Showing posts with label JD's Smokehouse. Show all posts
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Friday, September 15, 2017

It’s Much Easier If You’ll Just Cooperate

It’s Much Easier If You’ll Just Cooperate

Ahh.  What a busy day I have planned.  I’m going to Brenda’s to make cards with her and Karen.  I need to go to the post office and mail a Pay-It-Forward gift to Roberta.  Fair Value is also on my list since it’s time to get some groceries and a gift card for a special someone’s 89th birthday.  Then there’s all this stuff on my desk, screaming to be completed as I have been purposely trying to do.  And I have a study to complete, clothes to launder, dishes to wash…

Speaking of screaming, huh?  

Does it ever end?  Does this cycle of trying to get everything done in its proper time ever really be fulfilled?  

Meanwhile, there’s this still, small whisper.  Be still.  Be still and know.  

Okay, Lord.  You’ve got my attention.

Sort of.

You see, last night on the way home from a bonus date night (which included some ever-so-delightful meats from JD’s!), Steve and I were talking about church and the Bible and...don’t laugh, but we were also discussing one of our favorite movies, “Dumb and Dumber.”  For you see, there’s this one scene that epitomizes that cooperating is easier than fighting.  Here’s the link to it so you can see for yourselves:  https://youtu.be/m-HmvPr7mG0

I hope you laughed, as we did, when you watched this.  Does it remind you of how you too fight against the pricks (no offense, Jim!) that threaten to overtake you when if you’d just cooperate, when if you’d just be still instead, you might not have to suffer so?  Dare I say you might not have to die in this condition?  I think I do!  Gotta watch out for that rat poison, you know.

In conclusion, friends, stop.  Stop it--whatever “it” is--and just be still for a few minutes.  Remember Who is in control (and I can assure you--contrary to what you think--it is not you).  Remember Whose you are.  Let Him whisper to you this moment.  Cast your cares on Christ and let go.  Rest.  Be still.

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Let’s pray!

Dear Father,

Pause.

Sigh.

My head is full of so many thoughts and squirrels are wreaking havoc in my mind.  It’s maddening, Lord, how when I try to take my own advice, the rabbits continue frolicking about in my tiny little brain, refusing to allow me just a moment--just one peaceful moment--of quiet.  How I need You to quiet me, Father!

Deep breath.  

Again.  In.  And out.  

Focus Stef.  Purpose Stef.  Breathe.  Let the clatter stop and just...just breathe.  Hear that clock ticking in the background? Those are precious seconds you will never get back.  Instead of thinking of what isn’t getting done while you’re being still, think of what is being let go of.  

Better, now?  

Yes!  

Thank You, Lord God.  Thank You for that moment.  Thank You for peace.  I love You!  

As I take one last moment of solace, Father, the thoughts are already trying to intrude again.  Bless my plans today, please?  May the time spent with my friends be joyful.  The groceries and goodies I buy?  Show me the ones that are most needed.  Mostly though, Lord, as that clock continues ticking, remind me to use my time wisely and to spend more of it with You.  That’s where my hope comes from.  May it be so, in the name of Christ Jesus, I ask.  Amen.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Are You Prepositioning Me?


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“When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”  (I Corinthians 13:11 KJV)

Yesterday, I wrote a blog about prayer and got some interesting feedback from it.  Some laughed, some questioned.  Others disputed, agreed, and discussed in great length what prayer means to them--and asked for clarification as to  just what it meant to me as well.

I’ve pondered it a lot.  A lot!  Here’s what I came up with just a few moments ago.  

Did you read the words on the created meme I wrote?  They say “When you pray, be sure you are talking to God and not at Him.”  In a brief description, I hopefully will clear that difference up for you.

Scenario 1.  You are at a Burger King drive-thru.  A voice you cannot see asks if s/he can take your order and you begin speaking of what you’d like.  You drive up to the window, pay your dues, and take your purchase.  It’s not until later, when you open your bag, that you realize something is missing.  Huh.  Did you not order correctly?  Did that cashier not hear you mention you wanted no pickles, not extra ones?  And where did these onions come from?!  Why is there no salt in the bag?  And where are the napkins??

Scenario Two.  You are at your doctor’s office.  After the initial greetings, you are asked why you are here.  In great detail, you explain to the physician what is wrong with you.  You proceed to list each and every ache, pain, concern, and tell of those things that “just don’t feel right.”  The doctor listens sympathetically, tries a few exercises or procedures to see if it is all in your head or if follow-up care is needed.  Your responses will either help the doc to determine if you need medicine, more tests, or psychiatric care.  Either way, the discussion you have with your personal physician is not just a one-way event.  A deep conversation takes place, even if it might be a little embarrassing when you discuss “that.”

Do you see the difference, friends?  In the first scenario, you are telling what you want.  You are expecting results and the outcome to be as you ordered, and honestly?  You could care less what the attendant’s opinion is.  By golly, if you want a milkshake and a cookie that’s not any of their business now is it?  You are listing your demands and expecting to get those demands satisfied.

On the contrary, in scenario two, you are looking for help.  Guidance.  Results that may come at a personal cost to you because you might have to do more than pop a pill or watch what you eat or exercise more.  You are putting your trust in one who has experience and education.  You are relying on this wisdom because the one you went to is trained to handle your situation and give you information that helps you to be better.

In conclusion, when you talk to God, what is your expected outcome?  When you pray to Him, what do you think happens?  Does He take your order and you go on your merry ol’ way or...or do you take some time-- maybe even making it an appointed time--to discuss with Him the matters on your heart?  Do you talk with Jesus and wait for His responses or are you too busy and just throw up ritualistic words, rote prayers, and forget about the situation after you have done your dutiful portion?  Do you go into detail with Him about those souls you just lifted up or just tell Him you want a hamburger and expect Him to make sure you “have it your way” without reminding Him that you don’t like ketchup and that your hot dog needs to be well-done, extra well-done?  

You know that expression “you get what you pay for”?  Let’s change it to “you get what you pray for” and see if our prayer lives don’t take on a new life of their own.  Let’s see if we want the faceless cook behind the counter making our meal (the one who knows nothing of our personal preferences) or if we prefer to go to someone like the waitstaff at JD’s Smokehouse, who really know what we mean when--without asking-- we say we want brisket but they know we specifically want the burnt ends.  Let’s see if the doctor at Urgent Care takes the minimum amount of time with us versus Sally, our regular doctor, who asks about that mole that we forgot to mention, who notices that our color is off, and often takes us by surprise and even asks about our kids and grandkids.

Relationship is what it’s all about.  If you don’t have one with God, how can you expect your prayers to go past the ceiling?  If you don’t talk to Him, with Him, and be prepared to listen to His answers, how can you honestly expect the Good Lord above to make that difference you desire?  Why should He bother with your half-hearted attempts when Jesus plainly told us we are to give all?  He did.  When He died on the cross for our sins, He gave all so that we wouldn’t be left hanging for our selves.

Let’s pray!

Dear Lord, this was another tough one to write.  May my words be tempered by Your grace as I endeavor to help folks to see that You are worth so much more than a cursory sentence or passing thought.  Ahh Lord:  how we need to grow up and stop expecting to be pacified by You and start doing some work on our own!  We have become so complacent and so spoiled that we often refuse to stand up on our own two feet and practice what we’ve been taught.  We expect You to take care of our friends but don’t want to be the instruments used to assist in their needs.  We want to tell others how awful another one’s circumstances are in hopes that they will take up the torch that was passed to us.

Father?  We ask amiss so often and then wonder why our prayers that took those whole ten seconds to mutter weren’t answered.  We want instant gratification and minimal effort on our parts to see that our desires are fulfilled.  We want You to handle things but don’t want to know the details or discuss with You the possible outcomes.  

We are wretched.  Entitled.  Selfish.  Self-serving.

And yet You love us.  You love us because You know we are human and that is how You created us to be.  To be?  Hmn:  that’s not quite right, is it, Lord?  Yes, You made us but...but You made us in Your image.  To be more like You.  To be Christlike in our actions and attitudes.  I shudder to think what my life would be like had Jesus been as cavalier with my pains and hurts as I am with the needs of others who ask me to help them!

Help me to grow up, Father.  To stop speaking like a child and to woman up and put those childish things away.  Contrary to popular belief, this world is not out there for me, does not revolve around me, and is not just sitting on its axis waiting to please me.  No, this world is Yours and we are just aliens, passing through, hoping to make it better before we go to our eternal home.  Hearers and doers of the Word we are called to be.  As my prayer life continues to evolve, may I be more earnest in it, as Jesus was when He spoke to You on my behalf, Lord God is my prayer, solemnly asked in His precious name.  Amen.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

How Good and How Pleasant

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May 21, 2015

There's an excitement in the air. Change is happening. That's not to imply that what went on before wasn't good: no, not at all. But this--this new. This difference. This attitude. It's quite refreshing and--like most things that stir one's soul--I just can't help talking about it.
Guess you know what I am talking about, huh? Yep, you got it: Clark's Chapel Baptist Church. Friends, I must share with you my experience yesterday and last night, for you see, that's part of what is making this tiny little church stand head and shoulders above the rest.
I had lunch with the pastor's wife. Again. Let's see: I believe this made our third "date" since January. Add to that the supper we shared with our spouses at JD's Smokehouse (always gotta brag on them too) and you may think "Whoop Dee Doo, Stef. I eat with my pastor and his wife all the time." Great! You should. But you see, for me, I've kind of been fasting in that sense. I've been without a church family for nearly seven years now. And this one? This family? They are reaching out to me! I'm not having to track them down nor beg for their attention. Do you know what a relief, what a refreshment, what a joy that is?!
So, anyway, back to my story. Charmeyne and I shared our hearts as we are getting to know one another. She's so easy to talk with and fun to be around. We share a common background of sorts, which helped to forge our budding friendship. Coincidentally (ahem), her hubby Dale and Steve do too. Methinks something--or Someone--has His hand in this.
Do you remember the blog I wrote the other day about how I came into church one Sunday night and felt like Norm from "Cheers"? Well, last night it happened again. No, the congregation didn't holler out "Stef!" as I appeared but the waves? The smiles? The greetings as Steve and I made our way to our seats? My my! How my heart trembled at the love.
And that's it, folks. Love. Welcome. Acceptance. Warmth.
Shouldn't all churches be this way?
Indeed! They should.
So then, what's so special about Clark's Chapel Baptist Church, you might ask. Great question! What is that difference?
The best I can tell it's about a fresh start. The pastor is new and has his ways of presenting the Word of God--which he does unflinchingly, without compromise, and without condemnation. God doesn't condemn, you see. He convicts. God uses men like Dale Payne to share His Word, His love, and His desire for all of His children to know Him. He uses women like Charmeyne to greet His kids each service, to ask about their days, to check on them during the week. He uses His congregations to reach out to newcomers like Steve and me to make us feel we are welcomed. He uses people like Robert and Marsha Marshall to present music to set the tone for the services and to lift up our hearts in praise to His mighty name. He uses the "unknowns" to just smile, to wave, to greet, and to privately pray for folks like me, folks like you, and folks from all over.
Psalm 136 repeats over and over and over about how we should give thanks to the Lord because He is good and because His mercy endures forever. The message was too great to say just one time. The psalmist repeatedly (four times to be exact) spoke of giving thanks to the Lord. And twenty-six times (once each verse) he spoke of God's mercy enduring forever. Aren't you glad that God uses us, friends? We may not even be aware of it, of how our smiles brighten another's day, or how our kindnesses warm hearts that have been hurt and cold for so long. Mercy. In its purest form evidenced in the simplest acts of friendship.
The people of Clark's Chapel are being used to invite hungry hearts into their fellowship. The pastor, his wife, and their children are devoting themselves into making this church a refuge for God's kids to call home. Not for their glory; not to make a name for themselves. Nah, they've already got that. So do you. So do I. Brothers. Sisters. Saints. God's people. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?  The congregation is expressing love and a sense of welcome to newcomers, as well as continuing on in their love for the "regulars" that attend. And the newbies? The ones like Steve and me, the ones who recently joined, the ones who are trickling in to see what all of the fuss is about? Well, we're pretty tickled to be there too. That's why there are so many smiles on our faces and why I just can't keep from singing the praises of my God.
A long time ago in the church I grew up in, I once made cards for us women to use to pray for one another during the week. The verse used was this one from Psalm 133:1: "Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!" I changed "brethren" to "sistren" and because our church's name was Unity Baptist it helped us to memorize it and apply it as we prayed and loved together all those years. No, I don't make it a practice to change the Word of God (except when I need special provision--kidding!!) so rest assured that I don't think too highly of myself.
In conclusion, I am thankful for the "sign" that led me and Steve to visit Clark's Chapel Baptist Church. If you're looking for one too, maybe this blog is for you. Maybe the road sign on your usual drive is speaking to you about giving a certain church another try. Maybe your eyes will alight on something today that leads you to a place where you can feel welcomed, feel accepted, and then leave full yet still hungering for more. Hope so!
Let's pray!
Dear Lord,
I give thanks to You, for You are good. Your mercy indeed lasts forever. It doesn't run out; doesn't run dry. When I falter, when I buckle from the loads I too often try to carry on my own, Your hand reaches out to steady me. Your ears are inclined to my prayers. Your eyes are always on me. You will never leave me nor forsake me and for that Lord God, I thank You, praise You, and love You.
Thank You also, Father, for this new place to worship You. No, You aren't confined to one building, to one church alone, nor to one denomination. Your love exceeds all of man's boundaries and reaches as far as the east is from the west. However, You deigned it that for this season of my life to put me and Steve in this place and my prayer is that we can be a blessing to Clark's Chapel, that we can grow closer to You than ever before, and that we may be co-laborers with the folks there in sharing the news, the great news, of Your Son Jesus.
Love you much, God! Thanks for loving me first. In the name of Jesus I pray. Amen!