Found this quote from Bruce Springsteen in John Maxwell’s Leadership Wired email…
A time comes when you need to stop waiting for the man you want to become and start being the man you want to be.
A digital commonplace for a Regular Guy called Charlie Pharis
Found this quote from Bruce Springsteen in John Maxwell’s Leadership Wired email…
A time comes when you need to stop waiting for the man you want to become and start being the man you want to be.
Ever had your butt kicked? Ever had your butt kicked by a dead guy? I have! And I do, nearly every day.
See, I get this devotional from A.W. Tozer delivered to my Inbox every morning. And usually the brief samples of Tozer’s writing and thinking pack a pretty powerful punch and deliver a good swift kick, right where it does the most good.
Consider this from today, the final installment in a series on prayer…
Oh God, Let me die rather than go on day by day living wrong. I do not want to become a careless, fleshly old man. I want to be be right so I can die right. Lord, I do not want my life to be extended if it would mean that I should cease to live right and fail in my mission to glorify You all of my days!
I would not want an extra 15 years in which to backslide and dishonor my Lord. I would rather go home right now than to live on – if living on was to be a waste of God’s time and my own!
As much as I want to check my email and keep up with the overnight news, I need to hear from God first.
As much as I want to get the positive reviews from yesterday, I need to hear from God first.
As much as I want to get up and get out to the gym, I need to hear from God first.
One of our local public radio stations has a morning classical music program called Second Cup Concert. Today, I was in my office at our building, listening to that program, drinking a pot of Sumatra. (Lately, I’ve had help drinking that coffee, but not today, and that’s a story for another day anyway.)
So, on about my third cup, this just found its way into my notebook…
Coffee is supposed to be a social beverage, one that is best shared with one’s compatriots, in some cozy, yet crowded corner cafe. It’s never intended to be a lonely pursuit, brewed and consumed cup by desperate cup by some fellow who’s lost all his will to live and all his reasons for doing so.
Coffee is meant to be a creative beverage – one that inspires great conversation, great ideas, great dreams. It’s never at its best as a substitute for some poor sap who, but for his supposed religious and cultural sensibilities, would more likely be drowning in the cold crystal bottom of some old-fashioned glass, instead of a warm ceramic mug.
OK, so I was sick yesterday, and missed church for the first time in, well, I don’t remember. But anyway, here are some things you think about when you’re out of your routine…
I can’t remember a Sunday when I didn’t make it to church because of illness, so today is going to be a rare day for me!
I’m coughing like crazy, got a fever, can’t talk (woo hoo! everyone says!), and I feel like some big honking truck has run over me, backed up and run over me again. And again. And one more time for good measure.
If you get a minute, and if you think about it, would you lift up a prayer or two today? Thanks…
Any of you pastor-types having problems getting on pastors.com tonight?
(Hey, after all, it is Saturday night…gotta download those sermons for tomorrow, right?) 🙂
OUCH! This came from the A.W. Tozer daily devotional, and the picture perfectly illustrates the point: an old man, holding on for the ride, but going nowhere…
We have to consider whether we are just going around and around–like a religious merry- go-round. Are we simply holding on to the painted mane of the painted horse, repeating a trip of very insignificant circles to a pleasing musical accompaniment?…
(NOTE: I’m not a theologian or a Bible scholar. Nor do I play one on TV. I didn’t even stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night.)
This morning I was reading Mark’s account of the first Easter morning. and I jotted down some thoughts in my notebook…
I think there is a huge disconnect between what He says and what we see, so for us, the seeing always seems to trump the listening/believing/responding/obeying.
OK, after an earlier Unwind of Kutless and Hillsong, I’ve settled into some Mahler for the rest of the evening (heck, it’ll take that long to listen to the whole thing!)
Anyway, the “Resurrection” that Mahler’s Symphony No.2 refers to is not THE Resurrection that we celebrate today. But the Mahler Second is bold, powerful, inspiring.
And that is almost like – but not nearly as bold, powerful, and inspiring as – THE Resurrection that we celebrate today!
The last movement – for me, at least – is like Beethoven’s Ninth or even the great Puccini aria Nessun dorma. Even if you say you don’t like classical music or opera, it still has a way of moving you.
Of course, as usual, your mileage may vary…