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Tiny Sparks

Last Saturday, two wildfires burned 34 structures and more than 16,000 acres in Midland County where I live. Hundreds of additional homes were threatened and all their residents evacuated. At the height of the blaze, the fire was moving at a rate of thirty yards every second.

What caused such devastation? One fire is believed to have been started by sparks caused by scraps of metal falling out of a truck and hitting the road. The other? A cigarette tossed from a car.

Small things really. But this carelessness destroyed property, livelihoods, and forced hundreds of people from their homes. These simple, tiny sparks brought much heartache.

We can shake our heads at the unnecessary pain caused by thoughtless actions. But don’t we regularly do the same thing with our tongues. I know that I do. Sharp words spoken with no thought given to the hearers. Selfishness recklessly voiced. Biting words that cut to the quick and bruise gentle hearts.

James eloquently painted a picture of the power of our tongues.

But a tiny spark can set a great forest on fire. And the tongue is a flame of fire. It is a whole world of wickedness, corrupting your entire body. It can set your whole life on fire, for it is set on fire by hell itself. James 3:5-6, NLT

Mankind has tamed many a wild animal, but the tongue cannot be tamed. The tongue – even one that praises God – still pours out bitter water that wounds and crushes. So what must we do? How does a Christian like me – who sometimes harms, but wants to heal – respond to the reality of her tongue? In chapter four, James gives us encouragement and advice for turning from our sin and turning to God:

So humble yourselves before God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come close to God, and God will come close to you. Wash your hands, you sinners; purify your hearts, for your loyalty is divided between God and the world. Let there be tears for what you have done. Let there be sorrow and deep grief. Let there be sadness instead of laughter, and gloom instead of joy. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up in honor. James 4:7-10, NLT

Have you wounded someone and need to make it right? God can restore both your relationship with that person and with Him!

Black Friday Coffee

Dressed to serve in the cold!

Yesterday morning, Black Friday, I was up at 3:00 am but it wasn’t for shopping. No, I crawled out of bed before Starbucks even opened, to participate in a little community service. Twenty-five people from our church arrived at Best Buy just after 4:00 am with 30 gallons of coffee and hot chocolate to serve the hundreds of people who were lined up waiting for the doors to open at five.

A little advance organization prepared us to give-away about 400 cups of hot liquid in 30 minutes. The crowd was a little skeptical at first, but after friendly greetings and assurance that the drinks were indeed free, they gratefully accepted the steaming cups. Many even interacted with us and asked why we were there. Read more

Are you a fanatic?

My friend Jan is the ultimate high school football fan. I’ve know this for awhile, but yesterday I got to see her – and the other Midland High Bulldog parents – in action. The Bulldogs are in the playoffs, so I went to show my support for Jan’s son Clint and a few of the other young men in our youth group who play for the Dawgs. I had a blast!

The game began at noon. Jan arrived at the stadium at 9:45am to get seats in the lower section on the 50 yard line. She suggested I bring ear plugs in case the cheering, jugs full of rocks, and cow bells got to be too much for my delicate ears. But, Jan forgot to warn me to wear my most comfortable shoes. The Bulldog parents do not sit down during the game except for time outs and half-time.

The Bulldogs’ parents are fanatics by definition. I mean this in a positive, complementary way. A “fanatic” is “a person with an extreme and uncritical enthusiasm or zeal, as in religion or politics” (or West Texas football). These Bulldog fanatics are not ashamed of their Dawgs. Their enthusiasm shows in their actions, their speech, and their attire. Yesterday I saw painted faces, purple shoes, purple sun glasses, and purple purses. Jan even has purple highlights in her hair for football season. Now that’s a 24/7 commitment to the team!

She and many of the other parents have been cheering, encouraging, and supporting their sons since they first stepped on the football field many years ago. Their attitudes and actions clearly show their love for their sons and their devotion to the team. They willingly travel great distances and sit out in inclement weather to show their support. Read more

Too old to be a snow princess

I looked in the mirror and observed out loud to no one but myself, “I don’t look like a snow princess. I look more like an aging debutant.” So I sprayed my hair with glitter again and smeared a little more sparkly stuff on my cheek bones.

One setback after another had plagued me all afternoon as I worked to get ready for our church’s annual Trunk or Treat. This Halloween alternative brings in hundreds of kids from the neighborhood surrounding the church and I wanted my trunk and costume to meet the high standards set by our church members.

The trunk wasn’t the problem. It really did look like a “winter wonderland.” Bottom, top, and sides were covered with a blanket of “snow.” Snowflakes hovered in the air, the snowman wore a happy grin, and the Christmas tree shone with glowing icicles.

No, the problem was me and the “Snow Princess” costume. I naively thought I could create the perfect snow fairy skirt out of two yards of tulle and two yards of some other thin, iridescent fabric. But I missed two very important things. First, I cannot sew. Second, you could pretty much see through both my fabrics of choice.

After trying several times and throwing the sewing machine against the wall, I managed to get a piece of elastic through the “casing” I had sewed. I had really thought that with the fabric all bunched up you wouldn’t be able to see through it. I was wrong. And everything I tried wearing under it just looked goofy. (By the way, my son and his friend Conner confirmed this.) Read more

Distractions

I have a confession to make. Recently my morning “computer routine” has been cutting into my daily time with God. A few minutes to check email and Facebook before sitting down with my Bible and prayer journal turned into more than a few minutes.

Checking email led to responding to email. Checking Facebook messages led to taking my turn at Scrabble. You get the idea. And because I only have so much time at home before I have to head out from my day, my time with God got shorted.

I made a new commitment just two weeks ago. Read more