Who Gets Credit...

Sunday Night TV was a toss up between The NBA Finals and The Tony awards.... while both were entertaining, I found more of a Biblical lesson in the game.

Lebron, don't you know, have you not heard, did you not pay attention??

"First pride, then the crash-

the bigger the ego, the harder the fall" ~Proverbs 16:18

Taking your talents to Miami? A they aren't your talents, they are God's.

As I sit here in judgment, I am suddenly aware of my own pride.

Where am I taking credit for my talents and successes?

Oh, make no mistake, we all do it. It sounds like this:

"I got the job...I got rid of my cold...I worked it out with my spouse...I got in to UT!...I have beat that addiction...The chemo is working..."

Is our language giving credit to God, or man?

God, Please remind me when I am taking the credit.

In His Dust,
DCC

P.S. Congrats to the Mavs on a well played season and a well deserved win.

It's still 4-1.

Airtime and Dirt....

"Who you become depends on what you give the most air time to;
be picky" -Bob Goff

Over it....sick of hearing and discussing...Weiner and.....his.

The sermon yesterday was on Jesus' parable of the sower.
The title was "How's Your Dirt?"
I gave the children's sermon which means I got to translate the Scripture for minds that think more like....well, mine.

Jesus says that there are different types of soil and each type receive the seed differently.
He then goes on to explain that the seed is The Word of God and the soil is our hearts.
So, I've been thinking about my dirt...aware of what I am giving my "air time" to.
Stress? Negative comments? Judgemental thoughts? Busy-ness? Worry?

I need to be much much pickier.

God, thank You for continually planting in me and giving me fresh dirt to work with.

In His Dust,
DCC

Steve....

"All combined together we make one really cool person.

Separately, not so much." -Bob Goff

Once again, our community has gathered around a grieving family.
Once again, it is really cool to watch how "real" community works.
Some cook, some bake, some pray, some visit, some cry, some laugh, some plan, some choose verses, some choose hymns, some contact priests, some write obituaries, some encourage, some teach, some plan a birthday party, some make calls, some plan to pick up pieces in Boy Scouts, some run errands, some answer phones...

"We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith; if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach; if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully." Romans 12:5-8

No matter what it is....everyone using their individual gifts, in different areas....
to hold up a family....
to honor a life...
to make it easier, in even the smallest way possible.

To Glorify God for a life well lived and battle fought hard.

God, Thank You for the faithful examples we are surrounded with.

In His Dust,
DCC

William...

Jesus Himself said -"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’

The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’
There is no commandment greater than these.” -Mark 12:30-31

Dear William, (aka Number One, MoMo)

I went to your 5th grade graduation last week. As always, before you had done anything I thought you were perfectly wonderful.
I was proud as a peacock.

Then the students started walking across the stage- as they cringed at their middle names being made known to the world....a teacher read their best memories of Woodridge Elementary.

Most kids said their favorite memory was "a day trip to TBarM" or "Field Day" or "winning a contest"...No one person, was mentioned as being a best memory.

You were not on the stage yet, so I may or may not, have been playing Words with Friends when I heard her say these words:
"John's Best memory of Woodridge was that "he had Will Dehlinger for the very best friend he had ever known, all this time."

Time stopped.
My eyes swelled.
My heart matched my eyes.

I must explain, I was not the slightest bit surprised to hear that someone thought you were a great friend- what I was blown away by, was who had said it.
I had never once in 5 years, seen or heard of this little boy. I had not heard you brag or even mention being nice to a lonely boy who didn't necessarily "fit in."

You, my precious Godson, have impacted someone's life so greatly, that the way you treated him was the best thing he will remember from 5 solid years.

As you walked across the stage- your humility and character were unmistakeable.

(As were the tears of your mom, your dad and me.)

You have been The Hands and Feet of Jesus to that little boy, just as you were to Robin.
Thank you for teaching and reminding us how to treat people.It does not go unnoticed. It never has. It never will.
God is watching you.
God is guiding you
God is applauding you.
As am I.

God, Thank You for putting this precious life in mine. Please, Bless Him and Keep Him, make Your Face to shine upon Him and be gracious unto him. Turn Your Face to Him and give Him peace.

In His Dust,
DCC

Fresh Shot...

"We have a shot at honoring God today by what we do rather than just flattering him yesterday by what we said" -Bob Goff

So.....yesterday, I was driving through the Quarry.....the speed limit is 20 or 25 mph.
Which would have been fine if the person in front of me, didn't seem to think it was 10 mph.

Naturally, I did not have time for this.
Those of you that know me, will not be surprised to know, I may or may not, have passed her.
Let me be clear, this was not a "rude-fast-passing"...but rather a "slow-waving-how ya doing-sorry, gotta get somewhere-kinda passing."

I got to Wolff Camera, got out of the car and began talking to an elderly, but sharp as a tack, lady from church in the parking lot. We were having a nice chat- discussing my grandmother, etc...

when all of a sudden....
she, that thought the speed limit was 10 mph,
drove up and appeared right next to us....
Her: ARE YOU IN THAT BIG OF A HURRY!!?!!
Me: (To myself) "Do not engage-smile- keep conversation going with Mrs C."
Her: EXCUUUUUUUSSSSSEEEEE ME!!! ARE YOU IN THAT MUCH OF A HURRY!!!!??
Me: (to myself) "I said- ignore her- you are talking to a friend of your grandmother's - be a lady.
Her: EXXXXXCCCCCUUUUUUUSSSSSSEEEEEE ME!!!! WAS THIS WORTH YOUR BIG RUSH?!!"
Me: "Actually, yes. Sorry to bother you."
Her: "I WAS GOING THE SPEED LIMIT!!!!"
Me: (To myself) "Ignore her- do not interact. Mrs C is talking to you and listening to your response. Pretty is as pretty does."
Her: EXXXXXCUUUSSSSSEEEEEE ME!!! HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU - YOU ARE A HATEFUL B*****!"
Me: "Hmmmm.....I have been called one of those words- but not both."
Her: ......zooooooooooooooommmmmed off!!

My response to this maniac - was controlled and calmer than usual, for one reason, and one reason only, Mrs C. sitting there-smiling at me-just watching and listening. She knows full well, "who I belonged to"
I thought to myself as I walked off- I wish I had her following me around everyday-
Better yet...and even scarier- I have Jesus.....watching....listening....leading and defending

God, Thank You....for holding me accountable and being my Great Defender at the same time.

In His Dust,
DCC

Just Do it....

"Yes, sometimes God does work in mysterious ways -

but often times He is really, really obvious." -Mark Hart

"Now what I am commanding you today is not too difficult for you or beyond your reach. No, The Word is very near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart so you may obey it." ~Deuteronomy 30:11

Love this.
What a great reminder and way to clarify.

God is not interested in "tricking us" into following His Commands.

Nor, is He giving us light advisement.....

He is very clear about it.So, then why do I treat it like advice from an untrusted friend?

God, I am sorry for treating Your commands as suggestions.

In His Dust,
DCC

That Was Awkward....

"No one knows the day or the hour."-Jesus

This includes you Mr. Camping and any other clowns that might follow a man's words and not God's.

Harold Camping sure ain't no prophet and it seems his biggest problem has nothing to do with what didn't happen Saturday.People spent millions on billboards announcing the day and the hour only to be proven wrong.

There weren't piles of clothes sitting around....

Harold Camping, found himself yesterday subdued and somewhat "flabbergasted."

Some of them say, their math might have been off.

Ya think?

I feel sad for the people that sold their goods.....and stopped their lives.

I will give them this- they had some serious chutzpah.

I am just hoping that we can all be as merciful as God when thinking or speaking about the lost and disappointed followers, including Mr. Camping.

Make no mistake I believe with everything in me that JESUS IS COMING BACK.
I also believe with everything in me, we will NOT know when.

God, Please show me where I am "miscalculating" Your Word.

In His Dust,
DCC