About Me

Name: Doug
Email: dward28@sbcglobal.net Biography
Loading...

Create Your Own Blog Find Other Townhall Blogs

Comments

Archives

Blog Roll

 

A Good Day

   I am very fortunate.  Don't get me wrong, I could be richer.  I could live in a larger home.  I could get used to taking exotic vacations every year.  Yet I have none of these things.  This morning was one of my reminders of why I am very fortunate.  I love my church.  Even more than this, I love having the opportunity of pastoring these wonderful people.  This morning was "Pastor's Appreciation Sunday," and my family was given many notes of thanks and appreciation.  I am humbled by this outpouring.  I hope they realize how much I appreciate them, how much I look forward to seeing each of them, and how much I love them.  I am very fortunate.
Email ItEmail It | Print ItPrint It | CommentsComments (0) | TrackbacksTrackbacks (0) | Flag as offensiveFlag as Offensive

Into The Gale

  The year was 1985, and it was Super Bowl Sunday.  The 49ers were playing the Dolphins later in the day, but that was not the news.  The news was the weather.  It was -29F.  This was not the wind chill, this was the temperature.  I was at college, and we were stuck in our dorms.  We were pretty sure that our cars in the parking lot were dead, but we had to find out.  In the afternoon, with the temperature finally warming to -10, we bundled up, and went to the parking lot in pairs to start our cars, or at least try.  Our cars were dead, we were cold, and warmth seemed a long way off.  Yet we look back fondly on this day.  We did not enjoy the day, we enjoyed each other in the midst of the cold, even as we bundled up like Arctic explorers and headed out for the parking lot.
   We may yet have a cold spell facing us.  A spell of lean times that we have not seen in awhile.  The temptation is to look to the future in fear.  Fear of the cold wind blowing in our direction.  Yet perhaps there is potential here.  Maybe we can learn to lean on each other, maybe we can bundle up together and walk together in the teeth of this wind.  Maybe we can learn to help each other, support each other, and maybe we will look back fondly at this coming time.  Not because the time is pleasant, but because we can be something to each other that makes these times good, and productive.  I think it is possible, just maybe.

Email ItEmail It | Print ItPrint It | CommentsComments (0) | TrackbacksTrackbacks (0) | Flag as offensiveFlag as Offensive

Meeting Paul

  You think I would have learned by now.  A small little restaurant, and only one patron inside.  When my daughter and I went inside, it became clear that this patron, named Paul, was a little challenged.  Maybe he was socially awkward, maybe he was a little slower than some others, but he sure was ready to talk.  I tried to ignore him at the start, hoping he would take the hint, but he missed my hint altogether.  Pretty soon I was in the midst of answering question after question, in this little restaurant in southern Indiana.   After a few questions, I began to hear a little voice, "whatever you did for the least of these - you have done to me."   Ouch.   Sure, I know the verse, and I can tell you what it means, but sometimes living what it means is another matter altogether.  In this little Indiana town on a Thursday evening, living it meant to do more than put up with Paul, but to engage him in conversation.  I like to think I was doing him a favor, talking with Paul.  In hindsight, he did me a favor, he reminded me of what it means to live with "the least of these." 
Email ItEmail It | Print ItPrint It | CommentsComments (1) | TrackbacksTrackbacks (0) | Flag as offensiveFlag as Offensive
« Previous1Next »