Showing posts from May, 2010

The Luck of the Draw

So it took me 30 years to realize that my dad was a young man during the Vietnam War. Just this past year, I asked him about his experience with the draft. His older brother avoided the draft because he was a college student. By the time my dad was in college, that provision was no longer there. He told me he drew a high number . . . the luck of the draw.

I realized how powerful that was. Had he been drafted to Vietnam, he may not have returned home. And if he did, he would be forever changed, possibly physically, and most definitely psychologically. He may never have met and married my mother, and I may not be here today.

On this Memorial Day, I remember those who did not choose to serve their country, but gave their lives in service anyway.

On this Memorial Day, I remember those who lived and sacrificed through World War II, living on rations and standing in lines for goods because so many resources went to the war effort. I especially remember them because today, as our …

I am a sinner

I spent many years avoiding "social sins", then several years trying them all out - it took nearly 30 years before I began dealing with "REAL" sins like pride, selfishness, and greed. (See Matthew 23:25-28)

It has taken me a long time to realize that my sins of omission far outnumber my sins of commission, and I should deal with that. Of course, I'm not doing those things which I should be doing because of the root sins of laziness, selfishness, pride, and greed.

I'm reading Crazy Love by Francis Chan, and this quote in the chapter on Lukewarm Christians really grabbed me:

Lukewarm people do not live by faith; their lives are structured so they never have to. They don't have to trust God if something unexpected happens -- they have their savings account. They don't need God to help them -- they have their retirement plan in place. They don't genuinely seek out what life God would have them live -- they have life figured and mapped out. The…

What's my Story?

When I hear that question, I automatically think in terms of the past - as in "back story," but I'm living a story NOW, even if I don't realize it. So what is it about? Sometimes I think it is a pretty boring story, at times it seems like it is in slow motion, and at other times in fast forward.

But if I'M the main character, what's the plot? Where is the story headed? Is it a tragedy? Comedy? Sometimes it is difficult to think of my life as a story because so much is out of my control. I'm not the writer, necessarily, just the improv actor. By the way, I hate improv. I like lines, and order, and plans.

I look at where I am now in my life, and I never in a million years would have planned this for me. Not that I'm not happy or content - I am. It just wouldn't have been my plan. Of course, 10 years ago, when I was making my plan, I was just a dumb 21-year-old starting out life and making major mistakes.

And now? I'm just a dumb …