Friday Night Flinkets

When our guys were in high school, we used to love the 10 o'clock news with their Friday Night Flights coverage of the football games. We also had a little in-house joke that when you had a restless feeling, you had the flinkets. I think last night I had the Friday Night Flinkets. After a great week with the team here, we got home late then had a quick but excellent dinner of tomato basil soup, stir fry, and Spam sandwiches then settled down in the living room and started flipping through the channels. Nothing. When we heard the first few explitives fly out of Nicholas Cage's mouth in Trapped in Paradise, we jointlly decided, "This is definitely not what I had in mind for entertainment." I looked around--I had letters to write, a map lying in the living room floor I wanted to frame...but somehow that wasn't it either. We came in the office and downloaded some of Hayden's pictures we hadn't seen before and that WAS entertaining, but it really made me miss him. Flinkets rising and I started feeling my energy draining. I don't know if anyone reads this but our friend Jerry (thanks, Jerry!) but I want to archive this for myself--Flinkets are the call of my heavenly Father who wants me to retreat under the shadow of His wing where He wants to love me, direct me, and encourage me. Now that's not "trapped" but it is "paradise".

The Great Unless

I love living in Arkansas. We woke up this clear morning--only moderately cold--to the sound of singing birds and the sun spilling into the house. Christmas is like the tail lights in a time exposed picture at night in Paris--a bright streak of pleasant memories--but with a strong desire to get the tree taken down and make it look like January around here with something other than red and green. For real now--put the new batteries in the smoke alarms (on the to do list since the time change as suggested by the fire department), try again to get everyone's birthdays on a calendar where I can really remember them, organize the 2007 pictures--and, of course, actually jump on the little trampoline instead of piling giftwrap on it and eat carrot sticks instead of carrot cake. A smile creeps across my face when I think how God set the stars and planets in motion to add regular cycles of life to our existence. It's almost a cliche in our circles that He loves fresh starts, but He does! Just as the anticipation of Christmas dissolves into "enough", so our new resolve for living passionate, disciplined lives wears thin by February. The great "unless" is that His mercies are new every morning and His offer to fill our senses with a new awareness of His great omnipresence is waiting on the pillow. Somebody remind me of this in a few weeks. I may forget.

Pie in the Sky...and Here Too

This is not a new thought. It's something I have been churning in my mind for several weeks. While listening to a message on spiritual gifts at our church we moved from, a picture formed in my mind of a pie chart with about 8 equal sections (or however many gifts were mentioned). The idea was that each gift was just as important as the next and had an important and needed place in the body of Christ. On revisiting that thought, I am seeing a pie chart with a sliver for each individual--still equal, but each person with a complex, unique mix of personality and abilities to contribute to the health and well-being of the body so that it can be an accurate picture of Jesus among us.



Sadly, I'm afraid some pieces of the pie get enlarged and seem overly important, overstepping the bounds of the circle. Others, for whatever reason--lack of appreciation, laziness, straying away and distracted by the world--either don't make it into the radius of the circle or get swallowed up altogether.



The new thought this morning was "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done." When we get to heaven, we will say that was then, but this is now--every pie piece is just the right size and fits in its exact place like a puzzle piece. Every person will be there and there will be one large pie,

Perpetual Gallery

When I was little, my dad gave me a perpetual calendar that I was completely enthralled with. I could tell the day of the week anyone I knew was born, what day Christmas would be on in five years, and when the last leap year was. Fascinating! Looking out the window beyond my computer screen and thinking about the Father of all who specializes in "perpetual", I was just thinking that He gives us a perpetual art gallery. Those new picture frames that revolve with pictures have nothing on God! I have this habit of whipping out my camera, which I always have with me in my purse, to take a picture of the sky and now have quite a collection of rainbows, billowy clouds it looks like you could sit on, and dark streaky skies full of color.

The heavens truly are telling the glory of God, and anyone in the world has a birdseye view of His museum of clouds, planets and stars. Many pockets of the world don't have any written descriptions of the pictures in their gallery, but the Spirit of God, the Great Curator, is still speaking to some to go so they will know who the Great Artist of the Gallery Above is. He is calling many who already are trained and great admirers of His work to write descriptions for them in their own languages so they can really know Him who painted a great masterpiece of eternity He has made it possible for them to actually step into. What a perpetual and ultimate Old Master He is!

The Fruit Diet

I want to go on the fruit diet, and like many other realities in the upside-down world of the Kingdom, the diet I discipline myself for is for other people around me more than for my own benefit. Think of all the bright colored, sweet things others could be seeing and enjoying in me--cold, crisp Fuji apples (love), cute little seedless and easy-to-peel clementines (joy), those ultra-sweet pears from Harry and David (peace), and those fuzzy little kiwi fruits from far-away New Zealand (patience). The result is a more energized, better-looking me that fits in the spiritual clothes I want to wear. Just like when one person goes on the South Beach diet and shapes up, it makes everyone else want to shape up too. That's what I want to do for the body of Christ. Instead, I often succumb to my diet of "pecan pie" (jealousy), "French fries" (bursts of anger), and "doughnuts"(it's-all-about-Me thoughts), which equates to a lazy, indulgent, overweight me with untoned muscles. I know it's almost Christmas when we think it's OK to indulge, but I want to have the January, new-start mentality all year round.

The Driving Force of "Lost"

How could it have happened? The shiny new cabinet door hardware we bought to upgrade the somewhat mousy cabinets in our 20-year-old house is no where to be found. Why can't we just be happy that we have found the other 99.99% of things we moved? Why is it that we are consumed with daily opening of boxes in the attic and garage, hoping that--just maybe--we will uncover the lost treasure and be at peace at last and the time of the search will have ended. Hmmm...wasn't there a story about the shepherd who couldn't rest until he found that missing sheep? We KNOW him! He's still looking for that sheep in the remotest mountains of Afghanistan and the tribes of Indonesia. The US Center for World Mission on Mt. Sequoyah gives a great vantage point for feeling the breeze of the Spirit as we stand by the cross looking out over the landscape. We long to be driven by the Heart of the Shepherd for those nameless faces of that lone "sheep" caught in thickets around the world. The Spirit in us drives us on.

If God Shopped at WalMart

I have been thinking about how, in it's simplest form, the message of our relationship with God is that we are containers for His glory. My mind ran to these wonderful clear boxes with blue lids that they sell at WalMart that we have chosen to organize our previously disorganized lives with. I'm embarrassed to tell you how many we have bought, but the number is not a lot unlike the stars in the sky that God promised Abraham He would fill.

If God shopped at WalMart--and I say this in total reverence to loosely illustrate my point--I think He would use boxes like these to store His Treasures. In His grace though, He has given us--the boxes--a will of their own. We are allowed to choose if we will let Him fill our storage capacity up with what He wants to put in, or will we--

* Never open the lid for Him?

* Be so concerned with having the prettiest decoration on the outside (rather than its storage purpose), making it impossible to see inside?

* Look at the box next to itself and wish it had what it has inside.

* Try to mislabel our box.

* Take on so many heavy things in our box that when the Owner tries to pick it up, it's so heavy the handle comes off and rather than using what He had stored, He has to stop and put the handle back on so He can carry it to where its needed. Or He has to sort out all the miscellaneous things that we containers have opened our lids to.

Of course, He never minds the sorting process and loves His boxes so much that He never minds sorting or fixing, but when the boxes cooperate, it makes Him happy. God knows exactly what He wants to store in our containers and they fit perfectly on His shelves. He has purchased them all, even though He knows the mischievous containers jump off shelves, throw useless stuff in, and graffiti the outside. "But this precious treasure, this light and power that now shine within us, is held in perishable containers, so everyone can see that our glorious power is from God and is not our own." II Cor. 4:7