Posts Tagged ‘life’

How to Live out Grace, A Personal Illustration

February 22, 2017 3 comments
img_6560_yellow_webAs I was getting ready to work at my home office this morning I noticed that my son left an English paper home, and I texted him about it. Shortly thereafter, I received a call from him noting a sense of desperation to figure out a way to at least get some credit for completing his work. From past experience, there were negative ramifications for submitting a project late, and, like most any good parent would, I had to remind him a couple times already this school year that we must all submit to the consequences of our mistakes. Today, he was 15 minutes away from learning that painful lesson yet again.
Going against my normal instincts, my mind rang with an opportunity to Read more…

Wonder: Still got it?

November 1, 2013 Leave a comment

Girl_bubbles_awe_iStock_000019168953XSmallSo often we trudge through each day handling our tasks, only to complete everything (or add some to the next day’s list) and then do the same the next day. Honestly, such an existence is mundane, boring, and an absolute waste! Yet, it’s so funny how we all fall into that repetitive trap.

Just this morning, a beautiful thought radiated into my mind Read more…

A Boy and His Prize

August 30, 2012 2 comments

Just before summer started, I observed a boy of 8-9 years of age searching for a prize so energetically that I had to stop my typical hurried walk from my car to the office and watch.

The sun cast a yellow glow that day, and the shadows were long. There, on the edge of an empty parking lot, a young boy had removed himself from the passenger seat of his parent’s car and was stalking a small creature. His actions were nervous and full of life, extraneous, and swelling as he approached the tiny target. There was no little movement, for the rise of a leg also caused his head to bend back and his arms to fly outward. Steps progressed, and then, as he neared his target, he magically shrunk and was extremely still. Only two small hands protruded from what had become an orb, and these would joust forward, then halt and retreat, joust, then halt and retreat. This occurred several times. The boy’s head then turned toward the vehicle nervously, seeking maternal encouragement. A few words came from inside. Silent. Fidgety. Then, with all the speed he could muster, the boy struck – both hands straight down onto the dew-moistened earth, hands covering where his prize once rested. Silent. Still. Anticipation rose as our lad scooped his hands together, shot his torso from the ground, and looked for his new little captive.

Jumping up and down, running around the car, arms went every which way. How could he have missed? He must win, he must!

Just then, the target came back into view from several feet away, and the process was repeated. Big steps, small orb,… This time, as his hands struck and then rose from the earth the animal remained within a gentle grasp. The celebration started as the boy hurried with his prize to the driver’s side of the white auto. The door flung open and this wild creature became a member of the family, for it was about to make the journey in a plastic looking case. The boy’s fingers now free, he jumped and danced with arms flailing – the touchdown dance moved several times around the vehicle. Ecstatic! This continued for several minutes. Finally, our young man wiped his hands on his pant legs and jumped into the seat from where he started. The car started and continued its journey the rest of the way to school.

Funny thing, I saw this story happen nearly three months ago, and I thought I must write about it. As a director, it was a great observation of childhood behavior with strong motivation. Time passed and I forgot. This morning I was pleasantly surprised as the story repeated itself when I pulled my car to a stop about a 100 yards from the same boy, now a bit taller, on the edge of a distant parking lot.

I ran inside, and here I sit recollecting my thoughts. I couldn’t let the story pass me once again! Now you, as a reader, have been able to participate in this brief occurrence. At the same time, I also bring this story with a challenge… What prize are you seeking? I’m too old, or too busy, or ______ (fill in the blank)! It’s strange how we admire the energy of a child in a case such as the story above, but isn’t it so true that in our adult lives we seem to have given up living when we settle for merely existing at a level of mediocrity and not pursuing those things that God has built us to do? What’s the risk? What are the rewards? Is the journey worth it?

Personally, I don’t want to settle, and though it’s hard to keep from doing so because there are so many who have succumbed to “hum-drum,” I very much want to be alive – being willing to maybe look a little foolish with youthful enthusiasm as I seek for the prize and claim what’s in store. Don’t give up on your God-given dreams.

A Change of Perspective: What’s Really Imortant in Life?

April 22, 2010 Leave a comment

Today was quite a different day. It started with a quick chug of my vitamins on the way out the door to teach my 7 am class at Trinity Baptist College. Then, there was the playing of a short film as an illustration in a high school chapel. Just after that, I was in my wife’s classroom teaching second graders about the 4 major forces involved in flight and how to fold paper airplanes. Now, I sit in the back control room running screens for a funeral.

Life gets so busy that we have a tendency to forget about the one element we need for all the hustle and bustle to exist – Read more…

Learning to Laugh at Yourself

March 27, 2010 Leave a comment

So, there we were; my family was walking with a gentle stroll through Downtown Disney in Orlando. We were headed down to check out one of the newer dinner attractions, T-Rex, before heading back to our favorite spot for a quick quality meal at Earl of Sandwich, when a wet flutter flapped down onto my head. Unsure of the commotion happening above me, I quickly dropped and began swinging my hands up at the winged intruder of my personal space. The seagull left as quickly as it came, rising above the crowd and looking for another place to get a snack or to rest. A gentleman added that something similar happened to him just the day before. I smiled at the event, and we continued on our trek. The family was quite entertained as we made the rest of our way below a sky filled with additional dive bombers. Read more…

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