A political writer thinks that sports might be the solution to keep the USA from falling apart. LeBron the savior. More likely, the sports industry is part of the problem, or a manifestation of the American ailment, at least. Sports figures can’t even provide a proper model for children, must less can sports serve as a unifier.
Used to, sports was touted as a means of helping youth learn self-discipline and positive values.That was before the screaming parents, I suppose, ready to abuse coaches and sponsors of teams. In spiritual terms, youth do need self-discipline, now more than ever, but with athletes resorting to doping, that doesn’t seem to work out so well. Continue reading
God loves you, regardless. His commands are conditions to enjoy his presence, for he is holy and whoever approaches him must be purified through obedient faith in the blood of Christ. His commands are not requirements for love. He loved you before you sinned, and after. It is his love that reaches out to you and invites you to obedience. His love comes before your obedience, not after.
Humans make behavior a condition of love. To earn love you must do this or that, or be perfect in some way. God does not do this. His commands put us in a position to receive forgiveness. His commands are themselves an expression of his love. Continue reading
In a bit we take our car to the mechanic, who will keep it during our trip and do some work on it. He’ll leave us at the bus station, where we’ll catch a bus to the airport. We get there quite early this way, but that’s better than more expensive options. Then we catch a plane tonight for Atlanta, then on to Nashville. Then starts the fun. Prayers are welcome for safety and smooth ride.
God bless you all in your service to him.
Earlier this week I took a work-related trip to Memphis for several days. One small blessing of the trip? I drove West in the morning and in the evening I drove East. Think about it.
Last Sunday morning we worshiped with the Great Oaks church of Christ just outside of Memphis. I found them on the Internet. It was a larger congregation (400+) but I was impressed by the fact that several people noticed we weren’t members there. I thought that was a good sign. The people who sat around us were also friendly and talkative. If you ever find yourself in the area I would suggest dropping by and spending some time with them.
More in the Middle Tennessee area than West? Near White County? If so, the Findlay congregation of Sparta, TN is hosting the fall session (West Sparta will host the spring session) of the White County Christian Training Series. You don’t have to live in White County to attend. I don’t live in White County and I’ve been there several times. If you go, tell Joe Neal or Dwight Fuqua that I said, hello. The classes are held each Monday night in November and the topics will be “Faith Under Fire” and “Growing in Grace”.
If you live in Tennessee (or anywhere else that does daylight savings time) don’t forget to set your clocks back 1 hour before you go to bed tomorrow night (and by tomorrow night I mean the date of 11/01/2014).
Speaking of tomorrow, I will be celebrating my daughter’s birthday with a party. Mostly just standing by and watching I guess. I’m so grateful that she’s healthy and growing like a kid her age should – but that growing up part…that’s what I don’t look forward to. Just saying. Know what I mean? Life, right?
“I know that whatever God does, it shall be forever. Nothing can be added to it, and nothing taken from it. God does it, that men should fear before Him. That which is has already been, and what is to be has already been; and God requires an account of what is past.” (Ecclesiastes 3:14-15)
After a great visit with the overseeing congregation (as usual), we made another trip today from central Arkansas to Nashville, back to our son’s house.
Somewhere along the way the rental agency goofed or the travel agency in Brazil failed, and we wound up with an extra-small car. None of our suitcases will fit in the trunk. It runs well enough, but it’s a bit cramped. So I’m still unfolding my body after the several hours in the sardine can.
Good thing we’re not making any of the longer trips out to Texas or up to Illinois.
We can still be grateful that we’re not in the horse-and-buggy days.
We have a young lady here, like family, going to Boston this month for a week-long course at Babson College. Does anyone know of a good, strong congregation in that area? We’d also like to have someone she can contact in case of any unforeseen situation. The college will have a bus picking her and other students up at the airport, so it seems she’s set there.
“I’m leavin’ on a jet plane.” Except, Lord permitting, I know when I’ll be back again. We’re traveling to a big lectureship, but I doubt we’ll have internet access. So y’all play good while we’re gone. Blessings on you. Prayers appreciated.