Get the Booger out of the way.

Dylan walks up to me this morning and holds out his pointing finger then says. "This is why I couldn't breathe. I had to get this out of the way." I turn to look and there is a huge booger on the end of his finger. He was proud to show me this big obsticle he had removed from his air passage. Being the proud father that I am, I replied "Wow, that's a big one. I'm glad you got it out ok."
Lately at my house we have been working hard at removing a nasty obsticle from our lives. We spent the beginning of our marriage building up and collecting debt. Now we are working hard to remove it. We want to be free to give and have a financial part in God's work at Garr Church. I'm not talking about tithe. I married a woman that will not even let me think about not giving regular tithe. We are talking about having the freedom to do anything God asks us to. We have been working on removing this obsticle for some time now and I have noticed something during this time. I am very ashamed to tell people about it. It's kinda like picking a booger in the car. You feel like no one can see you because no one is in the car with you, however, there are usually plenty of observers watching what you do. How hard you work at it, how deep you dig. Unlike when I pick a booger in my car, you better believe that I will hold out my finger, point it toward God, and tell all that will celebrate with me that I have removed the obsticle that was keeping me from living freely.

Something to smile about

I know it's been a long time since this blog has seen the light of day. But here is something that I saw that made me smile. Hope it does the same for you.


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Nail Biting

A while back I served Jury duty. It was quite the experience. I noticed something that really stood out to me while I was there. There were about 150 people there with me just waiting. Now don't get me wrong, they make the wait pretty nice. The new court house in Charlotte has all of the amenities you could want while you are waiting for 8 hours to see if you are going to serve on a jury. They had big screens with movies playing, popcorn, computers with Internet (although it didn't always work), Ipods you could listen to, a reading lounge, pool table, arcade games, and a snack bar. It was a very comfortable place to spend 8 hours waiting. During the day I noticed two kinds of people. There were three times in the day that they called everyone together and called out the names of the people that were called in to serve on a jury. The first type of person I will call the nail bitters. When the names began to be called they held their breath, bit their nails, and their heart pounded in anticipation of their name being picked. They were comfortable where they were. During the wait times they complained about not being able to get stuff at work or home done, but they didn't want to go to the next level and actually serve on a jury.
The other type of person I saw was antsy. Sitting in this luxurious waiting area was driving them nuts. If they were going to be gone from work and home for 8 hours they wanted to at least be doing something with this time that they are there. When the names were being called out they were hanging on each one hoping they get picked to go into action. If there name did get called they were giving out high fives and whooo-hoo's. They were excited to be doing something with the time that they have there.
One group lived in fear of being called to go on the other side of the door. The others lived in anticipation of what is next behind the door.
Hosea 13:3
3 Therefore they will be like the morning mist,
like the early dew that disappears,
like chaff swirling from a threshing floor,
like smoke escaping through a window.
We only have a set time. Are you biting your nails anticipating being called to action? Or are you the Whoo-hoo-er, and only in anticipation for what you can do?

1st thought envoking question of the year

This Intellectual thought invoking question comes from my son Dylan. How'd he get so smart?
So we are re-modeling our upstairs bathroom right now. This has entailed removing the tile flooring and wallpaper from the walls. I of course took the toilet off the floor and it is temporarily in the bath tub. So Dylan comes in and wants to help me. We began to rip the wallpaper off of the wall! Side note, this is a lot of fun to do with a 4 year old! So anyway, Dylan notices the hole in the floor where a toilet used to be. As his questions pursue I explain to him that the hole is where his poop goes when he flushes the toilet. Of course that is not enough info so I then have to explain that the pipe carries the poop underground to place with a big tank that gets all the poop and pee and keeps it there. (before you start going off on me in your head about how they process the poop and everything remember I am talking to a 4 year old). That seems to be enough info and he is quiet for a while. Then he turns to me and asks "Where does God's poop go?" I could only answer with, "That's a good question. I don't really know. Maybe rain is God peeing on us!"
So that is the Thought Invoking question of the year. "Wear does God poop?" I hope some scholar reads this and leaves an answer to this question in the comments.