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seeing the glory of God in the ordinary things of life
 

1.19.2008
 
 

4.25.2005
 

During the past five years, I've been putting the mantra to a very specific test with astounding results. I hum the mantra, asking Go for more real ministry, then following the nudge of the Holy Spirit, I ask a complete stranger, "How can I help you?" Many of them correct my grammar, but others just say, "Beat it creepo." But once at the Atlanta airport, in transit between real holy ministry events, I walked up to a stunning divorcee business woman, wearing all sorts of expensive Italian accessories. I blurted out, "What can I do for you?"
"Beat it creepo," she said.
"No, really, what can I do for you?" I said.
"I'm going to call security if you don't leave me alone," she said sideways.
"No, really, what can I do for you?" I said again.
"Oh, you must be one of those guys with the Jabez mantra," she said. "Six others beat you already." She paused. "Here's what you can do then," she said. My eyes lit up-it was one of those Christian sentence moments, I could tell.

She looked directly at me and said, "Be human! You're too ethereal and ghostly. Your fingers aren't even touching your briefcase, for Pete's sake," she said. "Grow up. Doesn't the Incarnation mean anything? Life is more than passing out Christian sentences. Pure religion is to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction. Show me how to see the glory of God in the ordinary things of life; show me how to be faithful and find meaning in the quotidian; show me how to 'eat my bread with joy and drink my wine with a merry heart' like Solomon says. Show me how to raise children so that, from them, generations will rise up and count me blessed. Show me how to live life artfully. Show me...."

She kept shouting after me as I wandered off.
Douglas Jones, The Mantra of Jabez



 

4.23.2005
 

Ask and ye shall receive.

On the docket for tomorrow's prayer: "Pray for the ministries of Christ Church of Searcy, Arkansas and their pastor Todd Davis." Glory to God for this privlege!



 

4.22.2005
 

I feel the need to go garver for a while.

I will leave you with this little known fact: At some point, my pastor's football team beat Uncle Rico's in '82.



   

Just about every night, Ashley comes into our room, stands next to the bed, and says to me, "Daddy, can I get in there?". And I pull her up in with me, always with the expectation of taking her back to her bed in a few minutes, when she is asleep again. Usually it's about three or four hours later when I take her back, though.

Anyhow... last night this all happened as usual, except for one thing. Instead of me carrying her back, she got out of our bed, and went to her own. Out of her own volition. Just because. I still had to get up and go in there, because Geneva got a little freaked out when Ashley crawled back into bed with her.

I guess she got tired of having to share the bed with Daddy, Mommy and Fiona.



 

4.21.2005
 

If ever you're having a tasty dessert, and you think, 'hey, whipped cream would be good with this", but then are informed that you do not have any heavy whipping cream in the house, do not consider using some of the half&half that you happen to have as a substitute. It just doesn't work probably won't do what you expect. The milk, you would likely learn, takes precedence over the cream.



   

Oh crap... I'm on the bubble!

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via Mark



 

4.20.2005
 
 

4.19.2005
 

I just saw a student... a college, now... standing in the hallway, picking the crusts off a sandwich.



   

There's a new pope... Joseph Ratzinger was elected. He'll be known as Pope Benedict XVI



   

buzzz.

So I cut my hair last night. Not Too Shabby.

Megan made it look nice.