I’ve been away from the
sparrows perch for quite a while. I’d
become convinced my words were useless, my thoughts unimportant, and my dreams
unobtainable. Then I remembered why I
even began writing this blog. Why does
anyone keep a blog? For me it was
simple; I’ve always enjoyed writing.
From the time I was in middle school, I’ve always enjoyed expressing my
thoughts through the written word. They
may not move you, bring you to believe what I believe, but at least they will
be written down for those who love me to remember who I was. As anyone who’s followed me in the past
knows, I’m keenly aware of my mortality.
Not that it makes a difference how old you are. Death comes at any age, and we aren’t
guaranteed today, let alone tomorrow.
I turned 61 yesterday. Unlike past birthdays where I was content to
make it just another day, God was intent on making it a special day. I say God because it came at me from every
direction imaginable. I’m always happy
just to have my children call me, text me, or even drop in. I especially like it when my Mother remembers
how much pain I caused her, and then how happy she was for that pain. I love it when my wife suddenly remembers she
is slightly more than a year younger than me, and she will be in my shoes
sooner than she thinks. This year, God
orchestrated the most wonderful birthday I’ve had in my adult life. The gifts that spoke to me would not mean a
thing to anyone else. From the men’s
group I was blessed with numerous gift cards to my favorite Mexican food
restaurant. It shows they know me well
enough to buy me what would please me.
Then the Bible with the simple engraving “Teacher” on it. It’s what I do, it’s who I am. It rests on the center of my Desk, amidst the piles of papers, cards, and other
business stuff of my life. I put my hand
upon the engraving and soak in the meaning of it. These men who are much better men than
myself, allow me the privilege of pulling from heaven what they need for the
week. I’ve begun to look at myself as a
water bearer. I’m here to pull down the
rain of revelation, and to draw up from the well of God’s Word. This alone gives me purpose, and makes my days
valid. I’m not more knowledgeable, more
spiritual, or even more gifted than my brothers. Any man in our group can step into the name ‘teacher’
and do it better than me. It doesn’t
bother me to say that. A matter of fact
I’m proud to say it. It means we’ve
moved beyond the traditions of men and stepped into the spiritual aspect of
teaching. Still, resting my hand upon
that simple word engraved on a lovely bible draws me to a higher calling. I can’t let these men down.
You might still be wondering
how I can give God credit for orchestrating my birthday celebration, so let me
give you a Holy Ghost moment. My Mom
and Dad had invited Glenda and I over for grilled steaks. We’d had a wonderful evening and it was time
for the birthday cake. As I was lighting
the candles, my son, Anthony calls me up.
I put him on speakerphone so he could be a part of singing Happy
Birthday to me. The moment was so
beautiful and tender. Having my son be a
part of my birthday wish was beyond coincidence. He was waiting outside the door of a
maternity room where his brother and sister-in-law were welcoming their little
girl into this life. The joyous celebration
of life continues regardless of the terrors around us. Sixty one years ago, I was born into a
troubled time. 1955 was a traumatic year
and I’ve lived much longer than I thought I ever would. Still, while lighting the candles on my cake,
my son who lives nearly 600 miles away, was celebrating another life joining
the parade of hope.
That was the gift God gave me
yesterday. He gave me hope. Like Job, I know I will see God in the land
of the living. I will see hope realized.
As a final word, I’ve been
watching a movie by Darren Wilson called “Holy Ghost.” I highly recommend this movie for anyone,
whether you are a believer or not, it will challenge you. Miracles will never convince you to believe
in God, but they will force you to decide what you believe. You can dismiss what you see, or you can
embrace the love of God as revealed through the work of His Holy Spirit. You see, Saturday a brother in the Lord
challenged me with seeing it because the Holy Spirit told him to mention it to
me. He hadn’t seen it himself, but God
was telling him I needed to see it. I bought it online, and watched it with
silent hope. Sunday, I knew we were in
for a treat. Holy Spirit stepped up,
healed, restored, and encouraged. He
does that you know!!!!! Anyway, that is
why I knew my birthday was a gift from God.
This simple thought sprung up in my heart as I put my head upon my
pillow last night, “I was thrilled the moment you were born, I’d been waiting
for you from eternity, and will love you through eternity.” I’d almost fallen asleep in that warm glow when
my oldest daughter called.
YEP!!!!!
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