Christmas beckons

The last of the Thanksgiving turkey has been relegated to leftover status and has lost its appeal. One can only eat turkey so many ways, you know. However, I'm thankful for the blessings that God has provided in His bounty.

Now, however, Christmas is picking up steam. More lights are appearing around the neighborhood; the air was crisp and cool today; and, I attached the last extension cord to our outdoor lights this morning. Let's roll.

My challenge is to set the commercialism aside (sometimes a herculean task), and take some time this Christmas season to dig down deeply as to why we celebrate this day. I know a great deal has been written about doing so, so you won't find anything new here. However, when we find a quiet moment to reflect on that most holy night when Christ the Savior was born, where does it take us? There are some huge implications in that event, you know.

Think about Mary...a child herself; probably 13 or 14 years of age yoked with the responsibility of giving birth to the LORD of the universe. What about Joseph, her betrothed? He could have had her put to death, you know, for the child wasn't his...What about her parents? What about his parents? What about the townspeople? The church people? God's plan to enter time and space touched each of us in a supernatural way. Christmas is as relevant today as it was then: Christ the Savior was born and God dwelt among us.

Powerful. The light of the world has come.

Thanksgiving Blessings

Thanksgiving week. What a joy it is to count my blessings this year! One of the biggest blessings would be that Jo and I celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary on the 29th of November, and our 40th Christmas together as husband and wife. It has truly been a joy sharing my life with her. Our kids, and later, our grandkids have added a dimension to our lives that we never anticipated in our early years together. God has honored me with a wonderful family.

We're having family over for lunch on Thursday. Jo is in her element planning the menues, staging the baking and preparation times, and getting the house ready for the big day. As the turkey and beef thaw in the refrigerator, the pantry fairly bursts with those items that will grace our table on Thursday. While I look forward to the wonderful food, the best part is having everyone home with our feet under the same table. It doesn't get any better than that.

However, I'm reminded of why we do it: Our pilgrim brothers and sisters in Christ sacrificed so much so that we can enjoy the day. This holiday was built on the backs of those whose vision of living in a country where their freedom to worship the LORD freely was accomplished through their hardship, suffering, and sacrifice. Many of them never lived to celebrate the first Thanksgiving with their shipmates. However, their vision overruled their choice for comfort and we are the beneficiaries of their resolve.

May you and yours have a blessed Thanksgiving.

Too quiet around here...

Each morning I check my emails to take care of student correspondence, read newsletters that I subscribe to online, and see what news might have taken place overnight. Usually Miss Daisy is content to find her Nyla-bone and nestle down in a comfortable spot in the family room and gnaw away until I finish my work.

This morning I noticed that it was a little too quiet, so I went in to check on her. She apparently had discovered her baby next to her Nyla-bone and decided to abandon the bone for the baby. As one thing led to another, her baby's stuffing was too much of a temptation and found its way from the baby's inside to our family room floor. She disemboweled the little dickens.

As you can tell by her expression, she is smug in her conquest. The baby (one of her favorite toys) is half the size it was an hour ago. It is also decidedly more limp than it had been in its earlier life.

Miss Daisy is napping now. Exhausted from her morning "kill", she dreams of her next encounter and victory in the jungles of the doggie-toy veldt.

Just say it...MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Hey, Everyone! I just received this video about saying "Merry Christmas"! It says it better than I could ever dream of saying it, so watch it and consider it my early Christmas gift to you...MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday...in a good sense, that is. The Monkees (remember them?) sang about that place and sub-titled it "status symbol land". Well sorry, boys. I don't view it that way.

It's been a mellow day. Church this morning was good, the Sunday crossword was easy, Jo is baking oatmeal cookies this afternoon, and the Colts play tonight. It just doesn't get any better than that.

A few of our neighbors have begun decorating their houses heralding the advent of Christmas 2009. Our things are still tucked away in storage and probably won't see day light until after Thanksgiving.

I understand there is talk this year about referring to the tree at the White House as a "Holiday Tree" for political correctness. Here in Pleasant Valley, however, I still call it a Christmas Tree, we proudly display Mary, Joseph, and Jesus in a creche (the reason for the season) so that we can still wonder at that miracle over 2,000 years ago, and, I still wish those I meet a "Merry Christmas". After all, the One who made it all possible (Jesus, Immanuel, God with Us) deserves that.

So, enjoy your day today. Count your blessings and pray for our country. May Pleasant Valley Sundays always be a fixture of this great land.

A new day

Aren't mornings the absolute best? I know, I know, for some they're not. For many, mornings are just that blurry transition to lunch and the action of the afternoon. But for me, mornings are the best.

There's nothing better than being the first one outdoors to gather the morning paper (well, actually Miss Daisy is the first one out the door to gather the news) and discover the genesis of a new day. It was chilly this morning and the warmth I had absorbed in the house during the night soon dissolved as I walked a few hundred feet to the mailbox to get the paper. The neighborhood, sleepy and quiet, sports a different look than at 5 or 6 o'clock in the evening. There is a palpable anticipation of the new day starting.

This morning was so clear and beautiful. The stars were just saying good night and the sky in the east was just beginning to lighten. I looked at the darkened woods a few blocks from our house and the tree line was just beginning to take definition as the sun was still finding its way to the day. Man! There's nothing better!

I think that mornings are God's way of promising us new hope. I love the verse from Psalms 118:24 that says, "This is the day that the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it!" (italics are mine).

So, Good Morning! Grab a cup of coffee, sit at the table and watch the day unfold. It was made just for you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciBEspg1-xg

Veteran's Day 2009

Happy Veteran's Day to all of those who unselfishly served, or are serving, in our country's armed forces.

Thanksgiving

Even though it's not very popular to do so, I'm celebrating Thanksgiving this month. Sometimes its celebration is lost between the hype of Halloween and the mass marketing of Christmas shopping. But, Thanksgiving is real. What is it about this holiday that should stir our very souls?

What is Thanksgiving anyway? Who were these pilgrims that are often caricatured, but never taken very seriously? It bears remembering.

The separatists (or Pilgrims) were at odds with the Church of England and refused to worship there thereby breaking the law. As a result, they were pursued and persecuted. William Bradford wrote:

But after these things they could not long continue in any peaceable condition, but were hunted & persecuted on every side, so as their former afflictions were but as flea-bitings in comparison of these which now came upon them. For some were taken & clapt up in prison, others had their houses besett & watcht night and day, & hardly escaped their hands; and ye most were faine to flie & leave their howses & habitations, and the means of their livelehood.

So, they fled. Stopping first in the Netherlands, they acquired funding to sail to the New World. An agreement was settled upon which became the historical document known as the Mayflower Compact. It begins, …“In the name of God, Amen. We whose names are underwritten…having undertaken for the glorie of God, and advancemente of the Christian faith…a voyage to plant the first colony…”

So, our heritage began! Brave people who sacrificed all that they had so that they might advance the Christian faith. How politically incorrect that must sound today. In fact, in many history books today , the original document as been edited to read, “We whose names are underwritten…having taken a voyage to plant the first colony…” An alarming revision of history it seems.

Dr. Del Tackett, of The Truth Project noted, "if I can change your historical context, I can change the way you view the present…George Orwell said, “He who controls the past, controls the future.” And Karl Marx stated, “A people without a heritage are easily persuaded.”

Os Guiness, a protestant philosopher, noted, “Those who don’t know history have no sense of identity, and no sense of wisdom as they explore where they’re going to go. Without history we’re lost.”

After the pilgrims’ struggle, William Bradford of Plymouth Plantation wrote, “But these things did not dismay them (though they did sometimes trouble them) for their desires were set on the ways of God, and to enjoy His ordinances; but they rested on His Providence and knew whom they believed.”

Bradford further noted, “Last and not least, they (the Pilgrims) cherished a great hope and inward zeal of laying good foundations, or at least of making some way towards it, for the propagation and advance of the gospel of the kingdom of Christ in the remote parts of the world, even though they should be but stepping stones to others in the performance of so great a work.”

So, I'm celebrating Thanksgiving. This great country was built on the backs of those who sacrificed so much. I hope that you and your family count your blessings this year, too.

Sunshine and darkness...

What a beautiful autumn day. It's days like this that makes me appreciate being a native Hoosier. Relaxing days like this help to smooth the corners of some of the sharp edges we encounter during the week.

Kelly and Josh had their car vandalized last week. Some neanderthals decided to throw a brick through Kelly's car windows while she was at the Decatur Annex playing volleyball. It was the epitome of cowardice. Further away from home, another coward Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan, opened fire on innocents at Fort Hood Texas, killing and injuring scores of people. The sniper in Orlando killed one and seriously wounded others while acting out his rage this week as well.

Even after like those events described above, some say that "man is basically good". However, my Bible says that "The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?" (Jeremiah 17:9) The thugs who broke my daughter's windows and the cowards who took innocent lives last week, all seem to be driven by the same darkness that inherits each person's soul. There is only one remedy to that condition...in John 14:6 we read, "Jesus said...'I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.'"

God doesn't wish that anyone suffers in Hell eternally. We all have choices to make. Christ died for even those who have committed heinous acts. His grace is remarkably sufficient to cover even those. However, they, like all of us, have choices to make. They can continue to live in their lost condition and will, at death, be forever separated from God and His mercy by their choice, not His. Or, today can be the day of their salvation. In John 11:25, Jesus states, "...I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live".

I can only hope that those living in darkness discover God's wonderful truth before it is too late for them.

Rest and repose...just the right things.

We returned on Monday from our trip to Myrtle Beach; a trip filled with rest and relaxation. The weather was decent although a couple of days provided rain. Even a little sprinkle doesn't deter the respite one receives while walking on the beach. It was relaxing and fun.

Miss Daisy, our Golden Retriever, was thrilled to retrieve her "flippy" in the surf and meet new furry friends along the way. Every morning she would provide a nudge to my elbow or leg encouraging me to walk the 100 yards to the beach to play. Grandchildren and pets keep us young.

The cold virus seems to have left me and, for that, I am extremely grateful. Sunshine's provision of warmth and vitamin D seem to send those sorts of nasties packing.

Motorhome travel can be a curse or a blessing. There are hundreds of opportunities for failure given the complexity of a 38,000 pound home on wheels traveling at speeds of 60 to 70 mph. Jo and I always pray for God's hand of protection on us and others as we travel and He graciously provided that again for this trip. Everything went smoothly; the traffic was manageable and all systems were "go".

We made reservations at the same place for April, 2010. The motorhome goes into winter storage next week, but we begin dreaming afresh of our next journey to one of our favorite places.