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I had a neat experience with Brandon this morning. He is my five-year-old grandson. You can learn a lot by working with a five-year-old! Why, just a few minutes ago while cutting down a hedge the lessons were flowing. I was straining my old guts out trying to cut through a 40-year-old plant with a bow saw. I had been at it for about half an hour when up walks Brandon. He grabbed one of my fresh cuts and jerks it out of the chorus line of shrubs. As he does he lets out a war whoop and says, “Grandpa, look what I just did!” My thoughts went carnal, “You little runt! I’ve been straining and grunting for half an hour and you just come up and give a yank on a twig and yell, ‘Look what I did?’”. Then it hit me. That is so often what I do with my Father. He has worked, toiled and detailed every aspect of a particular situation. Then I step in and hoist a twig and say, “LOOK WHAT I JUST DID!” thumping my chest at my great accomplishment. A few seconds passed and Brandon chortled anot

'Twas battered and scarred, And the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while To waste his time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile. "What am I bid, good people", he cried, "Who starts the bidding for me?" "One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?" "Two dollars, who makes it three?" "Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three," More than likely you have heard this poem by Myra Brooks Welch. It is a tearjerker. You can learn more about her at  this link . I felt a bit like this Tuesday as I went to the Salvation Army store to make a clothes purchase. The SA is the missionary’s friend. While there I remembered that just a year ago, at this same location, I had found an old clarinet. I didn’t buy it because I felt that it was too expensive. But that thought sparked curiosity and I headed over to the “Jewelry Counter” again. Sounds extravagant... its not.   The, “ Ring the

I don’t know about you but I love my family. It is perfect. We are all happy, believe in Jesus and have jobs. We have relatives who believe. We have a good church, houses and cars. We live, in the best country in the world and in general love being who we are. That was a bunch of fluff wasn't it? In my mind it is often the way i think. All things are perfect and wonderful. Everything will turn out good and God is pleased. I wonder how God sees my family? I wonder how many of us are really living for Him and His cause? I wonder how our days are working together for our good and His praise? I wonder. I tend to prejudice my circumstances and situations in my favor. I do this a lot! I see many faults in others that I overlook in me. I see families who are headed for destruction and can tell way in advance what they need to do to avoid God's judgment. The wayward teen, the loud-mouthed husband and the jealous wife stick out like the proverbial sore thumbs. How can they be