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Crazy Love

I’ve recently finished a great book entitled Crazy Love, written by Francis Chan. This book really was used to open my eyes about the crazy kind of love that God has for us. He loves me regardless of how imperfect and just plain messed up I am. That’s Crazy.

The thing that challenged me most through this book though was a comment about being an obvious Christ follower. If you weren’t a Christ follower, would your life look much different? In other words, does the way you live your life constitute total trust, worship, belief, and leaning on God? Or, are you more of just a “nice guy” who goes to church and prays before meals?
If the first statement is true, your life should look completely different and stand out from those who don’t know Christ. In the second example, your life likely more closely resembles those around you not knowing HIM than it does the crazy apostles who were more passionate about telling the news of Jesus than any other thing around them. They acted that way because they were filled with God’s crazy love. Really, is there any other reasonable response to a crazy kind of love like that?
JC
Categories: Spiritual

Rudolph

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer is probably the most popular children’s Christmas carol ever. But, have you ever truly checked out the story this song tells?

So, here’s this outcast sleigh puller. He’s born with some sort of weird thing going on with the electric pulses that move through his nervous system. It seems they back up extra current to his nose causing it to light up “like a light bulb”. I had an uncle with a red bulbous nose but that was from all the booze. Rudolph’s has a more natural cause. Well, anyway, all Rudolph’s classmates think he’s a real weirdo because he’s not equipped like the other typical folks around his hood. The other hoofed helicopters laugh at him and call him names (like Pinocchio). They wouldn’t even let him play Monopoly with them.
All this rejection gets ole Rudy down and he feels like some sort of failure due to all of the rejection when, right at his lowest point, who else but Santa himself asks Rudy to lead the way through a fog storm that otherwise would have made a disaster of the big guys Christmas Eve travel arrangements. His unique abnormality impacted the world in an awesome way that night.
You see, Rudolph was different for sure, but, he was made perfectly different for the purpose that God had in store for him. In some way, all of us have felt like a Rudolph did at the beginning of the song at one time or another. Everyone has had something they’ve tried to hide because it made them feel inadequate, or they were afraid of being rejected. I know for me, I would always catch a bunch of slack from my teachers for “over-analyzing” things. I was the kid that when given the written math problem about two trains leaving the station and what time each would arrive, would drive the teacher nuts at how more information was needed because one loaded heavier might take longer to get to top speed and a less trained driver might not make as quick of time. My teachers hated me. I wouldn’t try to be a pain, but, couldn’t stand not having all the information or knowing all variances weren’t looked into completely. Now, I’ve realized that God put that into me so that I can find things that others sometimes can’t. It helps when I’m consulting a client about what advertising options are best for them, or when I’m showing someone how scripture written thousands of years ago can pertain to their life today.
What is it about you that has made you feel like a Rudolph? What is unique about you that others have thought was strange? Listen to the song now and think of how can you use your shiny nose for a world changing purpose that God has implanted in your heart? When you find that, you’ll begin to feel like the Rudolph at the end of the song rather than the one at the beginning. I know I did.
JC
Categories: Spiritual

Mary, Did You Know?

When I hear the song, Mary, did you know, I can’t help but just imagine the storm of feelings that must have rushed through Mary, the young teen aged mother’s heart. The song asks Mary if she knew things about the baby she’d just given birth to. The thing is, most of the questions this song asks, she did know.

As I type this, my four year old, Ruthie, is sitting on my lap and laying her head on me. I love it when my girls want do take time out of busy play to stop and cuddle their daddy. Times like this make me feel like the most awesome, special, and chosen, person in the world. My children have a special way of making me feel loved, and I’m so full of love for them that, at times, I feel like I could burst with this love. If you’re a parent, I’m sure you’ve had those times when you want to do nothing but sit and admire your children. Maybe watching them sleep, or watching as they play alone and pretend to make conversation with their toys.
Now, can you imagine those same times mentioned in the previous paragraph, if you knew your child was the supernatural incarnation of God? Mary knew this. She knew that Jesus was destined to be the Savior of mankind. She didn’t need to ask if he wanted to be a fireman when He grew up. She knew He created firemen. With all the feelings I have when I’m holding one of my children, I can’t imagine the feelings I might have if I was entrusted with the upbringing of Gods chosen Messiah. I sometimes am nervous at my responsibility as a parent, but, she was responsible for the the care of God in the flesh.
Listen to the song now, and this time, meditate on your experiences with your own kids and what this young woman must have experienced that night in a cold barn.
JC
Categories: Spiritual

The Little Drummer Boy

The Little Drummer Boy is a Christmas caroling classic. Most people can rattle off a few lines, or at least recognize the repetitive phrase, “pa rum pa pum pum“. I was riding in the car with my family on the way to one of those seasonal visits to grandma’s house when this popular winter hit began to play on the radio. My whole family was singing along joyously when my wife looked over and began to giggle at the tears welling up in my eyes. Most of you have figured out by now that I’m a big wuss, bu, before you plan your wisecracks, I’d like you to consider the story this song tells.

Here it is. The day of prophesy has come, and this little boy becomes saddened as he watches people giving precious, valuable gifts to the very Child of God. This kid is poor and has nothing he feels fit to give Jesus. So, in a stretch of desperation, he asks Mary if he may at least play his drum for her baby and receives a nod of permission from the new mother. Nervously, the young drummer begins to tap the drum and keep rhythm with the sounds of the animals who’d gathered around. Next thing you know, Jesus, the baby he came to worship, the savior of mankind, looked his way and smiled in approval of this young man and his desire to give all of himself to his King. You can feel the excitement that must have rushed though his entire body. He must have at that moment been numb with excitement and and the urge to shout with joy to The Lord. Even that which had seemed unworthy and meaningless to the boy a few minutes ago, was pleasing to Jesus because of the whole hearted God pleasing offering it was meant to be.
This should be the story of our lives. You think you don’t have enough to give? You think you don’t have what it takes? You DO! You have something. Maybe you have an hour you can dedicate to serving him through your local church. Maybe you have experiences and a compassion for kids and teens that you could use to introduce them to their savior. Maybe you could dedicate the songs you sing in the shower or at the red light to Him. No matter how tone deaf or how little rhythm you have (the boy in the song had to turn to animal sounds for rhythm help), I promise that a song of praise offered to Christ will be pleasing to HIM.
So, do me (and yourself) a favor, and listen to the song again now. While you do though, think of the things you’ll do today. Find ways you can offer everything today as an act of worship to God who deserves ALL of our time and talents.
JC
Categories: Spiritual

What Messes Me Up?

I was reading yesterday’s blog from my friend Cari Kelly when I began to weep (like a schoolgirl after breaking up with her first boyfriend) while watching the video attached to her post. Those of you who know me, know that I can’t keep from bawling at the thought of a kid in need or in pain. Sorry. I know that’s not tough, or may lack in composure, or whatever you want to call it, but that’s something God seems to use to mess me up quite often.

Why is it that we worry about trivial things like getting the latest generation of iPhone or Blackberry? Or stress over corporate layoffs and downsizing in a country with unemployment services? Why is it common for people drive a $40,000 car while complaing about being too “broke” to financially aide the single mom to get her kids into the local sports league.
We are a horribly petty society. We call these things “issues” when there are kids in the world (or in our own communities), who won’t have a drink of clean water today. Kids who will not eat a meal over Christmas break because they won’t get their school meal. Even worse, there are kids all over the world (and probably your street) who won’t have anyone hold them and tell them they’re loved today.
What can I do? God is messing me up about this for a reason. It burns a fire through me and I won’t quit doing things about it until God decides to mess me up about something else some day. But, for now, this is consuming me.
So tell me…
  • What really messes you up? Causes uncontrollable feelings to rage in you?

Who Are You Attracting/Excluding

I always really get into the worship music at my church, but, yesterday I was caught up in an uncontrollable rejoice during this time. A guest visit by the University of Central Oklahoma’s Ebony Gospel Choir rocked my world, and my church.

It was great to see this predominantly white group of people crying out to God to the worship styling of a different culture. As I looked around I saw more minorities in the crowd than usually attend this church. My wife, noticing the same thing, commented on how nice it was to have a more diverse crowd this weekend. We also discussed how though many of the visitors had church homes and were here to support friends or family who were performing, surely there were some visitors with no church home at all. How can we attract those mentioned with no church homes for future visits and to join our church family. It’s strange how we can grow up in the same town, play on the same teams, go to the same schools, and worship the same God and exclude other races and cultures while we do it.
This experience made me really have to start thinking. Why is it that there are so few minorities in my church? I seriously doubt that someone decided to exclude minorities in our church. As I pondered this, I was reminded of a phenomenon described by John C. Maxwell in his book The 21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership. The Law of Magnetism as described in this book states that “like attracts like” or that people attract others like themselves. Our church is great at reaching 20-40 year old white couples with young children. This is true primarily because that’s the original group that started the church. They attracted others like them, and so begins the snowball effect.
The Law of Magnetism is evident all around us in society today and mostly in our churches.
Chances are that whatever organization you’re leading (it’s not just churches), there are people being missed by your business or ministry.
So, if this just happens naturally by the Law of Magnetism, how do we combat it? We use this very same phenomenon to our advantage. Maybe for you it’s as simple as including a more diverse variety of music on the play list coming over the speakers of your business. For some of you it may be offering different styles or slogans to the apparel you sell. For our church, maybe it’s adding a little more “soul” to our worship experience or more visits from that UCO Ebony Gospel Choir.
The point is that if the mission of your organization is to reach as many people as possible, you’ve got to ask what things you can do to become more “like” the people you’ve been missing.
JC

Break Your Children

I plan to break my children this week.

Here’s what I mean. When I was young, my mother would make some HUGE meals. Not for us. She was a single mom with 4 kids to raise. She couldn’t afford to feed us steak and potato meals all the time. However, any time a windfall of money (equal to an hour of overtime pay) would come her way, she’d splurge on a HUGE meal. This meal wasn’t for our family though.
My mom would cook this meal with meat, potatoes, veggies, bread, and desert. The cool thing is what we would do with that meal. After it was finished, it would be served up on paper plates wrapped in foil to make as many meals as possible, then, we would drive around the city and find someone who seemed in need of a meal who we could give it to. As I grew older I would sometimes get out and give the meals to people, but my fondest memory is of sitting in the car and watching through the window as my mother would approach a stranger with what could possibly have been their first warm meal in days. I was so proud of my mom. Even though there were times I’m sure she wondered how she would provide for her kids, she found ways to give to so many others.
When times came that I was unable to wear the same shoes as the other kids, or wear the name brand jeans, or get a video game system (the original Nintendo), I understood how fortunate I was rather than focusing on what we lacked.
She “broke” me. Whenever I see someone in need, my heart breaks all over again. She created kids who love to give. Kids who love to help others. Kids who are grateful for everything they have. She created kids whose greatest desire is to help others. I now will begin to “break” my kids and pray that they will gain some of those same attributes from the experience.
Thanks Mom. Thanks for “breaking” me. You’re my hero and I love you.
JC

Christmas… Without all the Crap

My wife (Pepper) and I were with a group of friends recently when I said “I hate Christmas”. Well, I know that’s what I said but not actually quite what I meant. So, In the following paragraphs I’ll try to clarify my feelings on this subject.

I’ll first off mention that this conversation was taking place 1 week before the Thanksgiving holiday. Boy I LOVE Thanksgiving! Not just because of a four-day weekend, football, or event the excuse to overeat. Thanksgiving to me, is like Christmas… without all the crap. Think about it. Even the annual cartoons on television will focus on being thankful and surrounded with those you love. Even giving. We share a meal together (which is a special thing). Many cultures would consider the sharing of a meal as the most intimate and precious thing people can do together. It represents the sharing of that which sustains life.

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