The Amish fragrance

Forgiveness is a tricky thing.  Everyone wants it when they need it.  Few want to give it when they should.

It’s like opening a door for someone.  We always want it done for us.   But it’s really a pain and inconvenient to do it for someone else.   I’ve noticed that we barely hold doors for each other anymore.   If we cannot even tolerate doing that simple physical act, it should not surprise us that so few are willing to do the heavy lifting of the emotionally exhausting task of forgiving someone who hurt us.  We have a deficiency of forgiveness in our world and it is fracturing our families, friendships and culture.  Why is forgiveness so difficult to practice in our daily lives?  I have at least three theories:

  1. One reason that forgiveness is so rare is because of our lack of examples.   Forgiveness is not what is modeled in Hollywood from our action heroes.  Revenge sells, forgiveness does not.  It is not sung about by our favorite musicians.  Sex sells, forgiveness does not.  It is not written about by the New York Times best sellers.  Vampires sell, forgiveness does not.  It is not mentioned in our daily evening news program.  Murders sell, forgiveness does not.   Like the story of a man who returns a lost wallet, the only reason it is newsworthy and memorable is because so few do it.  It may be preached about from an occasional pulpit but it is rarely lived out consistently in the pew.  And sadly, it is rarely exercised in our homes.   Parents yelling at each other.  Kids fighting.  Mean words.  Hurtful behavior.  Snide remarks.  Sarcastic comments.  The silent treatment.   And that is from the people we love.  The concept of forgiving an enemy is almost laughable if we cannot even forgive our friends.  Like it or not, forgiveness is more caught than taught.  We forgive because we were forgiven.
  2. Another reason forgiveness is so rare is because it is so hard.  In fact, it may be the hardest thing you ever have to do.  It is simply easier to walk away than it is to face and address the cause of our pain.  Logically, this makes sense. From our earliest memory, we have been taught and conditioned to avoid pain.   The first word I ever learned was “hot”.  Apparently the stove was an attraction to me as a child.  I’m not suggesting that we should be sadistic and pursue pain or to see how long we can tolerate it.  I am not saying that people need to endure or remain in an abusive situation.  But I am suggesting that perhaps we need to build up a stronger threshold to some pain and learn how to address it, particularly in regards to forgiving others.  Face it, we are a soft culture.  We are warriors in the virtual world and cowards in the real one.  We would rather work out physically than produce one drop of sweat emotionally.   Instead of having a thick skin around a soft heart, our thin skin barely covers a hard heart.  We love to dish it out but so few can take it.
  3. Lastly, most people cannot get past the offense.   Forgiveness is nearly impossible when you only focus on the offense.  In other words, if my focus is only on the offense done to me, I’ll never get to the point of forgiving the offender.   The wrong, no matter how wrong, should always remind us of the wrong that lives in us.  The pain we receive, no matter how painful, should always remind us of how capable we are of inflicting pain on others.  When viewed in that context, it should make us a bit more sympathetic to the offender and a bit more empathetic to forgive.   The problem is we are normally blinded by the wrong and too overwhelmed by the pain to stop and remember – someone else has been hurt by us.

When I think of the topic of forgiveness, I am often reminded of the grisly events of October 2, 2006 in Lancaster, PA.  A gunman entered an Amish schoolhouse, barricaded the door and shot ten girls (aged 6-13) execution style, leaving five dead.  He then killed himself.  The harmless Amish community were shocked at what had happened.  Such brutality.  Such innocence lost.   Such evil.   How would you respond to such a senseless crime?  What would you do if that was your daughter or granddaughter?   Your sister?  Your niece?   What the Amish did that day was supernatural.  They set for us an amazing example.

On the day of the shooting, a grandfather of one of the murdered Amish girls was heard warning some young relatives not to hate the killer, saying, “We must not think evil of this man.”  Another Amish father noted, “I don’t think there’s anybody here that wants to do anything but forgive and not only reach out to those who have suffered a loss in that way but to reach out to the family of the man who committed these acts.”   Days later, the Amish set up a charitable fund for the family of the shooter30 Amish members attended the gunman’s funeral.

Has any offense been done to YOU that is worse than this?   Was your first reaction to forgive?  Were you in a position of emotional strength to forgive ON THE DAY of the offense?  Did you reach out to the offender or their family?   Remember, hurt people hurt people.   You aren’t the only one in pain here.

Un-forgiveness and bitterness are a cancer that only forgiveness can cure.   Holding a grudge only holds you.  Every offense brings a terrible odor to that relationship.  At that point, only the offended can change that smell.   Adding un-forgiveness to the offense is like spraying a skunk with manure.   Someone has to fix the stench and the offended party is the only one in a position to do it.   Mark Twain understood this when he wrote, “Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.”  

If you’re honest, there is probably a person out there you need to forgive.   Forgiveness does not excuse the wrong.  Forgiveness does not minimize the crime.  Forgiveness does not reduce the consequences.  But forgiveness does something that avoidance or prison cannot – it can bring healing and restoration to you, the offender and even that relationship.

I don’t want to raise any barns.  I’m not interested in churning any butter or even wearing black outfits for the rest of my life.  I prefer six horsepowers over one with a buggy.  The Amish may not use electricity.   They don’t know how to use a toaster or even surf the web.   But they understand how to forgive, not just with their lips – but even with their life.

The Amish can teach all of us sophisticated people a lesson or two.

“Like” me!!

I have a confession to make.  I like being liked.  I like when others like the things that I like.  I like the “like” button on Facebook and use it often.  I like things so often I make a Valley girl, like totally embarrassed.

I find myself uploading a photo on Facebook and waiting for someone (anyone!) to “like” it.   I’ll enter some semi-creative status update and hope that someone comments on it, somehow making my post more relevant.  Or I’ll write a post to my blog and see how many “hits” I receive throughout the day.  (This morning I had 30 visits to my blog before I even woke up!) I like to see what countries are reading my blog.  (Someone from Singapore read it today).   I am embarrassed to admit how delighted I am when someone “likes” a comment of mine on a friend’s page.   In some messed up insecure way, my online self-worth is directly related to the number of times you select the “thumbs up” button or comment on my cyber presence.  It should not surprise you that one of my favorite sights is below.   It is the calculator of how many times someone liked me since the last time I signed online to check, eight minutes ago.

I fully realize that being “liked” online is performance driven.  The more I say, the more I am liked.  The more stuff I write, the more pictures I post – the more opportunities I give others to “like” me, thus increasing my cyber net worth.

What is happening to me???  What have I become?  I feel like I am back in grade school, receiving a gold star on my drawing.  Or flashing back to 7th grade gym glass after being picked by the team captain in a game of kickball.   I LIKE the feeling of being LIKED.

But did you know that God likes you?  I mean, He really likes you. When God thinks of you, He smiles.   If you were to draw God a picture, He would put it on His fridge.   If God had a wallet, your picture would be in it.   If God had a lap, He’d want you to sit in it and tell Him about your day.  He loves hearing your voice, particularly when you are using it to talk with Him.  And I think it makes Him smile big when He hears you laughing.   He doesn’t love you more when you say your prayers.  He doesn’t like you less when you lose your temper.

Honestly, I don’t often think of God in this way.  I sometimes picture Him as an angry God who is out to get me for the bad thing I did today.  He is the sniper God looking to “take me out” after each sin.   Or maybe He is more like the absentee God who really doesn’t care what I’m doing or who I am with down here.   I figure He really likes me when I’m good and He hates me even more when I’m bad.

But then I remember… my kids.

When I look at my children, I smile.  I really like them.  When my kids draw me a picture, I put it on my fridge.  Their pictures are in my wallet and on my phone for daily viewing.  When they are near, I love to get them close and hear about their day.   I love hearing them talk – particularly to me.  It makes me smile big when I hear them laughing.  I don’t like them more when they get along with each other.  I don’t love them less when they do bad things.  I love them simply because they are mine.

I am their loving Daddy.  They are my beautiful children.  I stare at them when they are sleeping.   I think about them during the day.  I give them whatever I have.  I serve them constantly.  I provide for them in every way I know how.  I would protect them from the fiercest attack.  I would help them at any hour.   I do my very best to teach them everything I know.  And there is no corner of the earth that they could go where I would not follow.  There is no crime they could commit that I would not forgive.  And if I needed to, I would die for them without hesitation. That is what I think about my kids.

THAT is how God thinks of us.

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” – Romans 8:38-39

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Road Grace

People fascinate me.   What they do.  What they say.  What they wear.  People watching is one of my favorite past-times.  I particularly enjoy this activity at an airport for two reasons.  First, you get to see the widest selection of people in one place AND secondly, it means I’m going somewhere exciting.

I find myself distracted by this hobby even at the grocery store.  Grocery shopping already takes me too long but add the people watching, and I’m there all night.  I’m curious as to why that man wears colored socks with sandals.  I wonder why that woman thinks it’s appropriate to wear that skirt… ever.   Don’t these people have loved ones at home to prevent them from going out in public like that?  I’m not too upset about it though.  After all, they provide fodder for my hobby.   And now, thanks to the internet and websites like peopleofwalmart.com – people watching is available to all without leaving the comfort of your own home.

Watching people drive has me particularly fascinated.   I thought about publishing a photo book called “Nose picking drivers.”  And if the police would give me a mini-light and siren, I could make about 20 citizen arrests for all the texting and driving I see.   What I have never understood is how short a fuse most drivers have.   I have noticed that tempers seem to flare quicker behind a wheel than almost anywhere else.   Sit at a green light for more than 3 seconds and horns will honk.   Don’t turn right on red and even the old ladies start yelling.  And for goodness sake, do not go under the speed limit on any highway for any reason.  You’ll receive the #1 sign (with the middle finger) almost immediately when they pass.

Anger, by definition, is a strong feeling of displeasure and belligerence aroused by a wrong.  Apparently, waiting at a red light longer than you have to creates that strong feeling of displeasure.  Going too slow is just wrong – particularly if you are in a belligerent hurry.

But why the instant rage with a nice guy like me?  To my knowledge, I never offended that driver in the past.   Was my “wrong” THAT wrong?  Why does the anger appear so quickly in so many?  What causes this phenomenon to be so common that we even have a nationally recognized name for it, “Road Rage?”

Apparently the human condition hasn’t changed much in 2,000 years.   Maybe Chariot & donkey rage was a big issue in first century Palestine as well?  James, the brother of Jesus, questioned the nature of arguments when he wrote, “What is the source of quarrels and conflicts among you?”  His answer: “Don’t they come from your desires that battle within you? You desire but do not have, so you kill.  You covet but you cannot get what you want, so you quarrel and fight.  (Or in our case, honk)

Not all anger is inappropriate, however.  There are times when anger is not only normal but expected.   Even Jesus expressed righteous rage and in the Temple of all places!  Over the years I have used the following checklist to help keep my anger “in check”.   Perhaps this will be of benefit to you should you struggle with a short fuse – particularly behind the wheel.

8 questions to help me discern & resolve inappropriate anger:

  1. Is my anger selfishly motivated?  (James 1:20)
  2. Am I angry because I am offended or because God is offended?
  3. Have I taken the time to think through this “offense?”   What are some likely scenarios that could have caused the other person to wrong me without malice?
  4. Will I be just as angry about this one week from now?  One year from now?  (Matthew 25:14-30)
  5. Have I allowed my anger to linger past sundown?  (Ephesians 4:26-27)
  6. What have I done to cause this situation?  What can I do to make right this wrong?  (Matthew 18:15-18)
  7. If God were in my shoes, would He be angry as well?  (Jonah 4:5-11)
  8. Would He be angry for the same reasons?

Next time you’re tempted to honk – think about this list.   Assume the wrong done to you was unintentional.   Use the horn for emergencies only and show some Road Grace, even if you’re not on the road.

“How are you doing?”

I was recently walking down the street when I passed someone and made eye contact.  As our eyes met, it seemed only natural that we exchange some sort of greeting.   This person said, “Hi.”  I immediately responded with, “How are you doing?”  Neither of us broke our stride and we continued on our merry way.

A few minutes later I realized that he never answered my question.  Of course, I have a feeling that he ignored my question because I was no longer in earshot of his answer.   The quality of his life, at that moment, did not matter to me.   Somehow he sensed that.  I asked him how he was doing but obviously didn’t care if I heard his response.   Was he having a great day?  Was he having the worst day of his life?  It doesn’t matter, because at this point, I’m halfway down the street asking another total stranger the same question.

Why do we throw around that phrase (“How are you?”) so flippantly?   Are we really that thoughtless and apathetic towards our fellow man?  Are we so self absorbed that we could ask such a personal and thoughtful question and not care about their response?   Could we really be that insensitive and uncaring?   Um, yep.   At least I can be.

It seems to be another example of how a word or phrase in our English language has lost it’s true significance.  Like the phrase, “I love you”, it can often sound hollow and devoid of its true meaning when it leaves our lips.   Instead of it being a sincere question of concern (“How are you?”), it has turned into a casual, passing, irrelevant greeting.   Instead of really desiring a truthful answer, we prefer a brief lie.  And the number one indicator that we don’t truly care?   We are physically or emotionally absent for their response.

The problem with using this “verbal check up” on certain people is that we may not desire or like their answer.   We just might hear something that will coerce us to respond and get involved.  Unconsciously, we only ask this question to “safe” people.   If we think the person is a low risk candidate, we will offer our question of fake concern.  Subliminally we think something like, “They look normal.  They look healthy.  They look like things are going well.   They know I’m not really asking for an honest answer.  Ok, they are safe to ask.”  It is for this reason we do not ask this same question to the homeless man, emotionally unstable woman or the person we know whose life just fell apart.   I mean, who has the time or energy to listen to the laundry list of problems?

Imagine if you heard the following answers from your casual question, “How are you?”

  • “I’m not doing well.  My spouse and I fight most every night.”
  • “I’m broke.  I just don’t know how I’m going to pay my electric bill or feed my kids this month.”
  • “I’m lonely.  I feel like no one out there cares for me.”
  • “I’m struggling.  I am addicted to (alcohol, porn, drugs, sex, gambling, etc) and can’t seem to get victory over it.”
  • “I’m worried.  I have a lump in my chest and am afraid it might be cancer.”
  • “I’m hurting”, “I’m mad”, “I’m upset”, “I’m frustrated”…. 

Now what do you say?   “Whoa!  T.M.I.!”   Did you really want all that information?  Now that you have it, what are you going to do with it?  Will you see them through to a solution?   Or, was it merely an empty question disguised as concern?

You can imagine the absolute shock on the disciples face when Jesus asked to speak with a man named Bartimaeus.  We are told in Mark 10 that Bartimaeus is blind, a beggar and sitting by the side of the road.   If there is anyone you do NOT want to ask a question to, it’s a man like Bartimaeus.  Anything out of his mouth is going to require something of you.  Minimally, you are going to have to listen to a few minutes of complaining.  But, depending on what he says, you may actually feel obliged to get involved.   With a crowd of people around Him and a very busy schedule, Jesus stops everything and asks Bartimaeus a servant’s question, “What do you want me to do for you?”   Jesus doesn’t have to ask how he  is.  He already knows.  Instead, He asks the follow up question, “What can I do for you?”

THIS is why we don’t ask “How are you?” and mean it.  Because, deep down, we are afraid that if life isn’t going smoothly, we will have to ask what we can do to help.  And for many people today, life isn’t going smoothly.  That is where things get messy.  If we were to be brutally honest, most of us don’t mind helping anyone as long as it does not cost us any time, energy, money, sweat or tears.  Asking the question is easy.  Sticking around for an honest answer is not.  The question involves our lips.  Their answer involves our life.

Jesus stuck around for an answer.   Bartimaeus wanted one thing, the ability to see.   The question was asked and Jesus didn’t leave until a sufficient solution was provided.  Why don’t we ask the same question of concern to others?  It’s not because we are afraid of being asked something we cannot deliver.   It’s actually the opposite.  We are afraid of being asked something we CAN deliver.  A simple question to others really turns into a question to us.  If they are not doing “well”, what am I willing to do about it?   My commitment to their well-being greatly impacts the sincerity of my concerned question.

Let me encourage you to do two things after reading this blog.

  1. Be honest.  The next time someone asks you how you are doing, be brutally honest.  Don’t say what they want to hear.  Say what is on your heart.   If you truly are doing great, say so.  If you are really hurting, say so.   They may need to struggle with your answer more than you need to struggle with your pride to sugarcoat your response.
  2. When you ask someone else that question, wait around for an answer.   Be prepared to be a part of the solution.  If you cannot help them directly, perhaps you can begin to gather resources to offer a solution.  If nothing else, perhaps your friendship and concern can provide them with a level of support and hope they did not have previously.

Before Jesus’ question, Bartimaeus was blind, begging and homeless.   After His encounter with Christ, He was able to see and walk with a new purpose in life.

One concerned question.   One honest answer.   Another changed life.

Ask.  Listen.  Help.

If Jesus had a storage unit…

In the last three years, life circumstances have caused me to move three different times to three different states. (No, I’m not in the witness protection program!)  With each subsequent move, I seem to be gathering more “stuff” while downsizing living space.  As a result, I have not been able to fit all of my worldly possessions under my roof.   Over the last three years, I have had to place most of my valuables into the ever popular storage unit.

I went to the unit last month looking for something “important”.  I didn’t know exactly which box it was in which means I had to search them all.  That’s always fun.  Opening boxes in a storage unit is like attending a Squirrel Christmas party with amnesia.  You can’t remember what you buried or where you put it but opening it can feel like Christmas morning!  In my case, it felt more like Hoarders meets Sanford & Son.

It took me 30 minutes to finally find that “important” document.  I literally opened every box and bin and it should not have surprised me to learn which one it was in… the last one.  Ugh.   Why didn’t I look at the last one first?   I began to wonder, “If it was so important, what was it doing in the back of my storage unit?”   As I opened each bin, I found myself saying things like, “Why do I still have THAT thing?” or “What in the world is that and how did it get in my stuff?” or “Wow, I borrowed that four years ago from so-and-so and need to return it!”.   I realized that most everything I had – I really didn’t need or want anymore.   And when I came to THAT conclusion, I started to calculate how much money I have spent on all these rental units.   All in all, I rented for over 16 months at a tune of $2232.30.   Add the cost of U-haul rentals and moving expenses.   Ouch.  That’s a lot of money to store a nut I don’t need.

I was reminded of Jesus’ words in Matthew 8:20, “Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.”  In a very humbling moment, I realized that I had more junk in my storage unit than Jesus had His entire life.  Though He probably stayed with family or friends most nights, He didn’t have a place He called home.   Where did He keep His important papers?   Where did He store all the junk He didn’t need?  WHY didn’t He have any of this stuff I deem so “important”?   Here are a few reasons:

After Hurricane Katrina, folks in Mississippi were building “Sheds for Jesus”. My question is – what in the world does Jesus need a shed for? Heaven & earth can’t contain His stuff that He needs a shed for storage??? The padlock is the best! Yea, Jesus needs a lock to guard His stuff.
  1. We have different priorities.   What I think is important in this world and what Jesus thinks are important in this world are TOTALLY different.   I chase things.  He chases people.  I keep my important things in a safe-deposit box.  Or a special drawer.  Or a locked storage  unit.  Everything important to Him cannot be contained in an earthly box.
  2. We have different treasures.  My treasures tend to be the ones you can find on “earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.” (Matthew 6)  His are clearly in heaven, protected from all decay.
  3. We see different things.  I have natural eyes that look too often at natural things.  He has supernatural vision.  He sets His mind on things above, and not on earthly things (Colossians 1).   Apparently, I’m spiritually nearsighted.  As a result, I walk by sight.  He only steps by faith.
  4. He understands, what I sometimes forget – you can’t take it with you.  Having come from a throne in Heaven, He recognized that nothing down here would make the trip back.   At His death, the only earthly possession He had were the clothes on His back and even those were taken by Roman soldiers inadvertently fulfilling a prophecy (John 19, Psalm 22) in the process.  The souvenirs He gathered from our planet were the walking lame, the seeing blind, the hearing deaf, the speaking mute, the living dead.   The only thing He ever intended to take back “home” were changed lives.   EVERYTHING else, by comparison, was not worth storing.  After losing EVERY earthly possession he owned, Job blurted out, “Naked I come from my mother’s womb, naked I shall return.” (Job 1:21)   There is a good reason you never see a U-haul behind a funeral hertz.

After my storage unit epiphany, I decided to move every box back home and go through every bin.  It took me about three weeks and numerous trips to Goodwill, but I did it.  No more storage units.  No more monthly fees!  I may never pack as lightly as Jesus did, but I am less encumbered today than I was yesterday.   And it feels good.

It’s not bad to have stuff to store.  The important thing is to make sure you own your things and that your things don’t own you.  Keep all your possessions in perspective.  Remember, you can’t take it with you.

With that being said, what will you be leaving behind?   Changed lives or a change of clothes?

Replace or redeem? The need for more bridges

When something expensive is broken and money is flowing, we are quick to throw the broken item away and simply buy a new one.  But when something costly is broken and cash is low, we must figure out how to fix what we have.   Unfortunately, as a “wealthy, first-world” country, we have been allowed to replace too many things for too long.  In fact, in many ways – it’s actually easier and cheaper to buy something new.

A few years ago my DVD player broke.  I called the manufacturer to see how to get it fixed.  I realized that after shipping the unit across the country, paying for the part to repair it, plus the labor charges and the fee to ship it back to me, it would be much cheaper to throw it out and buy a new one.   Honestly, that disturbed me.  DVD players had become so inexpensive that they literally have become disposable!

Most things, it seems, have become easier to replace than redeem.  As a result, we have developed a mentality that encourages us to just buy new instead of fixing old.  And sadly, that mentality is not just isolated to our possessions, but even our relationships.

Most everyone reading this, regardless of age, has a broken relationship out there.  As you read that last sentence, a name comes to mind.  Or three or four names.  People you used to laugh with – now deleted from your phone.

Words were said.  Actions were done.  Actions were not done.  Things that we would have overlooked years ago now cause us to give the silent treatment.   Mild sarcasm that we would have forgiven in the past now turns into a bitter grudge.   Or maybe the wrong done – was really wrong… wrong enough to end the relationship.  The truth is, people can sometimes do hurtful things.  I have come to realize that people who have wounded me were also wounded themselves.  In other words, hurt people hurt people.  A friend will say something critical about us.  Neighbors complain.  Children are ungrateful.  Parents nag or worse yet, treat us like children.  Siblings tease us about a painful past experience.  Co-workers gossip.   Spouses are thoughtless, or worse – unfaithful.   Relationships get damaged and we are left staring at the relational shrapnel trying to decide what we will do with this person we once trusted.  Do we try to pick up the pieces or is it just better to walk our separate ways?

Some of us have viewed our closest relationships like a broken DVD player, disposable.  It’s easier to get a new boyfriend, than try to redeem an old husband.  It’s a lot less painful to get a new friend, than repair a broken relationship with a sibling.  Why open up old wounds with a parent who has hurt you when you can just ignore them now that you are an adult?   After all, you no longer need to borrow the family station wagon to get out.  “I’ve lived without them this long”, you rationalize, “why bother now?”

There are a lot of reasons why redeeming a relationship is better than replacing it.  The temptation is to let pride continue to course through your veins and justify all the reasons why you shouldn’t attempt the restoration.  “But he is the one who hurt me”, you think.  “Why should I take the first step when she is the one who was wrong?”  Or maybe you are thinking something like, “What I did was wrong and hurtful.  There is no way she’ll ever forgive me.  Why bother trying?”   Allow me to list six reasons why it’s worth trying.  One brief disclaimer: I am not suggesting that you need to redeem an abusive relationship or allow certain access with someone that is not physically or emotionally safe for you.  But there are times when you need to forgive (past hurts) and redeem (in spite of the hurt), especially if the offending party has changed/desires to change and is truly sorry/repentant for the hurtful behavior and has shown a consistent track record supporting that change.)    As you read the following list, think of the most important relationship you had, now broken, and picture what restoration looks like with that person. 

  1. People have loved you through some ugly times.   At some point in your life, you were not the perfect, pleasant person you are today.  There was a time when you were sullen, negative, disrespectful, inconsiderate, rude, sarcastic, mean or moody and someone (parent, teacher, sibling, coach, friend) decided to love you in spite of yourself.   Your words or actions hurt them and they decided you were worth the pain and stayed in the relationship anyway.
  2. If that isn’t enough, you have also been forgiven in Christ.  The Bible teaches that every sin we commit is punishable by death (Genesis 2:16-17, Romans 6:23).  Christ’s death on the cross was in your place.   Why would someone die for you, in your place?  Only one reason: love.  “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13)   If God can forgive your sins (which He was crucified for), can’t you forgive the lesser sins committed against you?  In fact, restoring relationships is so important to God that He raises the stakes with you.  “For if you forgive others for their sins, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.  But if you do not forgive others, then your Father will not forgive your sins.” (Matthew 6:14-15)
  3. You have a history with the person.   If the broken relationship is with a family member (ex-spouse, child, parents or siblings,) the history with them is like no other.   They hold a special place that no one else can fill.  You may be able to get another friend – but you’ll never get another sister, father, husband etc.   Even if the broken relationship is not a family member, you have tons of memories with them. At one point, there was some good times and positive experiences.  If you could get back to THAT, wouldn’t it be worth the work?
  4. Working through the pain can actually grow the broken relationship stronger than it was before.  In the human body, muscles & bones grow and strengthen under pressure, and become weak when barely put to use.   Relationships are very similar.  Too many friends “walk” after a heated disagreement.  When pressure hits a marriage, too many think separation/divorce is the answer instead of working it out.  Granted, there is a lot of pain and rehab to do – but it can be worth the effort.  And that relationship COULD be better than it was in the beginning – but only if BOTH sides are willing to put pride aside, change hurtful behaviors, humble themselves, ask for forgiveness and do the heavy lifting.
  5. A restored relationship shows others the power of forgiveness, friendship and love.  I recently read a story about a POW soldier from the Korean War who was tortured mercilessly by his captor for years.  Honestly, it was painful to read about the details of the abuse.  Years later, safely back on US soil – the soldier wondered what happened to this particular guard.  After years of searching, he found the name of his abuser and went to meet with him.  His goal: offer forgiveness.  The captor had become a Christian and was tormented, for years, over his evil actions.   The POW’s forgiveness had set him free.  Enemies had now become friends.   We all marvel at those types of stories, but few of us want to be the main character in one.
  6. If you are the one that initiates the restoration, you communicate a level of commitment to the other party that speaks volumes about your character.  In essence, what you are saying is:
  • “I want our relationship back more than I want my pride.”
  • “I want our friendship more than I want to be right.”
  • “I want your companionship more than I want the possible rejection you can give me right now.”
  • “I want you in my life more than I want you out of it.”

It’s hard to build such a bridge.  It’s painful to swallow your pride (particular if you think you are right).   It’s scary to take the first step.  But it is worth trying.  And years later, when you look back at that “incident” that caused the breach,  you often think, “Wasn’t it dumb of us to be that way?  I’m so glad we got over ourselves!”

  • Who do you currently have a broken relationship with?
  • What is your role in the demise of it?
  • What can you do (this week) to initiate contact and begin building the bridge?

There are three things you need to know about bridge building:

  1. It’s hard work.   It’s not easy going from point A to point B.
  2. It takes time.  You may have to work at it for a while.  If it took 13  years to destroy the bridge, don’t assume it will take 13 minutes to repair it.
  3. Once the bridge is built, you can get to places you never could before.  And others (generations later) can travel on your experience (bridge) and get there too.

I’ve fallen and can’t get up…

As I write this, I have two friends of mine who are spending the night in a hospital.   Shannon is in critical condition in an I.C.U. unit in Asheville, NC after suffering a severe head trauma from a motorcycle accident.  Jason is awaiting an M.R.I. on his broken vertebrae (T-12) after a freak trampoline accident with his kids.  Though both are suffering different injuries from unrelated accidents, they have several things in common:

  • Both are amazing people.
  • Both are married with children.
  • Both are heavily involved in Christian ministry.
  • Both have a LONG road to recovery.
  • Both will need a lot of support to heal.
  • Both are dealing with self-inflicted wounds.   In other words, both are where they are tonight because they chose to participate in risky activities.  (I’m not suggesting they shouldn’t have been doing what they were doing, but merely pointing out that motorcycles and trampolines tend to be dangerous and unforgiving.)

As I sat in Jason’s room tonight, he was telling me about all the people who visited him today.  While I was there, two more people showed up.  It doesn’t surprise me.  He’s a wonderful man with a great sense of humor, godly character and a shepherd’s heart.  Everyone loves him.

When I visit Shannon’s Facebook page, I cannot believe all the comments.  Literally hundreds of people from all over the country – all day long – every few minutes – leaving their well-wishes and prayers.   Since no one can visit her right now – online comments seem to be their only connection to Shannon at the moment.  Only a remarkable person with a huge heart for others could receive such an endless thread of support.

As I watch both of my friends hurting & struggling right now – I also see the Church (with a capital “C”) come running to their aid.  It’s beautiful to witness.  People are watching their children so spouses can practice the “sickness” & “for worse” part of their wedding vows.  Others are “praying without ceasing”.   Many from their respective churches are cooking meals, doing household chores, literally whatever they can to help both families recover and heal.   The Church was told by Christ to “love one another”.  It’s great to see that commandment lived out in such a practical way.

I have found that when someone is hurting physically, the church is quick to respond.  When a husband falls off a ladder at home, the church responds immediately with concerned phone calls and get well cards.  When a teenage girl is in a near fatal car accident, the church is there to support the parents and offer months of support throughout the long healing process.  When mothers are delivering babies, the church has weeks of food prepared for the husband and older children.  If someone is hospitalized with cancer – the church shows up, in droves, to love and support.   Even if the accident or incident was their fault or was a result of risk taking or stupidity – the Church overlooks the unfortunate mistake or foolish decision and simply loves.  Simply helps.  Simply serves without judgment.   As it should.

But here is what I find interesting.   When someone “falls” morally, the Church is in slow motion.   Lives are devastated every day by vices like adultery, anger, gambling, alcoholism, pornography and drugs and many times, when someone has fallen “morally”, the church is missing in action.  The man who cheated on his wife obviously made a horrific error in judgment, and he needs the church more than ever after that admission.  The woman who has just come out of the closet with her alcoholism needs help and support, not distance and gossip (otherwise known as “prayer requests” in the Church).  The gamblers and drug addicts and fornicators and pornographers need help to change their ways.  They need support and love and grace and time to heal and learn how to do things right.   Some people fall morally.  Others, like Jason & Shannon fall physically.  The Church should be there for both.

For some reason though, it’s easier to call someone who has fallen physically and ask, “What can I do for you?”.   It seems to be harder to ask someone who has just fallen morally the same question.  For those who fall physically, we have doctors and nurses and hospitals for them to go to.  But for those who fall morally, where can they go for help?   The Church should be that place, but too often too few are around to offer them any type of support.   When the physically sick enter the hospital, no one looks at them funny.  They are embraced immediately with compassion and by people whose training and desire is to see them get well.   And the physically sick RUN to the hospital because they know it is the one place where they can find healing and help and compassion and medicine.   They know they belong there.

Do you know why the morally sick do not run to the Church?  Because they don’t feel it’s a safe place.  There are few there who are trained to handle their issues.  There are even less there that want to.  Sinners, many times, do not feel the Church’s embrace or see enough compassionate Christians interested in helping them become whole.   For the most part, they are right.  The hookers and strippers and bikers and druggies and adulterers and pornographers and thieves can’t walk into most Churches without feeling even more judgment on them.  The sinful choices they have committed in the past are a heavy burden on them and many don’t know how to stop carrying it.   Not much has changed in the 2,000 years since Christ walked the earth.  The sinners back then were known as prostitutes and tax collectors and they dared not enter the Temple.  They simply were not worthy and the Church leaders (Pharisees) reminded them often of that.  That is why they chased Jesus around Galilee.  For the first time, they found Love and Compassion and Grace, in human form.  In the Person of Christ they found both Help and Hope.

That is what makes the story in John chapter 8 so powerful.   A woman “caught in the very act of adultery” was brought before Jesus and was asked what should be done with her.   Instead of helping her find healing, the Church (aka Pharisees) were quick to point out her faults.  They literally drug her into the town square and publicly humiliated her.  Ah, the devastating power of gossip.  Everyone desired to give her exactly what she deserved – a judgemental stoning.  The Pharisees (aka the Church) had set a trap for Christ.  If Jesus agreed to stone her, He would be violating Roman law since the Jews were not allowed to carry out such a punishment.  If He agreed to let her go unpunished, He would be violating Jewish law which required her to be stoned for her sin.  How would Jesus handle such a sinner?  Famously, He said to the group, “He who is without sin among you, let him be the first to throw a stone at her.”  He did not condone her sin but He also did not condemn her either – though He alone could.  The heart of God overflows with compassion for people who recognize their wrong.  He did not stone her, but instead saved her.  He could have given her hell.  Instead, He gave her help.   Did she deserve it?  No.  But neither do you.  Isn’t that the point of grace?   Grace is for sinners.**  It is designed for those who don’t deserve it.

Everyone who falls needs help getting back up.   And if the church only helps those who fall physically, then how are they any different than a hospital or the Red Cross?   The Church is at first to be a spiritual hospital.  That is what Jesus was talking about in Mark 2:17 when He said, “It is not those who are healthy who need a physician, but those who are sick: I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”  We must be a people who are equipped to help sinners – those who have fallen morally, emotionally and spiritually.  Anyone can put a band-aid on a body.  We must become people who learn how to help bring healing to a troubled soul.

Who has fallen in your midst and could really use a friend right now?   Who do you know that has made some poor decisions in the past and needs help getting back on their feet?  If you have never reached out to them, do so today.  Call them.  Email them.  Take them to lunch.  Be a friend and offer to help.  If you have never inquired as to how you can help them, ask yourself why.   The answer may reveal more about you than you care to admit.

And remember… at one point – you were fallen too.

“For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly…But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” – Romans 5:6,8

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* “Grace is for sinners” is also the name of a powerful book written by Serena Woods, one of my Facebook friends.  Look her up on Facebook or her website (www.graceisforsinners.com) for more information.

The bedtime routine

My bedtime routine with my son, Andrew – pictured here at age 3.

When I was ten years old, my sisters were born.   Yes, sisters.  Twins to be exact.   Identical.  Well, technically fraternal but to a ten-year old boy, baby girls all looked the same to me.   I certainly couldn’t tell them apart.  Apparently the nurses couldn’t either since they had some sort of tag on their ankle with their name on it.  I was relieved to learn it was merely a name tag.  For a brief moment I thought they may have committed a heinous crime in the womb.  To complicate the issue – my parents decided that giving them rhyming names would be a good idea.  Christina & Bettina.   Who rhymes their children’s names?   They looked alike.  They had matching ankle bracelets.  And now their names sound alike.

When they came home from the hospital, I learned a few things about babies.  For starters, they cry a lot.  They also eat all the time.   And time means nothing to them.   Unfortunately for me, I learned all of these lessons about babies – at the same time every night – around 3am.   Unable to sleep and seeing my Mom struggle with two babies at the same time – I decided to help with the middle of the night feeding.  Armed with a bottle, a blanket and a rocking chair – I learned how to bottle feed a baby.  I’m pretty sure I was the only ten-year old boy doing this.   It is certainly not how I thought I would spend my 5th & 6th grade year.   The truth is, I enjoyed the time with my Mom and bonding with my sisters in this way.   It also laid the foundation to the beginnings of a bedtime routine.

As they got older and were able to communicate in something other than a cry, they would often ask if I would “put them to bed.”  In other words, tuck them in, read them a bedtime story, sing a song.    I’m pretty sure I was the only 14-year-old boy doing this.   The tucking in and reading part was easy.   They had 2 or 3 books they wanted me to read and I would read them with animated enthusiasm.  When it came to the song to sing – I balked.  For one, I didn’t like to sing – especially in “public.”  Secondly, I didn’t know any songs that were appropriate to sing to little girls.   For weeks I would merely tuck them in and read.  Every night they would ask for a song and every night I had to decline since my taste in music at the time was hardly appropriate for me, let alone 4-year-old girls.  Besides, something told me that singing “No sleep till Brooklyn” by the Beastie Boys was not what they had in mind.

Finally, it hit me.  I did know a song that fit the bedtime criteria, mainly one where I knew all the words and it wasn’t inappropriate rap.  So, the next night, I tried it out on my eager audience.  Surprisingly, it was a hit and from that night on – for as long as I tucked my sisters in – I sang this familiar song by Kenny Rogers:

  • “On a warm summer’s eve, on a train bound for nowhere
  • I met up with the Gambler, we were both too tired to sleep. 
  • So, we took turns a staring out the window in the darkness
  • till boredom overtook us, he began to speak…”

For the sake of time and blog space, I’ll let you finish the song in your head.  Granted, it is the weirdest bedtime lullaby one could sing to small children.  But for me, it worked and my audience was happy.

Years later, we joke about it at family gatherings.  To this day, when that song is played on the radio or mentioned, we think back to that precious time with fond memories.  If Kenny Rogers only knew…

Now that I have kids of my own who are at various stages of the bedtime routine, I’m glad Kenny Rogers isn’t a part of it.  I’d like to think I matured a bit and offer my children more than what my sisters were given.  Books were always a part of the bedtime routine.  My song selection has gone from country to Christian in genre.  And we always say our prayers.

The other night, my six-year-old asked if I would put him to bed.  That means we read  1-2 books, say our prayers and I sing him a song or two.  His song request that night was, “God will make a way”.   In light of my tumultuous life over the last three  years, it was a good reminder to me:

  • “God will make a way were there seems to be no way
  • He works in ways we cannot see – He will make a way for me.
  • He will be my guide – hold me closely to His side
  • With love and strength for each new day – He will make a way.
  • God will make a way.”

A simple song reminding us that God can do something positive out of the mistakes we often make in the course of a day.   Sorry Kenny, but it seems to be a much better way to end a child’s day than card gambling tips such as “knowing when to hold em and fold em, knowing when to walk away – knowing when to run.”

Goodnight y’all.    Enjoy your bedtime routine…

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6/2/2012: I read this funny, oh-so-true blog about bedtime routines and thought it deserved a mention here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glennon-melton/putting-kids-to-bed_b_1536221.html

The “in home” sales guy…

As an “in home” salesman, I come across all different types of people on a daily basis.  Unlike a traditional store owner that has to wait for someone to walk in his door each day, I have the distinct privilege of being invited into a customer’s home to discuss our products or services.  You just never know what you’re going to see on the other side of that door.  Unlike a friend, you really get to see how people live.  For friends, we clean up and vacuum.  We will dust and put away laundry.  We will wipe  down counters and bring out the cleaning supplies.  After all, we don’t want our friends to discover that we are really disgusting slobs.

But for a sales guy, homeowners don’t spend a lot of time cleaning up for us.  I can’t tell you the number of homes I go in where the homeowner (usually the woman) will apologize for the amount of dust and how busy she was this week.  I always love that excuse.  Sure, we are all busy – I get that.   And I understand that dusting is lower on the priority list.  But that excuse always comes from the woman whose home should be condemned.  I’m always very gracious in the home even though I want to say, “Good grief lady!  How can you live like this??  Where is your dust mask??”  I would never say something like that.  Again.  The truth is, three years of dust does not accumulate because your schedule was busy this week.

I estimate that in the last five years I have been in over 5,000 homes.  Averaging at least three house calls a day, I have literally seen it all.

  • I have been accosted by an overly friendly Saint Bernard the size of Marmaduke.
  • I have been bit by a “friendly” pit bull.
  • I have been hugged by children who just met me.
  • I have been offered jobs.
  • I have been “hit on” by single women and propositioned by gay men.
  • I have seen rooms filled from floor to ceiling with junk.
  • I have been in the homes of hoarders.
  • Once I walked by a parrot’s cage and it grabbed my shirt and wouldn’t let go.
  • Another time a parrot landed on me during my presentation.  (I still made the sale!)
  • Several times I have been “trapped” at a customer’s home because of bad weather.
  • Once I was trapped by an incessant talker.
  • Some homes have had such a pungent smell that I literally gagged as I entered.
  • One customer had so many clothes on the floor in her foyer that I could barely enter without stepping on something.   Humorously, she told me she ran out of hangers.
  • I have met eccentric collectors.  One couple had collected over 400 PEZ dispensers and prominently displayed them in their kitchen.  Another man collected exotic carousel horses.   These gigantic horses were all over his house and imported from all over the world.
  • I had one lady break down and cry in the middle of my presentation as she told me about her difficult life.  Um, awkwaaard!   How do you transition from that??   “So, anyway – our flux capacitor will solve all your severe emotional problems too.”
  • Another woman answered the door totally drunk.
  • Speaking of which, I have been offered a beer on more than one occasion.  As a general rule of thumb, if you can’t drink at your job – we can’t drink on ours.  🙂
  • One woman had full-blown Alzheimer’s.
  • The most shocking was the minister who had forgotten about our appointment.   He answered the door in just a pair of boxers.  Needless to say, I was grateful for his modern-day loincloth.

Over the years, I have discovered that many homeowners believe some “myths” about “in-home” salesmen.  Here are the most common:

  1. Every sales man is a liar.  Granted, a few tainted apples can spoil the bunch but most of us want to make an honest living, earning an honest dollar.  Do not assume just because someone is in sales that they are willing to do or say anything to get the sale.  We tell you what we are supposed to tell you and for most of us, it’s legit.  Snake oil does cure cancer!  It says so on the bottle.   Jeez.
  2. Salesmen are greedy and just want my money.   Granted, many of us are motivated by money but before you climb into your pulpit, so are you.   Why do you work?  For money so you can pay your bills and take care of your family.  We are no different.   Yes, of course we want your business.  But for most of us, we also like the satisfaction we receive of helping you get what you need/want in the process.  Many of us really do want to help improve your life with our products or services.  In exchange, you can help improve ours with some green paper.
  3. We are paid a salary.   What most people do not realize is how “in-home” salesmen get paid.  Many of us are not salaried employees.  We have no guaranteed income.  We travelled to you on our own dime and many of us travelled a good distance to get there.  As an “independent contractor”, we invest 1-2 hours with a customer on our own time with no guarantee of a sale.  Many many days we feel like a volunteer.
  4. We get paid per appointment we run.   Most “in-home” salesmen are paid 100% commission which means that we only make money if you buy something WHILE WE ARE WITH YOU.
  5. All salesmen use high pressure tactics.   Yes, there are some salesmen that are former mafia types that “make you an offer you can’t refuse.”   And sadly, they do not take no for an answer.   But many of us are not wired that way.  Statistically, we have found that if the homeowner does not make a decision in the home while we are with them, they rarely buy later.  This is one reason why we put some “pressure” on you while we are there.  Look at it from our perspective.  YOU called our company and made the appointment.  YOU wanted to learn more about our product or service.  YOU have a definite need/want for what we have.   WE have just given you an hour (or more) of OUR time and expertise FOR FREE.   And WE are held accountable for the result of YOUR appointment with our company.   Every appointment we run is compared against our total sales for the month.   When we are with you and you do not buy – you cost us much more than just our time/gasoline.  You hurt our overall sales percentage which, in turn, affects our income.  Most of us do not put the pressure on you that is placed on us.   HINT: One way to avoid any pressure is to get out your checkbook immediately after our presentation.  🙂

So, on behalf of my “in-home” sales compadres all over the world – may I suggest the following:

  • Do not call our companies to make an appointment unless you are seriously investigating your options.  If you are just curious and window shopping with no intention of making a decision to do this project in the next few weeks, go to google and get your answers there.
  • Only make an appointment if you actually own the house.   You would be surprised at how many phone calls we get from the renters – the people who are not authorized to make major purchasing decisions on a home they don’t own.
  • Have all interested homeowners available when we come.  If you are married, make sure your spouse can attend the appointment.  If you co-own the house with siblings, make sure they can all be there.  There is nothing more frustrating than spending an hour or more OF OUR TIME to discover that you can’t make a decision.  While you were wasting our time, we could have been in another home actually making a sale and supporting our families.
  • Give us time.   Depending on the industry and what we are selling, it takes time to check out your house.  It takes time to measure and take pictures.  It takes time for the small talk.  It takes time to show you our products and explain our services and answer your questions.   Ask the appointment setter on the phone  exactly how much time we will need and then add 30 minutes.
  • Be prepared to make a decision while we are with you.  This is important for 2 reasons.   First, if you don’t decide now – you will not decide later.  You know you want whatever we have.  You know you need it.   Just bite the bullet and get it done.  Secondly, it is in your best interest to do so on the day we arrive.  For customers that decide “today,” we are often in a position to give you the best deal possible.  If the salesman has to come back out to a home to close the deal on another day, that means he cannot be somewhere else making a new sale.  To maximize our time and company resources, we are usually willing to reward you with a discount for simply saying “Yes!” today.
  • Ask for a better price.  The first price offered, though fair, is often not the best price we are allowed to give.  Don’t feel bad about asking for a lower price or adding services to the package.  Most of us who are honest will do whatever we can to help you get what you want at the price you can afford.   We are often willing to give you a MAJOR discount on the spot.  We know if you don’t bite now at the slashed price – you will never bite later when the price goes back up.
  • Be prepared to give a “down payment” of at least 20%.   We ask for this for two primary reasons.  First, it locks in the price that is offered in the home.  Secondly, it is considered a “good faith” deposit and shows us that you are truly serious about moving forward.  When a customer has some “skin in the game,” we find they are more serious about their decision.

Oh.. and one last thing… clean your house and put your dogs away.  We are tired of sitting at your sticky dining room table being licked by Spot.

See you soon!   🙂

What leftovers teach us about ourselves

My friend and I took my 6-year-old to the local community carnival yesterday afternoon.  It was a beautiful day, it was down the road, and it had every component of fun: being together, carnival rides, pony rides, petting zoo, face painting, bouncy house, rednecks to watch, free admission, etc.   We had a wonderful time together.   After two hours of standing in lines, riding rides, walking around – I could tell that my son was thirsty.  Really thirsty.   Besides water, I know of no better thirst quencher than Rita’s water ice – a favorite of mine for years since Rita’s began near my home town in Philadelphia, PA.

Since he is unemployed at the moment, I treated him to his favorite flavor, Green Apple.   Moments after the order, our conversation went something like this:

  • Me: “Hey buddy.  How is it?”
  • Him: “Greeeeat!” (said with the same enthusiasm as Tony the Tiger)
  • Me: “Can I have a little taste?”
  • Him: “Um, no thank you.”
  • Me: “Why not?  (There is no reply.  Just a constant shoveling of water ice in his mouth.)
  • Me: “Come on, just one bite.  It looks so good.”
  • Him: “It’s great.  If you wanted one, you should have bought one.”, he says smiling.
  • Me: “I did buy one.  I thought we could share, that’s why I got a medium size!”
  • Him: “Dad, come on – it’s sooo good.   If I have any left at the end, you can have some.”
  • Me: “Gee thanks”, I say with a smirk.
  • Me: “Can I hold your water ice while you go on the next ride?”
  • Him: “Nice try, Dad.”

The truth is, I didn’t really want a taste.  I was thrilled that he was happy and satisfied.  I bought the whole thing for him and just wanted to see his reaction to my question.   As we drove home, I pondered his stingy-ness.  Without me, he wouldn’t even have that water ice.  I don’t think he was pondering anything but water ice and how to keep it out of my reach.

Here is what I realized – painful as it is to admit:

Like most negative traits in a child’s life, they learned it from a parent.  But which one??   Since his mom is more generous than I am, I knew this one was my fault.  But, (I began to rationalize) when do they not see me share?   I feel like I share everything with everyone.  I don’t feel stingy in my heart.   I’m quick to offer what I have to anyone who needs it, especially my children.  Feeling pretty good about my track record of sharing, I had a silent conviction come over me.

  • God: “You don’t share with Me.”
  • Me: “When do I not… nevermind.”

I found myself mentally arguing with God.  I have come to learn this is a futile exercise.  I always lose this discussion as I realize His mountain of evidence against me is a rather quick and embarrassing checkmate.

In every area of my life, God provides for my daily needs and I often refuse to give Him a taste in return.   I’m too interested enjoying the refreshment of His blessing while He wants me to simply acknowledge the Blesser.   I do share well with others – just not Him.  When God provides me with the strength/ability to produce a paycheck, all He asks for is 10% in return.  God doesn’t need my money.  He knows I need to give it.  God doesn’t care that I own the money – He wants to make sure the money doesn’t own me.  And even if I were to consistently tithe my income (give 10% back to the church, charity, etc), He reminded me that I don’t share enough of me with Him.

In the ten minute ride home – God reminded me of my love for my kids.   It wasn’t audible but the impression on my heart was clear:

“Rod, you love being with your kids.  You love hearing their voice, hearing their stories. You love the late night talks, I provide.  You love walking with  them, playing with them.  You love their questions.  You love their thought process.  You love hearing about their joys and helping them through their pains.  You love when they need your help.  You love when they want to sit next to you or hold your hand.  You love watching them while they sleep and watching them as they play.  And as you love all this with them, I love doing all that with you.  You may not withhold certain things from Me, but you often withhold your heart.”

Checkmate.

God wants me to share life with Him, the good and the bad.  The fun and the difficult. And too often, I’m only willing to give Him “whatever is left at the end.”   Like my son’s water ice, there is usually nothing left over at the end.

Rita’s reminded me of something yesterday.   This is why God asks for our first-fruits.  And when we give Him our leftovers – it reveals more about us than we would care to admit.

As we pulled into the driveway, I hear this sweet little voice from the back seat, “Here you go, Daddy“.   Was my son actually going to share with me???    Disappointedly, my son was handing me his empty Rita’s cup and spoon.   He was handing me his trash.

I got the lesson.   First fruits.  No leftovers.  No trash.

“Honor the LORD with your wealth, with the first fruits of ALL your crops..” – Proverbs 3:9  (emphasis mine)