Saturday, March 29, 2008

E is for Easter


I've been bad about posting but...anyways.  I know it's a little late, but E is for Easter today and Everyday.  I went to the Extraordinary Women's Conference with my mom and women from my church yesterday and today.  Among other things, (if you Ever need a good laugh you should find one of Chonda Pierce's dvds) I was reminded of how blessed we really are.  Although life manages to continually get harder as time goes on, what do I really have to complain about? Besides the fact that all of my needs and almost all of my wants are Exceedingly met (click here to find out how you can help someone whose needs aren't met) I have a Savior who decided to send His perfect, willing, divine and only Son to Earth to die an Excruciating death on a cross and pay for Every human's sins.  In spite of this, I still manage to forget why I am alive and let the Everyday, mundane aspects of this difficult life get the best of me.  Where do I get the nerve?  I would love to blame Satan and I'm sure that he plays a large part but I must confess that I allow myself to get wrapped up in the temporary comforts here on Earth. Somehow I also manage to turn my attention inward instead of upward and outward.  Easter is always a reminder of what this life is really about; it's a reminder of Jesus' sacrifice for our benefit.  I'm afraid that I confuse this benefit with 'deserved comfort" and have begun to Expect comfort instead of focusing on "taking up my cross" and following Him, no matter the cost or the sacrifice.  How comfortable are you?

Monday, March 10, 2008

D is also for "Does He Still Feel the Nails?"

The following Ray Boltz song always speaks to me...especially this time of year.

They tell me Jesus died
For my transgressions
That he paid that price a long, long time ago
When he gave his life for me 
On a hill called Calvary
But there's something else I want to know

Does he still feel the nails
Every time I fail
Can he hear the crowd cry "Crucify" again
Am I causing him pain 
Then I know I've got to change
I just can't bear the thought of hurting him.

It seems that I'm so good at breaking promises
And I treat his precious grace so carelessly
But each time he forgives 
What if he re-lives 
The agony He felt on that tree

Holy, holy 
Holy is the Lord 
Holy Holy 
Holy is the Lord

Do you still feel the nails 
Every time I fail
Have I crucified you Jesus with my sins
Oh I'm tired of playing games
I really want to change
I never want to hurt you again

Holy, Holy 
Holy is the Lord
Holy, Holy 
Holy is the Lord

Saturday, March 8, 2008

D is for Doggies!

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D is for Doggies.  

Not much more can be said.  

They are better than kitties, 

That take up the whole bed.


This is my niece Jazz, 

The best canine I know.

If she was entered, 

She would win the whole dog show.


Doggies are the best friends

They trust your every move.

When you're having a rough day,

You're sadness they remove.


D is for Doggies, 

Not much more can be said.

If you have a kitty, 

You should get a dog instead!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Christian v. Baptist


Last week I was placed in a situation where there was a conversation about the differences between Baptists and Jehovah's Witnesses.  One of the guys involved in the conversation wanted to know the differences between his religion (Southern Baptist) and what Jehovah's Witnesses believe.  Unfortunately, he snickered at my coworker's response and, noticeably, made her feel uncomfortable.  Sadly, some of his beliefs were no where near what I (I am Southern Baptist as well) consider true to Southern Baptist belief, much less my Christian faith. Even worse, I confess that I was embarrassed to consider him my brother in Christ.  I attempted to explain some things the way that I have come to understand them but, sensing that the conversation was helping no one, I decided to leave.  For awhile, I could think of nothing less than the insensitive man's remarks.

The next day at work, I apologized to the Jehovah's Witness and said that I hoped she didn't feel uncomfortable or pressured by the two of us.  She agreed that she had been annoyed by the man's actions.  She knows that I am a Christian and I told her that I would love to talk with her more about what she believes.  She invited me to their Easter service, which I plan to attend (please pray!).


With that said, I've been convicted about a few things.  (The sketch to the right symbolizes God chipping away at my rough surface...there's a diamond in this Christian somewhere!)  First, even though I am a Baptist, I consider myself first and foremost a Christian and a child of God.  I never want to find myself defending my religion more than my God.  Second, I must admit that I was very frustrated with the man's demeanor towards the entire situation.  However, I have come to realize that I am not his judge.  He was, after all, the one that started the conversation.  When was the last time I started a conversation in the hopes of spreading a seed and allowing the Holy Spirit to work through me?  Unlike Jehovah's Witnesses and Muslims and other faiths, Christians often shy away from sharing their faith, often to avoid confrontation or being offensive...and often because we don't believe that the Holy Spirit will speak through us.  Tonight at church Preacher David talked about Romans 8:30 and how we will never be "glorified" unless we suffer with Jesus and take a stand for Him.  Fortunately for those of us who wish to be glorified, the world we live in offers us plenty of ways to suffer (Is "under God" still cited in your elementary school's Pledge of Allegiance?) if we are willing to fight (2 Timothy 1:7 - a verse I found that has helped me greatly).  So, you may ask, does God want us to be tactful or offensive when sharing about Him?  Well, lucky for us, we have the Holy Spirit to guide us.  Unlike myself, Jesus knew just what to say and when to say it.  He knew when to be offensive and when to be loving. The Pharisees, who liked to put on a show in the name of religion, weren't big fans of Jesus and his heretical, offensive parables, but the woman at the well sure loved His kind, direct approach.  

I pray that God would use me in the life of my coworker and that He would teach me to be tactful, sincere and open while sharing about Him.  Also, I pray that I would be more devoted to knowing the Truth by reading God's Word more diligently and by being more willing to learn how to defend my faith (not religion) against others.  

When's the last time you shared with someone how they can be saved?

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

B is for Bathroom

Yesterday morning I woke up and headed down the hall for the bathroom.  I closed the door behind me and looked down to see the doorknob (one of those old-timey crystal knobs) on the floor.  When I turned around, I realized that the door was completely closed and I had no way of getting out. Well, I looked for any tool that I could use to escape (its amazing what things you can find in a bathroom closet) but the only thing I came up with was a fingernail file (compliments of my great aunt Nett).  I played with the lock for awhile and made no progress. I went to the window and discovered that it's not painted shut - it would open.  I decided to leave this as my final alternative.  At this point I thought that the situation could be worse; I was surrounded by important "utilities,"  would be very clean by the time I was discovered (Katie would hopefully be home by 2:30 p.m.) and I had plenty of reading material to keep me occupied.  Then, I went back to the door and was able to use the fingernail file to "finangle" (probably not a real word) the lock until it popped open.  I hopped in the shower and fortunately managed to make it to work right on time...that said, B is for Bathroom.
P.S.  Please don't call me to break into any houses...I'm not proud of my new-found talent.  :)

Sunday, March 2, 2008

A is for Alphabet

Ok, so I'm stealing my sister's idea and will be using the letters of the alphabet to guide my blogs. Obviously, today is 'A.'  I'm already cheating by using "alphabet."  I don't really have much to say about the alphabet...to make up for cheating, I'm going to list things that begin with A that make me happy: 

    Altos (I'm secretly jealous of them)
    Austrians 
       Autumn
     Autobiographies
       Amelia (Bedillia and Bailey)
       Amusement Parks
       Angels
       Anklets
       Artichokes (just the ones that talk; aka: Archibald)     
     
I apologize for being boring...I'll try to be more creative as time goes on.  

                                                  
                            
                           

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Blog Numero Uno

So, hello blogosphere. My sister (who deserves full credit for my beautiful header) persuaded me to start a blog. I'll try to blog consistently but past experiences cause me to doubt...

A little about me:
I live in Greenville, South Carolina and I go to Mountain Creek Baptist Church. I'm a grad student at Clemson University (at a satellite location), working on a public administration degree, and I work full time at a small law firm. As far as interests, I love my Savior, Jesus, music, politics, books, needlework (some call me "grandma") and spending time with friends.