Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
A New Life Lesson
Even at 51 this old dog can still learn some new tricks or, shall I say, some new lessons. Let me tell you what I mean. Father's Day is coming up. My mother called me for some advice on something in which my dad had shown some interest. As he doesn't usually give any clue as to any gifts he'd like, she remembered it.
I researched the item, we discussed it, and we decided I would get it for her. An internet purchase seemed the easiest way; after all I'm in Arkansas and she's in Alabama, but they're planning to be in town on Father's Day. She insisted on giving me her credit card number with which to purchase the item. I would either have it shipped to me or, as the case would be, have it held for me to pick up at the local store that sold the item.
I tried to purchase the item on their website but ended up wasting over half an hour trying to get the data to enter so I could order it. No joy, so I called the customer service number on the website-- on hold for 20 minutes. I finally spoke to a human being, one who could actually speak English, and began the arduous task or ordering the item.
We identified the item in question, make, model, features, etc., agreed that I would go to the local store to pick it up and got to the actual purchase. I told the operator I would be the one picking up the item, that my mother was paying for the item, but that I had all her pertinent information. She took the information then informed me that she would have to speak with my mother. Well, that's not necessarily a problem but as my parents are retired, they are often together--a beautiful thing unless you're trying to surprise your spouse! Anyway, my mother happened to be alone and able to take the call giving permission for me to use her card to make a purchase for her that I would simply be picking up. When the operator got back to me I clearly remember asking if it would be any problem for me, not the cardholder on record, but the son of the cardholder, even with same unusual last name to pick up the item from the local store. "Oh no sir, not at all. I've noted all the information you'll need to pick up the item at the North Little Rock location." Cool, all I would need to do is be able to provide my personal i.d.
Upon entering the store I felt a pall come over me and I knew this wouldn't be as easy as it should have been. Sometimes I hate to be right. I went to the pickup desk, gave the clerk my name, showed her my i.d., and told her what the item was I was there to retrieve. She found the item, set it down in front of me, and then asked me if I had the credit card with me that was used to purchase the item. [Let me pause for just a moment and let you know that at this stage of my life, I have experienced some shortening of my fuse. I can become easily agitated with the smallest of stimuli, something like, exactly like this exact experience.] I sighed and long, deep sigh and began to explain the clerk the transaction from the day before on the telephone. I asked if there were any notes on the invoice that could prove that I had actually had a discussion with, and made previous arrangements, for there not to be this very problem. Of course there was nothing on the ticket! I asked what would need to happen for me to take possession of the item that had already been paid for. She said that the cardholder (mom) would have to call 1-888-the store name and explain the problem to a totally different person with no knowledge of the transaction and that somewhere between one hour and 3 days the item would be released. I asked if they could call the cardholder (mom) and have her share proof that indeed, she had used her card and that it was in her possession...300+ miles away. Uh, no, that's not our policy. [Oops, too late, agitation!] I swallowed my anger and the words that had come naturally to my consciousness, did an abrupt about-face and began to walk away. I called my mom to explain the situation to her and have her jump through the necessary hoops to satisfy their company policies. The more I talked to her, the more agitated I became and I asked her to just hang tight, that I was gonna take one more shot at a reasonable solution and then call her back.
I asked to speak to the highest ranking member of management on the property, the door manager called someone on his walkie-talkie and told me someone would be with me in just a few minutes. This gave me time to take some deep, cleansing breaths and try to get the rage to subside before I began to run roughshod through the store destroying merchandise and inflicting much harm upon innocent bystanders. After a moment (really too many for my liking) a round little man with fat little hands walked up to me and extended one of the Vienna-sausage looking appendages for me to shake. I was all too eager to give him the grip of death. He then made the mistake of asking me what the problem was and what he could do to make me a satisfied customer. (insert another very heavy sigh to blow off accumulated pressure.)
Attempting to remain calm, I went through the whole story with him. He explained to me why the policy was in place that the clerk had explained, but that he said some leeway as a manager. He would be happen to look at the transaction on the computer and see what he could do. So he and I walked back to the counter where the clerk was standing, wondering how soon I was going to lose it and jump over the sales counter. Manager dude looked at the ticket, asked a couple of questions, then asked if we could call my mother to try to straighten this out, once and for all. "Sure," I said. Hoping that dad had not come back into the house and was close enough to mom's phone to spoil the surprise. Thankfully dad was still at a safe distance and mom could talk, she answered all of his questions, "who she was, how she spelled that, was that German, and what was the credit card number"? After being satisfied with her response, he thanked her for providing the information.
It was then that the lesson became clear. I heard ole' sausage fingers say, "Well, no ma'am, he didn't tell me that." He laughed his fake manager laugh, told her have a nice day and hung up my phone. He smiled and told me my mom was 'precious' and that she had asked him if I had said anything ugly because "he's a preacher you-know?"
After I quickly rewound and played back all related conversations in a nano-second, I just smiled at him. He asked where I ministered, I told him. The poor clerk who heretofore had shrunk back against the back counter said that she lives very close to the church. Trying to gather my quivering self I invited both of them to come visit us with their families anytime, gave them the times of our services and left them each one of my business cards. They handed me the little box that had started all this hoopla, we all exchanged thank yous, and I quickly exited the facility.
How quickly I could have brought reproach upon my reputation and that of the church I am blessed to serve? How quickly could I have reinforced the stereotype of what the world thinks of Christians, how quickly could I have soiled the beauty of my Savior?
From now on, I will try to remember to ask the question. How would you proceed with this conversation if you knew the very next person they speak to will be your mother? That will change your whole attitude, at least it will mine!
Lord, please help me to always guard my heart, my tongue, and my composition, so as to never bring reproach upon You, Your church, or me--Your servant. Amen.
I researched the item, we discussed it, and we decided I would get it for her. An internet purchase seemed the easiest way; after all I'm in Arkansas and she's in Alabama, but they're planning to be in town on Father's Day. She insisted on giving me her credit card number with which to purchase the item. I would either have it shipped to me or, as the case would be, have it held for me to pick up at the local store that sold the item.
I tried to purchase the item on their website but ended up wasting over half an hour trying to get the data to enter so I could order it. No joy, so I called the customer service number on the website-- on hold for 20 minutes. I finally spoke to a human being, one who could actually speak English, and began the arduous task or ordering the item.
We identified the item in question, make, model, features, etc., agreed that I would go to the local store to pick it up and got to the actual purchase. I told the operator I would be the one picking up the item, that my mother was paying for the item, but that I had all her pertinent information. She took the information then informed me that she would have to speak with my mother. Well, that's not necessarily a problem but as my parents are retired, they are often together--a beautiful thing unless you're trying to surprise your spouse! Anyway, my mother happened to be alone and able to take the call giving permission for me to use her card to make a purchase for her that I would simply be picking up. When the operator got back to me I clearly remember asking if it would be any problem for me, not the cardholder on record, but the son of the cardholder, even with same unusual last name to pick up the item from the local store. "Oh no sir, not at all. I've noted all the information you'll need to pick up the item at the North Little Rock location." Cool, all I would need to do is be able to provide my personal i.d.
Upon entering the store I felt a pall come over me and I knew this wouldn't be as easy as it should have been. Sometimes I hate to be right. I went to the pickup desk, gave the clerk my name, showed her my i.d., and told her what the item was I was there to retrieve. She found the item, set it down in front of me, and then asked me if I had the credit card with me that was used to purchase the item. [Let me pause for just a moment and let you know that at this stage of my life, I have experienced some shortening of my fuse. I can become easily agitated with the smallest of stimuli, something like, exactly like this exact experience.] I sighed and long, deep sigh and began to explain the clerk the transaction from the day before on the telephone. I asked if there were any notes on the invoice that could prove that I had actually had a discussion with, and made previous arrangements, for there not to be this very problem. Of course there was nothing on the ticket! I asked what would need to happen for me to take possession of the item that had already been paid for. She said that the cardholder (mom) would have to call 1-888-the store name and explain the problem to a totally different person with no knowledge of the transaction and that somewhere between one hour and 3 days the item would be released. I asked if they could call the cardholder (mom) and have her share proof that indeed, she had used her card and that it was in her possession...300+ miles away. Uh, no, that's not our policy. [Oops, too late, agitation!] I swallowed my anger and the words that had come naturally to my consciousness, did an abrupt about-face and began to walk away. I called my mom to explain the situation to her and have her jump through the necessary hoops to satisfy their company policies. The more I talked to her, the more agitated I became and I asked her to just hang tight, that I was gonna take one more shot at a reasonable solution and then call her back.
I asked to speak to the highest ranking member of management on the property, the door manager called someone on his walkie-talkie and told me someone would be with me in just a few minutes. This gave me time to take some deep, cleansing breaths and try to get the rage to subside before I began to run roughshod through the store destroying merchandise and inflicting much harm upon innocent bystanders. After a moment (really too many for my liking) a round little man with fat little hands walked up to me and extended one of the Vienna-sausage looking appendages for me to shake. I was all too eager to give him the grip of death. He then made the mistake of asking me what the problem was and what he could do to make me a satisfied customer. (insert another very heavy sigh to blow off accumulated pressure.)
Attempting to remain calm, I went through the whole story with him. He explained to me why the policy was in place that the clerk had explained, but that he said some leeway as a manager. He would be happen to look at the transaction on the computer and see what he could do. So he and I walked back to the counter where the clerk was standing, wondering how soon I was going to lose it and jump over the sales counter. Manager dude looked at the ticket, asked a couple of questions, then asked if we could call my mother to try to straighten this out, once and for all. "Sure," I said. Hoping that dad had not come back into the house and was close enough to mom's phone to spoil the surprise. Thankfully dad was still at a safe distance and mom could talk, she answered all of his questions, "who she was, how she spelled that, was that German, and what was the credit card number"? After being satisfied with her response, he thanked her for providing the information.
It was then that the lesson became clear. I heard ole' sausage fingers say, "Well, no ma'am, he didn't tell me that." He laughed his fake manager laugh, told her have a nice day and hung up my phone. He smiled and told me my mom was 'precious' and that she had asked him if I had said anything ugly because "he's a preacher you-know?"
After I quickly rewound and played back all related conversations in a nano-second, I just smiled at him. He asked where I ministered, I told him. The poor clerk who heretofore had shrunk back against the back counter said that she lives very close to the church. Trying to gather my quivering self I invited both of them to come visit us with their families anytime, gave them the times of our services and left them each one of my business cards. They handed me the little box that had started all this hoopla, we all exchanged thank yous, and I quickly exited the facility.
How quickly I could have brought reproach upon my reputation and that of the church I am blessed to serve? How quickly could I have reinforced the stereotype of what the world thinks of Christians, how quickly could I have soiled the beauty of my Savior?
From now on, I will try to remember to ask the question. How would you proceed with this conversation if you knew the very next person they speak to will be your mother? That will change your whole attitude, at least it will mine!
Lord, please help me to always guard my heart, my tongue, and my composition, so as to never bring reproach upon You, Your church, or me--Your servant. Amen.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Regarding Boston
Yesterday’s unbelievable tragedy at the Boston Marathon is a
terrible reminder of the evil that exists in this world. As I watched the video
images and heard the news reports I couldn't help but remember how many finish
lines at which I have stood with friends and family members cheering Shelia on
to a great finish. We, just like those people in Boston, never
expected a bomb to explode, much less two bombs—and if the news reports are
correct a third unexploded bomb was located as well.
As Christians there are several messages we need to
remember.
First, this world is
not our home, it is an evil place full of adversaries. 1 Peter 5:8-9 NKJV - Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the
devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. 9-Resist
him, steadfast in the faith, knowing that the same sufferings are experienced
by your brotherhood in the world. There is an evil force at work in the world
and his sole purpose is to destroy anything connected with God and those He
loves (everyone!).
Second, there is hate
in the world. Was this the work of religious extremists, foreign terrorists,
or some sick individual that wanted to spread fear and destruction? We don’t
know yet, but for someone(s) to set off bombs in a crowd is not an act of love
but of hate. We are told that America is hated by other countries, and that may
be so, but there is a deeper hatred. John 15:18-19 NKJV - "If the world hates
you, you know that it hated Me before [it hated] you. 19-If you were of the
world, the world would love its own. Yet because you are not of the world, but
I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you.”
Third, and most
important, God is still in control! We are not hopeless, this evil will be
avenged, and the suffering will be comforted.
John 16:33 NKJV - "These
things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you
will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."
So what should be our response? Look to the Word of God.
1. Love and pray for those who did this evil.
The only hope is for the hearts of those who did this and those like them is to be
turned to righteousness, the righteousness of Jesus Christ. Matthew 5:44 NKJV - "But I say to you,
love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you,
and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you…”
2. Love and comfort one another. 1 John 3:11-19 NKJV - For this is the
message that you heard from the beginning, that we should love one another, 12-not
as Cain [who] was of the wicked one and murdered his brother. And why did he
murder him? Because his works were evil and his brother's righteous. 13-Do not
marvel, my brethren, if the world hates you. 14-We know that we have passed
from death to life, because we love the brethren. He who does not love [his]
brother abides in death. 15-Whoever hates his brother is a murderer, and you
know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him. 16-By this we know love,
because He laid down His life for us. And we also ought to lay down [our] lives
for the brethren. 17-But whoever has this world's goods, and sees his brother
in need, and shuts up his heart from him, how does the love of God abide in
him? 18-My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed
and in truth. 19-And by this we know that we are of the truth, and shall assure
our hearts before Him.
3. See the world the way God does, lost souls
in need of a Savior. No one expected yesterday’s events but the harsh truth
is that death is certain, its timing is not. We will all die and after death,
the judgment. May we see yesterday’s tragedy as a clarion call to be salt and
light to a dying world. To reignite our love for the lost and to ignite our
passion for the Gospel and to share the love of Christ boldly with souls bound for an
eternal destiny!
These borrowed lyrics are from a Brandon Heath song,
“Give me your eyes
for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken-hearted
Ones that are far beyond my reach.
Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see.”
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken-hearted
Ones that are far beyond my reach.
Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see.”
May we see the need for salvation and then
see opportunities to share the good news! The time is here, the time is now! People need the Lord!
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Sidelined
I remember hitting and bouncing once on my left side. I don't know that I remember a crack but I instantly remember not being able to breathe and the weight of the bike on my legs. In no time at all some good Samaritans rushed up and picked the bike up off of me, called 911 and saw about my welfare. The man in front of me knew exactly what happened and felt bad, but it wasn't his fault. He gave me his name and number and asked me to check back with him.
This all happened on Camp Robinson Rd. between the fire station and the back of First Baptist Church. The firemen said that they would park the bike in the fire station until I could get it picked up. Against some advise I wanted to stand up so I grabbed a couple of hands, got up and stood against a light pole trying to catch my breath and call my family as the police and EMT's arrived. A cop showed up and asked for my license, the EMT's showed up and started packing me into the back. The cop told me since it was a single vehicle accident there was no need for a report or citation. We then sped off.
This was my first ride in a ambulance, and hopefully my last. Here I am, a big guy, lying on a small gurney, in a large truck with little or no suspension. At one point I asked if I could just get out and walk! We backed into the hospital and I instantly began to dread the trip from the rig to the ground when the driver came around the back of the truck. He was bigger than I was, so when he said, "I've got you bubba" I felt better. It was a good trip.
I was quickly rolled into the ER, and was quickly joined by my daughter and son-in-law. My wife soon followed since I had called her from the "crime-scene". They took my vitals and some blood and called for a CAT scan. I finally got some IV drugs and was taken for the CAT scan which showed 3 broken ribs, up high in my back. No punctured lungs or any further damage. They were concerned about my neck since I had a fusion a couple of years back, but no worries.
During all the hub-bub Matt called my best friend Grumpy and told him about things. He offered to go get my bike and take it home for me. The firemen were very nice. I appreciate them! He was able to ride it home, it appeared the only damage was the highway peg on the left engine guard had been broken off. No other damage. It appears I had protected the bike with my body!
At any rate, the people at the Springhill ER took good care of me and sent me home with a page of prescriptions. We pulled up to the Walgreens in Jacksonville and found that there was no pharmacist in right them so no go. We drove over to Walmart and found the window closed, but there was an angel in sight. Kristen Killebrew, one of our friends from the Landmark days and one of Jennifer's dear friends, is a lab-tech there and was still in the pharmacy. Shelia stuck out her bottom lip and Kristen opened the window. Shelia explained the situation and Kristen said she's take care of it. What a blessing!
It's been a long week, full of pain and frustration, but I'm learning my limitations. People have been so gracious and I've received lots of prayer support. I guess the worst part of the accident, besides the broken peg, the ruined boots, and the broken ribs, was the missed opportunity to go to WhoDats in Bald Knob for dinner. But, we've made plans to make up for that opportunity tonight with Grumpy and Vicky! I'm gonna be sure to stay away from anything that could hurt me until after we get back! One more thing, I never got my driver's license back from the officer! I didn't realize that 'til Wednesday. They're supposed to be looking for it! :)
Thanks for your prayers, love ya'll
Friday, January 11, 2013
I think I'm too old for this!?!
The first 4 days of January for the last several years, Louie Giglio and other Christian leaders hold what is called the "Passion" conference. It is designed for high school seniors and college-aged students and their leaders. Since our Youth Pastor recently left us to join the staff of a sister church that left me with the opportunity to be that adult leader. No problem, I thought, my youngest daughter Jennifer has attended the last 3 years or so and really enjoys it so this should be good. The first downside was that we leave on New Year's Eve so I would have to miss one of the real highlights of the holiday season, the New Year's Eve party at the Parmers. Oh well, Shelia would represent us and have a great time.
Departure day arrived and the group began showing up promptly at 7 am to start loading "new blue", a 30 passenger Chevrolet bus our church had just recently acquired. This would be her maiden voyage as the "Faith Bus". A few minutes into loading and I got a phone call that two of our number had overslept and would be about 30 minutes late. Oh well, no real worries, we'll go top of the tank, eat another doughnut, and wait it out.
At 7:45 we were on the road and all seemed to be well except around Hazen I began noticing that the voltage meter was beginning to slip. By the time we got just past Forrest City it had dropped down to about 9 amps. Not good I thought. It was beginning to act sluggish so I pulled off at the Earle, AR exit and slid into a parking place (or 4) at a truck stop. As soon as I killed the engine I tried to start it again, I had my fears and of course they were realized. Nothing. So I go into the truck stop and start asking around for a auto or truck repair place that might be close and might be open on New Year's Eve. Also around this time I contacted Bro. Tim Eubank, our super mechanic/deacon/friend and rescuer, as he was the one who had found this vehicle at an auction. Needless to say, he wasn't very happy and his brain began to work. I told him just to hang loose and let me see what I could do.
I got nowhere with the local truck stop so I went iPad on them and found some local numbers. The first was a bust, but the second shop said they could bring us a battery that should make it so we could get to the shop. Between Tim and I we had already decided it was most likely an alternator problem, but until we got the old one off there wasn't much we could do. We waited and waited for the guy to show up, finally after about an hour and a half I got impatient and thought I'd try the impossible and see it she would start. To my surprise she did, and about that time the dude showed up. We followed him to his shop, hoping the battery had recovered enough to get us there.
It did, we pulled into the front yard of a very small automotive shop in downtown Earle, Arkansas. Early tests confirmed, the alternator was dead. Now to find a replacement. One would think that being a Chevrolet van with a 454 engine that the alternator that it would call for would be the same as any other 1997 Chevrolet van with a 454. Well after about 6 hours of trial and mainly error it was discovered that since the van had been accessorized with an electric door, extra lights, etc. that whoever customized the bus put a Ford alternator on it. Finally, late that afternoon in a light rain, the new alternator was installed and we pulled out of the quaint little town of Earle, AR.
One little adventure that bears mention, about noon or so the troops were beginning to get hungry, so I asked the shop owner where we could get something to eat. He told me about a barbecue joint a few blocks away, so I ventured out to check it out. First, it was open...good so far. When I popped my head in there was seating available....good. The man behind the cash register assured me that they could handle 17 for lunch, so I went back to gather the troops. Their eyes widened as we walked around the corner at the Mom and Pop barbecue stand, but everyone enjoyed what they got and memories were made.
As we left, darkness fell as did the rain, and the electric door had been disengaged to let the students get on and off the bus, so we had to stop at a gas station, buy a screwdriver, have super Tim tell us what to do and fix the door so it would fly open with every corner.
But we were on the road! We stopped for supper, and for fuel every now and then, and at around 4 am we pulled into our hotel in downtown Atlanta. We got unloaded, I checked us in and passed out the keys and told the students that we would meet up at 10:30 the next morning, go grab some sleep. (Personal note: these kids had been asleep most of the way but good ole' Jeff had driven the whole way!). When I asked the hotel valet where we needed to park the beast he told me about a AAA lot a block and a half away. When I got there the height limit was way less than the van, so Joe and I drove around until we found a public commuter lot with space available. We look two, paid the computer kiosk and walked the 3 1/2 blocks back to the hotel, in the rain. When I finally laid down, the clock said 5:30 am.
Eight seconds later, or so it seemed, I woke up at about 9:45 am. I quietly showered and ventured out into the hotel's catacombs to find breakfast options. Luckily there was a sky bridge to a mall of sorts that had lots of different little restaurants, so I went back to the hotel to meet the students and have breakfast, which by this time had to be lunch...yaay!
After lunch I needed to go to the Georgia Dome to pick up our tickets/wristbands. The only problem was, it was almost a mile away and it was still raining. Suck it up buttercup, let's get this done. So my trusty helper Joe McDaniel and I ventured through the mean streets of Atlanta til we got to HQ and planted ourselves in line. We were wet and the line was long, but everything worked out and we headed back to the hotel...yes, in the rain.
After a quick supper we all headed down the street to the Dome (again, in the rain) to stand outside (in the rain) until the doors opened. There were 60,000 people wanting to get into the Dome, so even when the doors opened, this just took awhile.
I don't have time or space to go into all the adventures, so I'll just say the first night of the conference was awesome. Lights, music, the speaker, everything was awesome. Then we were separated into our community groups and off we went. After the group meetings were over, we all met up for the trek back to the hotel...yes, that's right...in the rain. When we got back, Joe and I had to go back to the parking lot to feed the meter for the bus's parking spots. When I finally got into bed, the clock said 2:00 am and I had blisters from walking 4 miles in wet shoes, oh well. Tomorrow will be a brighter day.
Well, the next four days of sessions and meetings were great. Really enjoyed them all, and even got to see 60,000 box lunches from Jason's Deli distributed in 24 minutes...twice! The only downside was the long walk to and from the Dome, with blisters, and arranging meals for the group.
On Thursday, I needed to attend a staff meeting back in NLR so our pastor, Techno-Bob had found some software that would enable me to attend the meeting on my iPad. The trouble was the wifi had all been claimed by the Passion people, so I had to go back to the hotel and pay 15 bucks to download and connect.
As good as the conference was, I never got in bed before 2:00 am all week long, so on Thursday night, knowing we had to check out, load up, eat breakfast, and get to a 9:00 session the next morning. I told the kiddos I'd meet them at the front doors with the bus, get them loaded, then send them to the conference. I was gonna grab a nap if I was gonna drive all the way back to NLR from Atlanta.
So early Friday morning I woke up, walked the 3 1/2 blocks to the parking lot (the same one I walked to every night to feed the meters), started the bus and drove to the hotel. We loaded up uneventfully, I instructed the kids of my plan, and where I would try to be parked to meet up after the conference and away they went.
I had arranged with the hotel to park under the canopy for 3 hours while I grabbed a nap and loaded my stuff up, at no small fee! I parked, went to my room and passed out...for 30 minutes until housekeeping banged on my door. I explained to the nice lady that I would be using this room until about 10 am and wouldn't require anything, thank you. Could I go back to sleep? Of course not. So I showered, packed up, loaded up, checked out, and headed out in search of a parking spot closer to the Georgia Dome. What was I thinking!?! Anyway, after much consternation, I asked the valet at the Holiday Inn if I could park on his lot for a couple of hours. Well kids, everything has it's price.
Eventually the conference was over and I found the students and we headed out of Atlanta. We found a Cracker Barrel and chowed down to be able to make the long trip ahead. As we got onto the interstate, Old Blue (the bus) began bogging down on any incline. This made the trip home quite agonizing as we could get up to about 70 mph on a long hill downward, but going up some hills we went as slow as 26 mph. But we drove on through the night. We had to stop every so often for fuel, meals, and to let the bus recover from her fits.
Finally around 1:00 am we pulled into the church parking lot, unloaded and I parked "old blue" in her new spot, letting Jennifer drive me home. When I went to bed Saturday night (the next night) that was the first night in the last 5 that I had been in bed before 2:00 am. This from the guy who watched Channel 16 news because it comes on at 9 pm!
Again, let me say Passion was a great conference, and the kids were great. No grumbling or fit-throwing. But looking back, I think I might have gotten too old for things like this!
Sunday morning I bragged that I had a great time and obviously was still "hip", Bro. Bob's comment was, "Yes, you're hip, but it's an artificial one!" I think you may be right, my friend. I think I'll go lay down and take a nap!
Departure day arrived and the group began showing up promptly at 7 am to start loading "new blue", a 30 passenger Chevrolet bus our church had just recently acquired. This would be her maiden voyage as the "Faith Bus". A few minutes into loading and I got a phone call that two of our number had overslept and would be about 30 minutes late. Oh well, no real worries, we'll go top of the tank, eat another doughnut, and wait it out.
At 7:45 we were on the road and all seemed to be well except around Hazen I began noticing that the voltage meter was beginning to slip. By the time we got just past Forrest City it had dropped down to about 9 amps. Not good I thought. It was beginning to act sluggish so I pulled off at the Earle, AR exit and slid into a parking place (or 4) at a truck stop. As soon as I killed the engine I tried to start it again, I had my fears and of course they were realized. Nothing. So I go into the truck stop and start asking around for a auto or truck repair place that might be close and might be open on New Year's Eve. Also around this time I contacted Bro. Tim Eubank, our super mechanic/deacon/friend and rescuer, as he was the one who had found this vehicle at an auction. Needless to say, he wasn't very happy and his brain began to work. I told him just to hang loose and let me see what I could do.
I got nowhere with the local truck stop so I went iPad on them and found some local numbers. The first was a bust, but the second shop said they could bring us a battery that should make it so we could get to the shop. Between Tim and I we had already decided it was most likely an alternator problem, but until we got the old one off there wasn't much we could do. We waited and waited for the guy to show up, finally after about an hour and a half I got impatient and thought I'd try the impossible and see it she would start. To my surprise she did, and about that time the dude showed up. We followed him to his shop, hoping the battery had recovered enough to get us there.
It did, we pulled into the front yard of a very small automotive shop in downtown Earle, Arkansas. Early tests confirmed, the alternator was dead. Now to find a replacement. One would think that being a Chevrolet van with a 454 engine that the alternator that it would call for would be the same as any other 1997 Chevrolet van with a 454. Well after about 6 hours of trial and mainly error it was discovered that since the van had been accessorized with an electric door, extra lights, etc. that whoever customized the bus put a Ford alternator on it. Finally, late that afternoon in a light rain, the new alternator was installed and we pulled out of the quaint little town of Earle, AR.
One little adventure that bears mention, about noon or so the troops were beginning to get hungry, so I asked the shop owner where we could get something to eat. He told me about a barbecue joint a few blocks away, so I ventured out to check it out. First, it was open...good so far. When I popped my head in there was seating available....good. The man behind the cash register assured me that they could handle 17 for lunch, so I went back to gather the troops. Their eyes widened as we walked around the corner at the Mom and Pop barbecue stand, but everyone enjoyed what they got and memories were made.
As we left, darkness fell as did the rain, and the electric door had been disengaged to let the students get on and off the bus, so we had to stop at a gas station, buy a screwdriver, have super Tim tell us what to do and fix the door so it would fly open with every corner.
But we were on the road! We stopped for supper, and for fuel every now and then, and at around 4 am we pulled into our hotel in downtown Atlanta. We got unloaded, I checked us in and passed out the keys and told the students that we would meet up at 10:30 the next morning, go grab some sleep. (Personal note: these kids had been asleep most of the way but good ole' Jeff had driven the whole way!). When I asked the hotel valet where we needed to park the beast he told me about a AAA lot a block and a half away. When I got there the height limit was way less than the van, so Joe and I drove around until we found a public commuter lot with space available. We look two, paid the computer kiosk and walked the 3 1/2 blocks back to the hotel, in the rain. When I finally laid down, the clock said 5:30 am.
Eight seconds later, or so it seemed, I woke up at about 9:45 am. I quietly showered and ventured out into the hotel's catacombs to find breakfast options. Luckily there was a sky bridge to a mall of sorts that had lots of different little restaurants, so I went back to the hotel to meet the students and have breakfast, which by this time had to be lunch...yaay!
After lunch I needed to go to the Georgia Dome to pick up our tickets/wristbands. The only problem was, it was almost a mile away and it was still raining. Suck it up buttercup, let's get this done. So my trusty helper Joe McDaniel and I ventured through the mean streets of Atlanta til we got to HQ and planted ourselves in line. We were wet and the line was long, but everything worked out and we headed back to the hotel...yes, in the rain.
After a quick supper we all headed down the street to the Dome (again, in the rain) to stand outside (in the rain) until the doors opened. There were 60,000 people wanting to get into the Dome, so even when the doors opened, this just took awhile.
I don't have time or space to go into all the adventures, so I'll just say the first night of the conference was awesome. Lights, music, the speaker, everything was awesome. Then we were separated into our community groups and off we went. After the group meetings were over, we all met up for the trek back to the hotel...yes, that's right...in the rain. When we got back, Joe and I had to go back to the parking lot to feed the meter for the bus's parking spots. When I finally got into bed, the clock said 2:00 am and I had blisters from walking 4 miles in wet shoes, oh well. Tomorrow will be a brighter day.
Well, the next four days of sessions and meetings were great. Really enjoyed them all, and even got to see 60,000 box lunches from Jason's Deli distributed in 24 minutes...twice! The only downside was the long walk to and from the Dome, with blisters, and arranging meals for the group.
On Thursday, I needed to attend a staff meeting back in NLR so our pastor, Techno-Bob had found some software that would enable me to attend the meeting on my iPad. The trouble was the wifi had all been claimed by the Passion people, so I had to go back to the hotel and pay 15 bucks to download and connect.
As good as the conference was, I never got in bed before 2:00 am all week long, so on Thursday night, knowing we had to check out, load up, eat breakfast, and get to a 9:00 session the next morning. I told the kiddos I'd meet them at the front doors with the bus, get them loaded, then send them to the conference. I was gonna grab a nap if I was gonna drive all the way back to NLR from Atlanta.
So early Friday morning I woke up, walked the 3 1/2 blocks to the parking lot (the same one I walked to every night to feed the meters), started the bus and drove to the hotel. We loaded up uneventfully, I instructed the kids of my plan, and where I would try to be parked to meet up after the conference and away they went.
I had arranged with the hotel to park under the canopy for 3 hours while I grabbed a nap and loaded my stuff up, at no small fee! I parked, went to my room and passed out...for 30 minutes until housekeeping banged on my door. I explained to the nice lady that I would be using this room until about 10 am and wouldn't require anything, thank you. Could I go back to sleep? Of course not. So I showered, packed up, loaded up, checked out, and headed out in search of a parking spot closer to the Georgia Dome. What was I thinking!?! Anyway, after much consternation, I asked the valet at the Holiday Inn if I could park on his lot for a couple of hours. Well kids, everything has it's price.
Eventually the conference was over and I found the students and we headed out of Atlanta. We found a Cracker Barrel and chowed down to be able to make the long trip ahead. As we got onto the interstate, Old Blue (the bus) began bogging down on any incline. This made the trip home quite agonizing as we could get up to about 70 mph on a long hill downward, but going up some hills we went as slow as 26 mph. But we drove on through the night. We had to stop every so often for fuel, meals, and to let the bus recover from her fits.
Finally around 1:00 am we pulled into the church parking lot, unloaded and I parked "old blue" in her new spot, letting Jennifer drive me home. When I went to bed Saturday night (the next night) that was the first night in the last 5 that I had been in bed before 2:00 am. This from the guy who watched Channel 16 news because it comes on at 9 pm!
Again, let me say Passion was a great conference, and the kids were great. No grumbling or fit-throwing. But looking back, I think I might have gotten too old for things like this!
Friday, December 21, 2012
Wow, it's been a long, long time since I've posted here. I lost my access for a while (computer ineptitude!). I started another blog about my sabbatical trip www.sabbatical66.blogspot.com check it out! But really wanted to get back in the groove. Happy to be back! Here's this year's Christmas letter!
A wise man once said that life was like a roll of toilet paper; the closer you get to the end the faster it goes! In looking over the previous few Christmas letters I find that I always mention how fast the year has gone, this year is no different but I can honestly say, for the most part, I’m ready for this year to be over.
A wise man once said that life was like a roll of toilet paper; the closer you get to the end the faster it goes! In looking over the previous few Christmas letters I find that I always mention how fast the year has gone, this year is no different but I can honestly say, for the most part, I’m ready for this year to be over.
We have certainly had our struggles
this year. Jessica had been given the all clear from her Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.
She had gone back to work and things were going well, then three months later
the cancer had come back. She has just returned from the Nebraska Medical
Center in Omaha where she underwent a Stem-Cell Transplant. She and Matt were
there for exactly one month, (Shelia and I took turns staying with them during
the process). My mom, Shelia and I, Jennifer and even Scarlett spent
Thanksgiving with Matt and Jessica there in the hospital. It was a long, hard
fight but she did great. The prognosis is very good and we are so thankful for
Dr. Julie Vose and the team there in Omaha. She still has a lot of healing to
do and the regaining of strength will take a while but we know that God is
faithful and that Matt is an awesome care-giver.
There are some bright spots to the
year. In February our new pastor, Dr. Bob Wiegel came to our church and has hit
the ground running. We think he is great and I am enjoying working with him and
learning lots of new things about technology, computer programs and am really
kicking in the creativity. Who knew you could teach an old dog new tricks? I am
still awfully busy with the music ministry with the resignation of our worship
pastor last November (yes over a year ago) but have enjoyed leading music
again, but I’m looking forward to the prospect of a new worship pastor after the
first of the year.
Last May my turn for a month’s
Sabbatical came around, so my buddy Tim “Grumpy” Mistric and I rode our
motorcycles 4500 miles in 18 days out old Route 66 to California then back to
South Louisiana via I-10. Pictures available at www.sabbatical66.blogspot.com, check it
out!
Jennifer is a junior now at the
University of Central Arkansas, still on track to get her degree in Early
Childhood Education. Her big news is that this summer she is going on a month
long mission trip to South Africa. While we are excited about this opportunity,
I will tell you her mother and I are really leaning on the Lord to find peace
about the decision to let her go!
Shelia is trying to keep up with
her running and stays busy with her work as a registrar for the Pulaski County
Special School District. She has run at least 4 more half-marathons this year.
No matter how far she runs, she always comes home to me. J
We hope that you and yours have a
blessed and safe Christmas holiday full of love and laughter. We value your
friendship and continue to ask for your prayers for Jessica as she continues to
heal and for the rest of us as we seek to carry out God’s will for each of our
lives. Hope to hear from each of you very soon.
All our love,
Jeff, Shelia, & Jennifer Hulsizer and Matt & Jessica
Petty (and Scarlett!)
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
What A Journey!
22 years ago last Sunday (March 4), I entered full time ministry with the Landmark Baptist Church of Jacksonville. Jessica was just about to turn 2 years old. We ministered there just over ten years and we've been with Faith Baptist Church in North Little Rock for just over 11 years.
There are days when I feel like I've been doing this all my life, while there are other days I feel like I'm still just a greenhorn. I've served as a Youth Pastor, a Minister of Music, an Associate Pastor, a Pastor of Administration, and an Interim Pastor. What happens next? Who knows? The answer is "God knows and I trust Him!"
I have been so blessed in both part-time and full-time ministry to work with and befriend some awesome pastors and staff members, congregations, youth groups, and choirs, and have made some truly lasting friendships. There is also the tremendous blessing of associated work and the friends and colleagues whose lives have intersected my own.
But the true blessing is that God has taken very good care of me; far better care than I deserve. He's seen me through ignorance, frustration, apathy, stupidity, anger, pain -- as well as joy, peace, safety and success (when I let Him lead!).
While it hasn't always been an easy journey, especially for my wife and daughters; it has been a good journey. I have learned much (usually from trial and error). This year, especially, has been a struggle, but the pendulum has already begun to swing back toward the positive.
I hope, over the next 22 years, if God wills it; that I can remember what I've learned and how good He's been to me and be more successful in leading his people, serving His church, but mostly following Him!
To my family I say, thanks for sticking with me. To the churches who have had to put up with me, thanks for playing along; as the old staying goes: Be patient, God isn't finished with me yet!
"Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus. But if Your return must wait; here's to another 22 years (and beyond!)...
(Photos from top: First trip to camp-1990; Graduation banquet at Landmark-1999; 10 year anniversary at Faith; my sweetheart and I as we are today. )
Monday, February 20, 2012
The Beginning of the End?
Fifty years ago today, (Feb. 20) John Glenn orbited the Earth three times over nearly five hours in his Mercury capsule dubbed Friendship 7. Will this be the day that Jesus returns to the earth?
This year, the Mayan calendar is getting lots of interest as it seems to indicate that 2012 may be the last year before some great apocalypse brings the end of the world. But for the Christian we realize that every day is a gift, that the Son of God could return to Earth any time to rapture this own and truly mark the beginning of the end of the age.
So the question is, if this was the last year, or month, or day of life as we know it here on earth, what difference would it make in your manner of living? Would we take more seriously the work that Jesus left for us as He ascended into heaven to make preparations for the arrival of those who would accept Him as personal Savior?
Matthew 28:19-20, that portion of Scripture we call the Great Commission instructs us to "go therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: 20 teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, [even] unto the end of the world..."
Facing the potential for the end of the world, whether the end of our life, the end of some ancient calendar, or the coming of the King of Kings, how are you motivated? As for me, I take great comfort in the last part of verse 20, Jesus said, "Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world". While I certainly don't know what tomorrow brings, I certainly know who brings tomorrow! "Be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might!"
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Out with the Old Year!
Another year has come and is nearly gone. Time moves faster as we get older it seems and while this year has come with its challenges--looking back we can clearly see the hand of our loving God directing and protecting.
The year began on a huge high note, our beloved pastor and friend Robert Francis came back to our church and things were going very, very well. We were great friends and ministry partners and had an awesome four months, but in April Robert started having some severe shoulder pain and was looking for a solution when in early May he suddenly passed away. This was a huge blow to our church and to the Hulsizer family.
On Saturday, May 7th, we spent the morning at the University of Central Arkansas proudly watching our oldest daughter, Jessica (23), graduate with a Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing. The last five years of hard work and study had paid off. What pride we had, cheering from the stands, as she received her diploma! But that afternoon we hurried back to participate in Robert’s memorial service and what a magnificent service it was! He touched so many lives and the attendance and the service itself proved that.
The year began on a huge high note, our beloved pastor and friend Robert Francis came back to our church and things were going very, very well. We were great friends and ministry partners and had an awesome four months, but in April Robert started having some severe shoulder pain and was looking for a solution when in early May he suddenly passed away. This was a huge blow to our church and to the Hulsizer family.
On Saturday, May 7th, we spent the morning at the University of Central Arkansas proudly watching our oldest daughter, Jessica (23), graduate with a Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing. The last five years of hard work and study had paid off. What pride we had, cheering from the stands, as she received her diploma! But that afternoon we hurried back to participate in Robert’s memorial service and what a magnificent service it was! He touched so many lives and the attendance and the service itself proved that.
Exactly two weeks later, on May 21st, Jessica married Matthew Petty. It was a beautiful wedding and we are so happy to have Matt as part of our family (especially me! I love my girls but another guy in the mix is a good thing!) Jessica passed her NCLEX and is now a licensed RN. She began work at the same hospital in which she was born, another huge blessing!
But in mid-October she noticed some swelling around her neck. Long story short she was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. She has begun treatments on what her doctors tell us is a practically guaranteed cure. She is doing well, but we still appreciate your prayers for complete healing. We are so proud of and thankful for Matt, he is taking extremely good care of her. We also are very grateful to our church family for their prayers and thoughtful provision of meals and moral support.
Jennifer, our youngest (19), is a sophomore at the University of Central Arkansas in Conway working toward a degree in Early Childhood Education. She is very involved in the Chi Alpha Ministry on campus, babysits at a local church, and tries to make us believe she studies the rest of the time. Her grades do reflect that she is working very hard and we are quite proud of her! We are looking forward to her being home for Christmas and New Year’s. She’s a big help taking care of Matt and Jessica’s dog, a Corgi named Scarlett that has come to live with us while Jessica is taking treatments.
Shelia has had a busy year. She had some changes in her job but now is happily settled in as a Registrar in the “hub”. She works with three other registrars who serve several area schools, one of whom is a close friend (Bobbie Lindley). She works hard but loves the new environment. Her big news is that she entered and finished the St. Jude’s Marathon in Memphis—that’s right 26.2 miles! It was a major milestone for her, but one she says she won’t need to revisit!
Since the passing of our beloved pastor, I have been serving as Interim Pastor. This has increased my workload substantially but I have enjoyed the opportunity to preach. A couple of months ago, our Worship Pastor was called to another church so I’ve been helping with the Music ministry as well. After the first of the year we will hear a candidate for Senior Pastor. We are praying for the Lord’s will but hoping for a speedy process.
Exactly two weeks later, on May 21st, Jessica married Matthew Petty. It was a beautiful wedding and we are so happy to have Matt as part of our family (especially me! I love my girls but another guy in the mix is a good thing!) Jessica passed her NCLEX and is now a licensed RN. She began work at the same hospital in which she was born, another huge blessing!
But in mid-October she noticed some swelling around her neck. Long story short she was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. She has begun treatments on what her doctors tell us is a practically guaranteed cure. She is doing well, but we still appreciate your prayers for complete healing. We are so proud of and thankful for Matt, he is taking extremely good care of her. We also are very grateful to our church family for their prayers and thoughtful provision of meals and moral support.
Jennifer, our youngest (19), is a sophomore at the University of Central Arkansas in Conway working toward a degree in Early Childhood Education. She is very involved in the Chi Alpha Ministry on campus, babysits at a local church, and tries to make us believe she studies the rest of the time. Her grades do reflect that she is working very hard and we are quite proud of her! We are looking forward to her being home for Christmas and New Year’s. She’s a big help taking care of Matt and Jessica’s dog, a Corgi named Scarlett that has come to live with us while Jessica is taking treatments.
Shelia has had a busy year. She had some changes in her job but now is happily settled in as a Registrar in the “hub”. She works with three other registrars who serve several area schools, one of whom is a close friend (Bobbie Lindley). She works hard but loves the new environment. Her big news is that she entered and finished the St. Jude’s Marathon in Memphis—that’s right 26.2 miles! It was a major milestone for her, but one she says she won’t need to revisit!
Since the passing of our beloved pastor, I have been serving as Interim Pastor. This has increased my workload substantially but I have enjoyed the opportunity to preach. A couple of months ago, our Worship Pastor was called to another church so I’ve been helping with the Music ministry as well. After the first of the year we will hear a candidate for Senior Pastor. We are praying for the Lord’s will but hoping for a speedy process.
Hoping 2012 is your best year yet!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Update on Jessica
Here's the latest on our journey to complete healing: We are home from the hospital. Jessica was released around noon yesterday (Sunday) and was able to go home. It was a welcome change of pace and scenery for her to be at her and Matt's house. Their dog, Scarlet, was especially glad to see her.
Before we left we had a long talk with Dr. Mazher, her oncologist, to discuss the plan of action. After her I-port is placed she will begin 6 cycles of chemotherapy, each cycle is made up of 2 treatments 15 days a part, so that will mean about 4 1/2 months of chemo, followed by six weeks of radiation treatments, 5 days a week.
This is going to be a long, hard process but we have very good odds of beating this thing completely and fully. We have been very impressed with all of the medical staff we have met and feel like we have an awesome team of star players on our side. We have always known that Faith Baptist Church in North Little Rock is a loving, caring group of wonderful people and the love and support we have already felt just backs that up in a wonderfully, comforting way. We have also heard from friends and love ones from literally all over the world. We know that prayer is the greatest tool we have in our arsenal against this disease and we are so thankful for each prayer that has been and will continue to be prayed for Jessica.
We are so proud of and thankful for Matt. He has stepped 'large and in charge' into the role of protector, provider, and chief bodyguard for Jessica. We are so blessed to have such a awesome son-in-law be the main caregiver for our daughter. I would be remiss to omit our other daughter, Jennifer, from this post. She spent her whole Fall break from college right by her sister's side at the hospital or running to Austin to take care of Scarlet, run errands, and anything else she could do. It warms this dad's heart to see her helping Jessica with her hair, assisting with trips to the bathroom, showering, or anything else she could find to do. Shelia's mothering instincts have also pinged over into Ninja mode as she, with cunning accuracy, anticipates practically every need or desire Jessica has. Matt's grandmother has come down from Mtn. Home to cook and clean (Jessica is loving that big time!) and my parents are sitting on go as soon as we know of something they can do to help in any way.
We are so thankful for the awesome help and care we have received from Dr. Jay Geoghagan and from Marc & Michelle Daniel as they were there right away to give us some great advice on how to proceed through this process. God is good!
Again, we are so thankful for the love and support we have already seen and felt and simply ask that you continue to pray for complete healing and for an easy journey through the treatment process. We will try to keep you updated as best we can as things progress.
"Praising Him in the Storm"
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Trusting in the Storm
It has been a long few days in the Hulsizer family. Our oldest daughter, Jessica (age 23), the RN and newlywed, had a place swell up on the left side of her neck about 3 1/2 weeks ago. We all thought it was strange but thought it was probably an inflamed or infected lymph node. She went to our family doctor who put her on an antibiotic and told her to come back in two weeks if it hadn't taken care of it. The swelling went down just a bit but not completely so she was scheduled for a CT scan this Thursday.
On Wednesday, while at work at the hospital, she began experiencing pain in her chest and under her left arm. At 6:11 pm she called me and asked me to come get her and take her to the Emergency Room at Baptist Hospital in North Little Rock. I wondered why she wouldn't just go downstairs to the ER in the hospital at which she works, but she explained that it's best not to be a patient where you work.
At any rate, we got to the ER, her husband and her mother arrived right away and we waited 25 minutes to be seen. I was pretty agitated that it took that long even after we told them she was having chest pains. I was honestly worried it might be a heart situation.
After we finally got in (thanks to some strings being pulled by our good friend and fellow church member, cardiologist Jay Geoghagan) they quickly did an EKG which appeared normal, her heart rate, however, was fluctuating a good bit.
They did the first CT scan and assured us this was not a cardiac situation but that we might be looking at something more involved than an infection. It was determined that she would be admitted and have a biopsy on a lymph node.
After the biopsy the doctor hit us with the news. Our baby has Hodgkin's lymphoma, a cancer of the lymphatic system. That's the bad news, the good news is that it is one of the most treatable, curable forms of the disease.
She is in stage IIB, which is the most treatable, and has a 95% cure rate (Praise God!) The oncologist said we were looking at about 6 chemo treatments, 15 days apart, followed by some radiation. We were told yesterday that it will be a pretty rough three months, but that by this time next year this will all be a bad dream.
Our friends have been awesome, we have had meals brought to us during the long days of waiting at the hospital, she's received lots of snacks and gifts, and every visit has been a precious reminder that she (and we) are loved.
We covet each of your prayers, we trust that all will be well, but we also know that prayer works. Thank you all for your love.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Twelve Sermons: this morning I preached the 12th sermon in a series titled "Avoiding the Pitfalls of Life". The concept for this series was given to my dear friend and pastor Robert Francis just a few weeks before he died. He had given a copy of the topics and the book of I Samuel from which the sermons would be taken. When God called him away I thought it would be good to pick up this list of topics and the reference and see if I could build sermons for them. God had, after all, given this idea to the pastor of the church at that time, I think God would want someone to preach them.
It has been an interesting 12 Sundays or so, some subjects came together easier than others, but I'm glad we've made it through. I finished with "addictions" today. There are so many things that we can be addicted to out there; we only think about drugs and alcohol too many times, but worry, fear, negativity, self-serving, etc are all addictions. Jesus is the only way to truly be free but most of us don't really want Him to intervene.
Jesus just wants us to be free, to be able to live the life He gave us. Trusting Him and obeying Him so that our joy can be full and so we can live the abundant life He's promised us! So break free, break that habit, experience the freedom we can have in Christ!.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
A Walk on the Beach
My wife, my youngest daughter and I have been enjoying a much needed vacation the last few days. We are enjoying a great time of rest and relaxation on Miramar Beach just east of Destin, Florida.
This morning I arose early, made myself some coffee, and started looking at my computer. Just then, good judgement from God's Holy Spirit came over me and told me that this computer is going home with me, the beach isn't, so I slipped on some flip-flops and headed out to the beach.
Jennifer wants to make a little seashell collection for her new apartment in Conway next fall so I've been picking up a few along the way. This morning I found more than I had found all totaled for the week! I spoke to some guys fishing, saw a small stingray swimming around, I watched a heron fish for a time, and saw a crab or two rolling with the tide.
While I walked, I met a few others out for a stroll and some of those crazy people out jogging/running on the beach. Some ran past as I leisurely strolled through the surf. We all left footprints. But as the waves licked up onto the sugary beach the footprints were wiped out, removing any sign that anyone had been there.
That reminded me of the forgiveness of sin that God offers. No matter how big the footprint, how deep the imprint, how close together or how far apart, the wave washes the footprint away. The same is true for God's children. God isn't some pompous policeman sitting on a throne in heaven watching for us to slip up so He can throw down a judgment to 'get us'. Rather He is a merciful father who watches His children to help them back up when they fall, to brush them off and put them back on the right path. God doesn't love us less when we fail, His love is contingent upon Him, not us, and He is perfect...in love, in mercy, in forgiveness and peace.
I know we all let stuff build up in our spirits; wrongs that we've done, things we've done that don't please God, or things that embarrass us after the fact. The fact is God forgives, thoroughly and completely, as far as the east is from the west. Not north and sound as there are points both north and south, but there is no end to east and west, they just dissolve into one another, like footprints disappearing on the shore.
I am convinced we are too hard on ourselves. We need to fill ourselves with the joy and peace that God offers and let Him remove from us the pain, hurt and guilt that sin brings. Enjoy the day my friends. It's a gift from your Father!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Welcome Home!
It was a windy ride over to Central Flying Service this morning, but what a great way to start the day. We, the Patriot Guard Riders, had been asked to help welcome home a group of Nat'l Guard soldiers who had been in Kosovo the last year. The tears of joy, laughter, smiles, hugs, etc. given these returning heroes from family and friends warmed my heart and made me really glad I was there.
As I shook hands, patted backs, and welcomed these heroes home my mind went to Kosovo to another hero who is still there, Missionary David Helmick and his family have made that country their home in hopes of leading people to Jesus. Thank you Lord for people who still answer the call, those from their country and those from their Lord.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
10 things to never stop
Borrowed from a friend (thanks Jon Cook).
As people grow older and the chapters of life begin to accumulate, there are certain things that should never stop. These are the important things in life, the ones that would lessen your life if they were forgotten.
- Never stop making new friends. The world is full of people who have the potential to become your next great friend. It’s ideal, or at least very optimistic, but with the amount of people in the world, it’s definitely not far-fetched.
- Never stop forgiving. I have heard numerous stories of men on their deathbeds regretting those offenses they never forgave. Life’s too short to not spread grace generously.
- Never stop learning. The day you stop learning should be the day that you die. Mark Twain said about a colleague, “He died at 30. They buried him at 60.” Don’t let that be your legacy. Live to learn.
- Never stop reading. You may hate reading. You may think it’s the greatest thing in the world. Whatever your taste may be, reading will be relevant in your world for the rest of your life. Reading is a great equalizer among kings and peasants: both can possess and develop this skill with equal opportunity.
- Never stop thinking. Don’t be a blind consumer of information. Chew on it and think through what you’re hearing and reading. Eat the meat, spit out the bones. Like the good, lose the bad.
- Never stop listening. As my dad says, “God gave us two ears and one mouth for a reason.” Listening is an art to be perfected. If you know what you’re going to say before the other person stops talking, you’re not really listening. Guilty as charged.
- Never stop dreaming. If we lose that idea of how to chase an idea, we’ve lost our creative nature that echoes the image and nature of God. These are the bucket lists and the wish lists, the “what-if’s” we dare to ask, and the dream vacations and the faraway places you wish to see.
- Never stop asking questions. Being curious and inquisitive is one of our greatest gifts from God. Some of the most successful people in the world are also some of the most curious. Coincidence?
- Never stop mentoring. The gift of knowledge is meant to be shared. When you’re gone and all that’s left is your legacy, who will be there to remember what you taught them and how you poured into their lives?
- Never stop caring. Apathy is the bane of human existence. If you stop caring, you stop living. To care is to know that some things still hold value, that some things still matter and are worth the next breath we take.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
A Labor of Love
I have been a busy guy lately. But it's a good busy! I've been helping my best buddy "Grumpy" and Ms. Vicky redo their kitchen. It's been a big job. We tore out a wall and extended the kitchen out about 4 feet and then added a laundry room. We ripped the old floor system out down to the concrete floor, ripped the walls out down to the studs, tore out the ceiling to the joists, added one and relocated another window. Then we started with the replumbing, rewiring, and reinsulating.
We added 4 new doors (a sliding glass door, a pocket door, and two storm doors. We put up sheet rock, a plywood ceiling, and built up the floor. On the plywood ceiling we added 3" tongue and groove pine material and lacquered it. It really looks nice. Then we installed the new wall cabinets.
After that we put in an electric floor heating system, covered with a self-leveling floor material, then laid ceramic tile. The latest addition was the base cabinets and the plywood top to get ready to install the marble tile countertops.
It's been a lot of work and a lot of hours but I'm having a blast. Why? Because I'm seeing progress and I remember what it looked like when we started. I've got to spend time with my friend and I've learned a lot of new things (some at the risk of slight injury). I look forward to finishing the project just so we can enjoy the fruits of our labors. But the two of us are already planning the next project! Are we nuts? Maybe so. But it's a wonderful thing to have a friend. Someone that you can count on and one that can count on you.
It's also really cool to see how each part of the process improves the whole. While I was thinking about the next time we can get together to work on this project I was impressed with a spiritual correlation...
Jesus is that friend that sticks closer than a brother. He loves being with us, whether He is helping us with or through a particular challenge or project or just hanging out and enjoying one anothers company. Jesus is also that master carpenter that can take the broken down shell of a sinful man, woman, boy or girl and make him into something new, shiny and wonderful. We are His creation!
The next time I'm helping "Grumpy" I hope I remember that I'm still a project in the hands of the Master and to enjoy that work as much as I enjoy working with my friend.
I hope you know Jesus as your friend! He's like no other!
Have a great day my friends,
J
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Merry Christmas 2010
I hope this post finds you and yours happy, healthy and whole and looking forward to a beautiful Christmas season with those that mean the most to you. I'm looking forward to a slow, relaxing holiday. We don't know yet if we will travel out to Alabama for a couple of days after Christmas or not. I'm still recovering from some cervical surgery and we don't know yet if I'll be released to travel or not. Regardless, Christmas is a wonderful time of year and the birth of Christ is something that simply must be celebrated!
This year has certainly been an active one for us. It's so hard to believe that our baby, Jennifer (18) is a freshman at the University of Central Arkansas in Conway. She's right in the middle of her first final's week, hope she does well. She is enjoying life as she participates in several activities and clubs both on and off campus. For her graduation present / family vacation we traveled up into the Northeast to see NYC, Boston, Rhode Island and Maine. We made sure the trip included seeing "Wicked" on Broadway. For a special treat, we also got to sit in on a taping of the Late Show with David Letterman.
Jessica (22) is almost finished with her education. One more semester and she will have a Bachelor of Science in Nursing and be a Registered Nurse. We are so proud of her, she has done very well in school and we think will be a "cum laude" graduate of some sort. But there is other big news with Jessica. She and her boyfriend Matt are now engaged and are planning a Spring wedding on May 21, two weeks after she graduates. So we are all having lots of fun planning the wedding. Just a few weeks ago I had the gread blessing to baptize Matt after receiving him on profession of faith the week before. Matt bought a home in Austin, AR and he and Jessica have been making it look like a home. Their two dogs keep Matt company whle Jessica is away at school.
Shelia is still going strong as the registrar at Sylvan Hills High School. It seems that every day has it's drama and adventure but it's good to have a steady job. In addition, she continues to keep up with her running having already completed several half-marathons and more 5K's than I can remember. She had a little trouble with her feet and legs earlier this year, but all of that seems to be fine now.
I keep plugging along as well. I completed my 10th year of ministry as Pastor or Administration at Faith Baptist Church last month. The church was very gracious and helped us celebrate with a new suit and paying off my motorcycle. The church has just gone through a pastoral change but things just calm down a bit after the start of the year.
At the time of this writing I'm recuperating from cervical surgery to correct a ruptured disc. This has been a pain and a nuisance for most of the year cutting into my gym time and hindered most of my other activities. I hope the surgery will get me back into the thick of things. Lately I've been involved as I could helping my buddy, Grumpy remodel his kitchen. I'm hoping I recover soon as there are lots of things around the Hulsizer Hacienda that need to be addressed.
Some highlights form the year include a Medical Mission trip to Moldova. Jessica and I flew with 9 other church members to provide medical car for 3 or 4 communities served by our missionaries there. I've already mentioned the upcoming nuptuals from Matt and Jessica; Jennifer is exciting to be the maid of honor. It should be a wonderful experience. I hope you can make it. After the wedding, jeff and Shelia are excited about what will most assuredly be a welcome vacation down on the Gulf Coast.
This time last year we were worried about dealing with "empty nest syndrome". The truth is, we are staying busy enough that we really haven't had to deal with it!
Much love from me and mine, to you and yours. Merry Christmas!
This year has certainly been an active one for us. It's so hard to believe that our baby, Jennifer (18) is a freshman at the University of Central Arkansas in Conway. She's right in the middle of her first final's week, hope she does well. She is enjoying life as she participates in several activities and clubs both on and off campus. For her graduation present / family vacation we traveled up into the Northeast to see NYC, Boston, Rhode Island and Maine. We made sure the trip included seeing "Wicked" on Broadway. For a special treat, we also got to sit in on a taping of the Late Show with David Letterman.
Jessica (22) is almost finished with her education. One more semester and she will have a Bachelor of Science in Nursing and be a Registered Nurse. We are so proud of her, she has done very well in school and we think will be a "cum laude" graduate of some sort. But there is other big news with Jessica. She and her boyfriend Matt are now engaged and are planning a Spring wedding on May 21, two weeks after she graduates. So we are all having lots of fun planning the wedding. Just a few weeks ago I had the gread blessing to baptize Matt after receiving him on profession of faith the week before. Matt bought a home in Austin, AR and he and Jessica have been making it look like a home. Their two dogs keep Matt company whle Jessica is away at school.
Shelia is still going strong as the registrar at Sylvan Hills High School. It seems that every day has it's drama and adventure but it's good to have a steady job. In addition, she continues to keep up with her running having already completed several half-marathons and more 5K's than I can remember. She had a little trouble with her feet and legs earlier this year, but all of that seems to be fine now.
I keep plugging along as well. I completed my 10th year of ministry as Pastor or Administration at Faith Baptist Church last month. The church was very gracious and helped us celebrate with a new suit and paying off my motorcycle. The church has just gone through a pastoral change but things just calm down a bit after the start of the year.
At the time of this writing I'm recuperating from cervical surgery to correct a ruptured disc. This has been a pain and a nuisance for most of the year cutting into my gym time and hindered most of my other activities. I hope the surgery will get me back into the thick of things. Lately I've been involved as I could helping my buddy, Grumpy remodel his kitchen. I'm hoping I recover soon as there are lots of things around the Hulsizer Hacienda that need to be addressed.
Some highlights form the year include a Medical Mission trip to Moldova. Jessica and I flew with 9 other church members to provide medical car for 3 or 4 communities served by our missionaries there. I've already mentioned the upcoming nuptuals from Matt and Jessica; Jennifer is exciting to be the maid of honor. It should be a wonderful experience. I hope you can make it. After the wedding, jeff and Shelia are excited about what will most assuredly be a welcome vacation down on the Gulf Coast.
This time last year we were worried about dealing with "empty nest syndrome". The truth is, we are staying busy enough that we really haven't had to deal with it!
Much love from me and mine, to you and yours. Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Make it better
I'm a biker. I ride a bike. This morning I rode my bike, it was in the mid-20's this morning. I almost didn't want to be a biker any more. It was cold. I was bundled up but it was still cold, but I had places to be and things to do. As I was riding across the river bridge, thinking "woe is me", I looked at one of the huge billboards off to my right. There hanging precariously between heaven and earth, in 25 degree windy weather were two sign guys working on a sign. The pity I felt for myself gave way and I began to realize that my plight was not so bad.
Which got me to thinking. Isn't it true that you don't have to look very hard to find someone who is having a day worse that yours? I think we need to make it a daily challenge to make someone's day a little brighter every chance we get. Maybe it's just a kind word, or a smile, changing a flat tire, maybe buying them a cup of coffee, or even a hot meal. Maybe it's a phone call, a text message or an email. For some it might require a bit more; like providing Christmas for their kids, sitting with them at a hospital or a funeral home, getting them in touch with a professional, giving blood or a kidney.
It is true, the best way to get out of the dumps or to break up a pity party is to start counting your blessings, or better yet...being one!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Lessons from a donkey
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.
Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.
Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.
Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well
is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.
Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.
Live simply and appreciate what you have.
Give more.
Expect less.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Funny, or it is?
In my work as a youth pastor a few years back I formulated a couple of definitions regarding pranks. This became necessary each year as we embarked upon the prospect of church camp. You know, that place where corn flakes in your sleeping bag, and the old shaving cream in your hand and tickle your ear trick, among others - are common place. I had grown weary of dealing with sleeping bags that had been rendered unusable and having students completely out of clean clothes by Tuesday because of a well placed water balloon (or worse). So this is what I came up with...
A prank is defined as something that when it is over, both parties can share a laugh.
When, at the end, only one party is laughing borders on terrorism and will not be tolerated.
I am reminded of this because this past Sunday morning as I finished up my shower, my wife said, "You're not going to believe this but someone has rolled our yard." What? This isn't homecoming week! What's the deal? But then I remembered our youngest daughter is leaving for her freshman year of college next Sunday but some of her friends who will attend different colleges will leave earlier. It must have been a last hurrah prank.
Since I don't take as long to get ready (hair, makeup, etc.) it was agreed that I would clean up the front yard. As I reached up and bent over to retrieve not only toilet paper, but forks stuck into my lawn, and unwrapped my daughters car from the plastic wrap, and cleaned the 5# of Vaseline from under each door handle I wondered, "Do they think this is funny to me?"
I was upset, I even considered tracking down the miscreants responsible for this heinous crime and giving them a piece of my mind and maybe a piece of my right shoe as well.
Well, after my second shower and rushing around we finally arrived at church, I calmed down some but noticed that I was being smiled at a bit unnaturally by some of the young people. "Do they know something?" "Was it them?" Then I became aware of a situation altering fact.
It seems that my sweet daughter was involved in a yard-rolling incident earlier in the week that set in motion a retribution attack. So I cleaned up a revenge-roll? No longer could I be upset at the ne'er-do-wells that had attacked my lawn, but I could and I can state the fact that any subsequent cleanings will be done by the one who prompted the attack!
I wonder, do college kids roll yards?
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