HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY November 18–24, 2024

Novem­ber 18, 2024
#1252 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Novem­ber 5, 2024 I’m hav­ing lunch on Fri­day with a young man I taught around 20 years ago. His name is Tay­lor John­son and he is a stand-up Chris­t­ian comedian–doesn’t sur­prise me because he is eas­i­ly one of the most cre­ative kids I ever taught. Karen and I went to see him per­form and it was hys­ter­i­cal and touch­ing and pro­found. It warms my heart to know I played a small part in the devel­op­ment of the per­son he has become. My favorite thing about social media is the sto­ry does­n’t end when they walk out of your classroom.
A lit­tle plug: If you have a church group or school assem­bly or youth group that could use an enter­tain­ing speak­er, I hearti­ly rec­om­mend Tay­lor and would be hap­py to put you in touch with him.

Novem­ber 19, 2024
Golf Tues­day, an epiphany…
#1253 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Novem­ber 14, 2024 This hap­pened to me on the golf course: I have fin­ished the hole and I’m stand­ing off the green wait­ing for the oth­er three guys to putt out. I’m think­ing about what I per­ceive to be an injus­tice in our hand­i­cap­ping sys­tem. I feel a gen­tle breeze and the sun glim­mers through the trees and I am sur­round­ed by green­ness and God says to me: “Are you kid­ding Me? I’ve giv­en you a beau­ti­ful day to do what you love to do with the finest of com­pan­ions, and you want to fret about the slight­est advan­tage that some oth­er soul might hold? Why don’t you wake up?” So I did.

Novem­ber 20, 2024
#1254 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Novem­ber 6, 2024 If you read my blog, you’re prob­a­bly aware that I’m dis­ap­point­ed with the elec­tion results. From my lim­it­ed, sub­jec­tive per­spec­tive, we as a coun­try have made a hor­ri­bly wrong turn, but the key words there are “lim­it­ed” and “sub­jec­tive”. Mind you, I still think I have accu­rate­ly assessed Don­ald Trump’s char­ac­ter. My mis­take lies in ced­ing to Trump more pow­er to affect my grand­daugh­ters’ futures than I give to the Lord Jesus Christ. Wrong. The future well-being of my grand­daugh­ters depends entire­ly upon Jesus, whether they or any­one else rec­og­nizes it or not. He has said, “All author­i­ty in heav­en and on earth has been giv­en to me.” (Matthew 28:18). I believe Him.

Novem­ber 21, 2024
#1255 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Octo­ber 7, 2024 “Anchored in Jeho­vah, I shall not be moved.” –John­ny Cash song. What a com­fort­ing thought! Every­thing in my life is sub­ject to change–except that. I can nev­er be sep­a­rat­ed from God, and if God is with me, noth­ing can pos­si­bly harm me. That does not elim­i­nate suf­fer­ing or sor­row or even doubt. It sim­ply negates their effect, like Gan­dalf con­fronting the Bal­rog on the Bridge of Khaz­ad-Dum: “You shall not pass.” I shall not be moved.

Novem­ber 22, 2024
Bil­ly Strings and Emi­ly Dick­in­son in one post…nice!
#1256 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Octo­ber 27, 2024 “I’d sing along with the birds if I only knew the words…” Bil­ly Strings
Karen and I have always loved birds–it’s kind of a motif in our house. My favorite zags between the mock­ing­bird and the crow–I dis­qual­i­fy the rap­tors because they are too awe­some. God will fre­quent­ly use birds to get my attention–His way of speak­ing. He can get quite spe­cif­ic, tying image to thought. The pro­found Ms. Dick­in­son says it best: “I hope you love birds too. It is eco­nom­i­cal. It saves going to heaven.”

Novem­ber 23, 2024
#1257 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
August 21, 2024 “Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and per­fecter of our faith..” ((Hebrews 12:2). I looked up the verb “focus”: adapt to the pre­vail­ing lev­el of light and become able to see clear­ly; or, more sim­ply, pay par­tic­u­lar atten­tion to. My goal for the day: I will focus on Jesus. Should be an adventure.

Novem­ber 24, 2024
Fam­i­ly Sun­day, the elder­ly version…
#1258 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Octo­ber 1, 2024. One of my friends is both­ered by my writ­ing so much about aging and refer­ring to my wife and myself as old. I know there is a stig­ma attached to being old (see John Prine’s Hel­lo in There). It’s unde­ni­able the ulti­mate result of being old is dying. But I find this to be a very grat­i­fy­ing stage of my life. Karen and I live more har­mo­nious­ly than we ever have. I have the time and the desire and the will to pur­sue the things I am most inter­est­ed in. By God’s grace, we don’t want for any­thing that is nec­es­sary or mean­ing­ful. I know this much: keep­ing our eyes fixed on God is the best way to deal with aging.

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