for my poor vision, even poorer vertigo, the poorest grades in physics, and my inability to fly a plane.

Apparently, I had all the Right Stuff to be a coal miner. I had a body, and I was expendable.

I had coal mining in my family history before I ever felt my face covered in black soot. My mom was a Coal Miner’s Daughter, and I was the grandson of a coal mine foreman from Kentucky and later Tahona, Oklahoma.

I wanted to be an athlete and then an astronaut. I ended up as a coal miner.

One summer in college, I worked as a coal miner in a shaft mine. We took an elevator down, and then the tunnels extended horizontally underground.

This was the one dark place where literally I could not see my hand in front of my face without the assistance of the headlamp. My dreams had plummeted from the infinite heights of outer space to the hidden depths of total darkness.

The summer benefit was vanity. After cleaning my blackened face, I was left with dark eyebrows and eyelashes that could make Elvis Presley jealous. Girls who spent hours with mascara and fake eyelashes envied my look. It felt as if a Hollywood stylist had prepared me for a photo shoot.

The long-term benefit was qualifying for Black Lung support. Apparently, breathing coal dust is unhealthy for the lungs.

I remember this experience around three topics. Darkness. Danger. Dirt.

Coal Mine Lesson #1 DARKNESS:
I arrived for my engineering apprenticeship, which was mostly about studying, not working hard. The chief engineer said the timber crew needed an extra person, and they offered three dollars more an hour. I needed the money, so it was an easy choice.

An elevator brought us to the bottom of the shaft, which resembled a lit-up parking lot. There were large machines, bright floodlights, and a lot of noise. The horizontal tunnels were very dark.

The crew took a lunch break at noon. When a co-worker asked about my lunch, I said it was in my locker. He laughed and told me we do not go back above ground for lunch; we eat against the shaft wall.

Man does not live by bread alone, but by the word of God.

The only light in the horizontal tunnel we traveled through was the small light on our coal miner’s hardhat.

After lunch, my headlamp started to dim. The foreman told me to return to the main center for a new light and to follow the conveyor belt to the main shaft.

As I walked, my lamp gradually dimmed and then went out. It was completely dark, and I could not see my hand. There was nothing around me, just the sound of the conveyor belt.

Darkness can be frightening and cause confusion about direction.

What should I do? Should I ask for help? I was too proud and scared to shout. I thought there was time, so I continued walking close to the sound on my left.

When I reached the bright lights of the center complex, I noticed my foreman had come with me. This was a trust test and a lesson on keeping the headlamp fully charged.

I learned both.

Spiritual Lesson about Darkness. Life has both light and dark moments. We experience sunny days, but sometimes our despair feels so heavy that we do not feel there is any hope of better days.

God uses darkness to teach us to trust Him and the importance of keeping our own light bright for life’s journey.

God’s Word is a lamp to our feet and a light to our path. Never leave home without its guidance. Trust it and preach to yourself in the darkness. Read it often to remind yourself God is always with you and for you.

Every dark day serves a good purpose. Darkness makes faith, hope, and love shine brighter, helping those whose light is fading into fear and confusion.

Coal Mining Lesson #2 DANGER:

My time in coal mining was filled with danger, not extra money for summer fun. When my retired grandfather, who used to be a coal miner, learned I joined the timber crew, he felt fear instead of pride. He had seen too much. The year before he became foreman, an explosion killed his foreman and nineteen other miners.

Coal mining is dangerous. A roof collapse can cause heavy rocks to fall. Dust and methane gas can ignite and cause explosions. Coal dust harms the respiratory system.

The timber crew faced increased danger. As the big machines carved out new tunnel shafts in the rock, the timber crew followed closely to support the ceiling.

The roof was quickly supported by hydraulic jacks. The crew then replaced the jacks with large oak timbers. We measured and cut the timbers with a two-man saw. After lifting and adjusting them into place, our foreman slowly lowered the hydraulic jack until the ceiling’s weight rested fully on the timbers.

Some experiences helped me understand my grandfather’s fears.

I stood by my experienced foreman as he prepared to move the heavy rock ceiling from the hydraulic jack to the new wooden supports. In complete silence, he listened as he slowly released the jack, little by little.

He would stop, listen, and rely on a sense learned only through experience. This timber insertion was unique. He warned me, “Son, be ready to run when I say. Just let go of the jack and run for your life.”

The next breath was, “Run!”

I stood up as a large rock dropped two inches onto my helmet. I felt a small bump. If I had still been on my knees, I might never have played sports again or seen daylight.

As we ran to a safe spot, the rock ceiling fell. Large rocks crashed around us as dust swirled in the air.

Spiritual Lesson for Danger: Stay close to the Lord. Listen to His voice. Follow His warnings. Be aware of His cautions. Avoid dangers to your soul and spiritual health.

There is never a good time to stop and ignore the warnings in the #1 Textbook.

Blessed is the one who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,

nor stands in the way of sinners,

nor sits in the seat of scoffers;

but his delight is in the law of the Lord,

and on his law he meditates day and night.

Coal Mining Lesson #3 DIRT:

Coal dust poses a significant risk of fire explosions. As new mine shafts are developed, large quantities of coal are placed on the conveyor belt that leads to the main shaft for extraction.

One week, the safety engineer threatened to close the mine due to excessive dust under the conveyor belt. Two of us were assigned to shovel the dust onto the belt—three hundred yards of dirt, four feet on each side. We had to shovel until we reached rock bottom.

After eight hours and a lunch break, we only uncovered twenty feet of dirt. That was less than seven yards of a three-hundred yard project.

Why so little progress? The depth of the dirt.

I began the morning on my knees level with the conveyer belt. I moved shovel loads of coal dust, dropping it down on the belt. At the end of the day, I was standing below eye-level of the conveyor belt, lifting shovel loads above my head.

A lot of dirt built up over the years, dust particle by dust particle.

I woke up the next morning, calling for my dad. My hands felt stiff, curled up as if holding a shovel. I thought I was paralyzed. Despite my feelings, I went back to work at the coal mine.

The next day, the mine supervisor assigned our ten-man crew to the project. We dug another thirty yards. A lot of dirt had built up over time. Eventually, we were told to just remove two feet of dirt from the top.

Many of us manage our spiritual lives with just a quick, surface-level approach. Superficial spirituality.

Spiritual Life Lesson about DIRT:

Even a small amount of daily dirt will eventually lead to a hardened heart. Simply trying to be better never solves the problem. We need Christ’s forgiveness each day to have a pure heart for a fresh start.

Clean me up, Lord, and I will be whiter than snow.

Do you need help today? Learn from a summertime coal miner and a wanna-be astronaut.

In times of Darkness, Danger, or Dirt, turn to the Lord.

Oh soul, are you weary and troubled? No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior; and life more abundant and free!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full in His wonderful face

And the things of this world will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.

EYES UP! LOVE YOU!