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Pinched November 14, 2007

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Why is it that sermons sound so good, so easy, and make me so smug while I’m in the pew listening and thinking about how everyone else needs to make application of it but then later in the week they start pinching and I realize that I need a powerful dose of the application myself?

“Be generous like God is” says the pastor and I think how good that is, that we really should be generous and that after all, I am, and that it really feels good to be generous anyhow and it is too bad more people don’t realize that for themselves and be more generous (especially in my direction). And “be generous” has a nice, coming-up-on-Thanksgiving kind of feel to it, too. How innocuous.

But then Miss Dance needs me to be generous with my time helping her get unstuck in her logic lesson. Mr Music needs a mom who will be generous helping him late at night with a nosebleed (What? That’s Mom’s computer time!!). Guests who were invited are not following proper good guest etiquette and saying, “What can we bring?” and being grateful but just acting like it is their home.  And so on, it goes without stopping all week.

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At the moment “Be generous” sounds like maybe something that should not be preached on. Ever again in my hearing.

Good thing for grace.

Defy November 14, 2007

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The good people at engrish.com have provided an interesting T-shirt for me to ponder.

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I have been mulling this one over for a few days. It seems each day there is some other keen edge of desire I need to defy. Yesterday was a grey day and it would have been easy to yield to the temptation of listening to Christmas music too early. I could have used a support group. Now, if you are a person who does not believe it shows Weakness of Character to listen to Christmas music before Thanksgiving, then it is OK for you to do it. But I believe it is wrong. It is like the “eating meat sacrificed to idols thing” and I am the weaker brother, so I defied the keen edge of desire and did not listen. Not even to the brand new Mannheim Steamroller CD my Mum gave me.

Today I had to defy the keen edge of desire to take a nap.

Who knows what it will be tomorrow?

And the part in small type, doesn’t that sound straight out of Ecclesiastes, just dumbed down a bit? “A time to be happy and a time to be sad.”