Asking the Impolite Question

Two very famous people died yesterday....along with a whole lot of other people who were not famous. The media talks on and on and on about the contributions of those who were famous. No one asks what has apparently become an impolite question....where are they today?

Of course, no one really knows the answer to that for any of us. No one else knows what is in our minds and hearts, all private and hidden away in our innermost beings.

Most of those in the media probably believe there is no 'today' for those who died yesterday, or perhaps, they believe in a peaceful beyond into which we all pass regardless of the life we have lived.

But suppose, heaven and hell actually exist, and there is some defining question? Has your life conformed to God's plan for you? Have you considered God's claim on your life? What have you done with Jesus?

Last night I listened to a clip from an interview Barbara Walters did with Farrah Fawcett. At one point, Farrah said, "I just think I should be able to do what I want to do." Now maybe this was not her basic life philosophy, maybe the clip was somehow taken out of context. But, what if it was the theme of her life? Would her talent, beauty, bravery in her fight against cancer, or love for her son mean more in evaluating her life, than such an underlying philosophy?

Similarly, I saw a clip of an interview Ed Bradley did with Michael Jackson. He tried to get Michael to admit that his behavior with young boys certainly looked 'bad' to others...allowing young boys who were not related to him to sleep in his bed. Michael's response indicated that he could do this, and that anyone who thought ill of it was just plain wrong. He could defy social convention, and it should be ignored. In other words, he should be allowed to do what he wanted to do. His talent was immense, but does that entitle him to go against what society views as acceptable in dealing with children?

Here's the thing....none of us gets to do what we want to do all...or even most...of the time. We all have to live in the context of a family and a society and many other relationships in which someone else's needs or wishes may override ours. For many of us, we also decide to live in the context of a relationship with God. We believe it is that relationship, and not immense talent or fame, which will determine our destiny for eternity.

I don't know where Michael or Farrah or anyone else who died yesterday is today. God is wiser than I. He alone knows what is hidden to all others. But, 'today' someone who died yesterday in obscurity may be the one receiving the loudest applause.

Reflections on 41 years of marriage

Today I am celebrating the anniversary of marriage to my wonderful husband. I can't believe it is 41 years already. For the most part, it seems as though the years have flown past. While one is in the midst of a difficult day, it seems interminable. But, when one looks back on the years, they have gone by in a flash.
So here we are 4 kids and 8 grandkids later. We have only lived in two homes, and Bill has only had one job, but life has been full and varied. We have stuck together through wonderful times and absolutely horrible times.
We have had fewer fights than can be counted on the fingers of one hand....lots of debates and discussions...but very very few harsh words. We respect each other, and we each defer to the other in certain areas. He never argues with me about health or education related issues, and I never argue with him about money. That is not to say that we never ask each other quetions about these topics. We use each other as a sounding board when thinking through issues. We always consult each other on decisions which impact the others life.
There are some things about him that drive me crazy, but I expect there are things that I do and say that drive him crazy too.
Even if we have 41 more years together...which I know we won't...it won't be enough.

Backyard Drama

Instead of a traditional garage, we have a large carriage house. However, like many traditional garages, it has a basketball hoop on the front. Unfortunately, this creates a cozy space in which pigeons have been building a nest for many years. We have tried numerous means of getting rid of the pigeons nesting behind the backboard, but nothing has worked...not the plastic owl...not the rubber snake...not multiple occasions when my husband has destroyed the entire nest.

On Saturday I looked out the kitchen window and noticed that the current resident of the nest was sitting up on the backboard with two young offspring. The young ones were stretching their wings thinking about trying them out. The mother pushed against one of the birds moving it towards the end of the backboard. She pushed again and again until finally the young bird was clinging to the last inch of space.

Underneath the backboard watching every move were...not one...not two....but three neighborhood cats. One was sitting ready to pounce, one was standing with tail moving slowly from side to side. The third was laying on his back with eyes fixed on the activity above him. I imagine they were all salivating.

I was thinking that pigeons aren't very bright. She was about to push junior off and turn him into an early Thanksgiving dinner. But, after pushing the young bird to the very edge, she flew off, and a short time later, the young bird flew off too. Later I saw the mother and both young birds perched on the barn roof. Either she is lucky or smarter than I thought.

The cats had wandered off. I expect they were deeply disappointed.

Turtle on the Line

Today on the way home, I was cruising along through a rural area at 55 mph plus, when I spied a small object on the yellow line in the middle of the road. There sat a turtle whose shell was about the same diameter as a tea cup. The poor thing appeared to still be alive as the shell was dome shaped...not squashed flat, and there was daylight between its head and the pavement.

I suppose turtles don't experience consternation and/or sheer terror...both of which seemed appropriate.

Perhaps he was thinking, "So...I've made it this far...if I move, the odds of meeting my demise are pretty good, but if I don't move, I'll get it sooner or later too. What to do? What to do? Why, oh why, did I leave that nice muddy ditch?"

I certainly sympathize. I have had times in my life when I felt like a turtle on the yellow line.

Sunday Dinner at Grandma's

Times have sure changed!

When I was little, Sunday dinner at Grandma's was a frequent event and a major gathering of family.  I loved the delicious home-cooked meals.  I especially remember yellow beans with buttered bread crumbs and pineapple upside down cake with real whipped cream...not Cool Whip.  I was fascinted with the adult discusssion at these events.  My mother's brothers were loud, argumentative and opinionated, but also highly intelligent.  Sometimes when I was done eating, rather than excusing myself, I would crawl under the table and just sit there listening.

Today after church, Bill and I said that we would help his Dad plant the gravesites of his parents and other family members in a small cemetery outside of town.  On the way there, we stopped at a sub shop for lunch.  Two older ladies were behind the counter making the subs to order.  A family was already seated and eating when we arrived.  As they got up to leave, the mother said to her daughter, "Go say 'good-bye' to Grandma."  The young girl stuck her head in the door that led behind the counter and called, "Bye, Grandma."  Then the young woman called out, "Thanks, Mom."

Now that gives new meaning to Sunday Dinner with Grandma!

Across the Street

I am sitting in a hotel in Louisville, Kentucky, adjacent to a medical complex.  From my room on the third floor, I can see a short distance into the fifth floor of the building across the street.  Large windows the length of the building reveal a row of recliner chairs with an IV pole next to each.   In addition to the chairs, there appears to be one room that is private and has a cot in it.  I am guessing this area of the fifth floor to be a chemotherapy parlor.

A few minutes ago people began arriving and sitting in the chairs.  One man is accompanied by a woman who is sitting in a standard chair which she pulled up right next to the recliner.  I expect that she is holding his hand.  Perhaps this is a first time experience for the man in the chair.  A white coated nurse stood next to him talking at length...probably explaining what was about to happen.

Another man, with no hesitation on his arrival, turned his recliner around to face the window.  I am guessing this is not his first time.  Interesting, that his focus is outward.  I wonder if it will improve the odds of the chemo working.

I don't know any of these people across the street.  I will go about my day today attending a conference, while they allow a toxic substance to flow into their bodies, hoping that it will kill the cancer cells and not them.

I wish them well.

Children's Sermon-Getting dirty

Need: a pair of new work gloves and a pair of dirty work gloves.

(Here is what I said....you would need to adapt.)
I just bought this pair of work gloves for my husband. The label is still on, and they are perfectly clean. You can see no work has been done in them. (At this point, someone in the congregation called out a smart remark about my husband not doing any work and me trying to coerce him. I hadn't seen that coming.)
But, I have another pair of work gloves. When my son was a little boy...probably about 5 or 6...he was hanging around while his dad was working. I think they were stacking wood. He came in the house and said to me, "Mom, I need a pair of dirty little work gloves."
I replied, "I can get you a pair of work gloves, but you will need to put the dirt on them yourself."
This reminds me of the Bible verse in Phillipians that tells us "work out your own salvation."
When we accept Christ as our personal Savior, we receive eternal life, and we are set on a course for heaven. We do not get salvation by works...it is by faith in Christ. However, from that point on, we are supposed to be doing God's work in the world. We are responsible for putting the dirt on our own gloves.
The brand new work gloves are just like all the others on the rack at the store. The "dirty little work gloves" are special and one of a kind. Someone has lived life in them, done work in them. They have personality.
Each day of our lives, we should be asking God how He wants us to get our hands dirty that day. What work does He want us to do. That is how we "work out our own salvation." God didn't save us and put Jesus in our hearts, so that we could sit back and cruise into heaven. He has a job for each of us, and we need to discover for ourselves what that job is.
So go out and get your work gloves dirty!