C. S. Lewis was famous for his spiritual allegories which he wrote for children. So much so, that as children read the books, they would write letters to him about the world of Narnia he had created. Some of his answers, gathered in his Letters to Children contain great and encouraging words. His encouragement about writing is simple yet very insightful.
I was coming home from plant shopping with my sister on Mother’s Day when I noticed people walking into my property as I was driving toward the house. I was about a half mile away from the property, so I couldn’t see who it was. Initial thoughts were that I had caught someone trying to hop the fence into the backyard.
When I pulled up to my property and tried to see who was invading my space, I had to laugh. It was my neighbor’s daughter Brooke, her husband Kyle, and their son Ryder. I rolled down the window and said hello.
“We were just looking into your back yard. A wild turkey just flew into it,” Brooke said. We started laughing and joking about the whole thing. I pulled around the house into the driveway and decided to begin the search for the turkey.
The saga of the garden shed is a story in itself. First there was a metal shed with sliding doors that dad and my granddad assembled – only they didn’t quiet follow instructions and it was about a foot shorter in width than it should have been. Dad never said much about it after it was built; the “short shed” was always a reminder to “read the instructions” from that point on.
It got old, and rusty, and dad had to tear it down in order to make way for the two-car garage he was having built. So after the garage was built, he had one of those Amish outbuildings brought onto the property to hold garden tools and other stuff. It had two windows, hunter green shutters, and two front doors closed at the center and trimmed in the same hunter green.
And then, he died.
Spring. The world reborn. How beautiful the world must have been when it was a new creation if the beauty it currently has is so breathtaking...
The birds of the heavens
and the fish of the sea,
Whatever passes through the paths of the seas.
O LORD, our Lord, How majestic is your name in all the earth.
Music: Paul Cardall, "New Creation"
Recently I had interaction with someone who was trying to alter facets of my job but who neglected to discuss the proposal with me. Now granted, the person was within their rights to pursue developments and changes based upon their views and discussions with others. Nevertheless, professionalism -- and just plain common courtesy -- dictates that one should necessarily consider the proposals with the one doing the lion's share of the work -- which was me.
But they did not.
“As long as the earth endures,
seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
day and night
will never cease.”
Genesis 8:22 (NIV)
from Poems, Quotes, Words
I wrote about them before on my blog.
And yes, I've probably been too snarky about them, and should probably just ignore them.
But it bothers me when a church seems to go too far to scratch people where they itch - or seem to say, "Hey, we're no different than anyone else and we're certainly not as stuffy as that old-fashioned gathering of persimmons down the road."
O my wretched ways
Hinders my communion with You
Forgive me of my evil ways
Let me be repentant and true
Keep me in Your righteousness
I sincerely need your forgiveness
For all of my lawlessness
I am in deep sorrow
For I have brought You sorrow
Lead me as I follow
Your path into tomorrow
Let me not go astray
Lead me in the right way
Steadfast in Your Way
Never looking away
I'm calling it the Panera "muffin" because it's not a large store unlike the one I visit almost every Sunday, which I have affectionately named "The First Church of Panera" (FCP).
Let's just say... um... I was underwhelmed.