Things to think about while I ponder about things.....Mental Multi-Tasking

O.K. I am not too sure that I can go with this one. I am all for napping on long flights. I'm not too sure that it's a good idea for pilots...read here.


That's what I say...read here

Do we really want this kind of technology in the hands of some guy wanting to power his huntin' cabin? read here

These are fom Guatemala City. The side that rarely makes the news here. pictures here

I am writing more and will post more soon. These are things that I have been thinking about as a result of surfing the web.

"The authors argued involuntary birth-control measures, including forced sterilization, may be necessary and morally acceptable under extreme conditions, such as widespread famine brought about by "climate change."


This is the face of eugenics. This is Obama's Science Czar, John Holdren.

Read article here.

Living a Life Worth Giving

Matt 26:6-13 (NKJV)
6 And when Jesus was in Bethany at the house of Simon the leper, 7 a woman came to Him having an alabaster flask of very costly fragrant oil, and she poured it on His head as He sat at the table. 8 But when His disciples saw it, they were indignant, saying, "Why this waste? 9 For this fragrant oil might have been sold for much and given to the poor." 10 But when Jesus was aware of it, He said to them, "Why do you trouble the woman? For she has done a good work for Me. 11 For you have the poor with you always, but Me you do not have always. 12 For in pouring this fragrant oil on My body, she did it for My burial. 13 Assuredly, I say to you, wherever this gospel is preached in the whole world, what this woman has done will also be told as a memorial to her."

One has to wonder what was going through the mind of this woman. It is pretty safe to say that she first saw Jesus and then, after gazing from afar, runs home to get the most precious thing she had to give, perfume. Imagine the range of emotions she must have felt from first glance to running back home, to picking up the perfume, “ Oh, this will show Him” she thinks to herself. As she slides into Simon’s crowded house, she pulls out the jar of perfume and starts to pour it all out on Jesus. The mental picture I get is one of tears flowing down her face as she pours the most costly thing she owns on a Savior who is giving all for her. At that moment she realized that she had worth. It didn’t matter what the others said. All that mattered was that she was living her life in the moment for Him. She was living a life worth giving.

Like that woman, we all have something to give, something of great worth. Great worth costs much. Through out the ages many people have gone before us willing to pour out their lives as an offering to other people. Most of these people are nameless. Sure, it doesn’t look like the woman pouring expensive perfume on Jesus. However, it looks the same in that it is selfless giving of one’s life for the sake of others.

Friends, we are all called to help one another. Our lives are the most costly thing we have. Our life is our greatest worth. There is so much more to this life than the things we accumulate. Our Savior paid the greatest price to save us. Our lives are extremely valuable. Great worth costs much. How much are you willing to spend? I believe Jesus made this very point when He told the rich young ruler how he could get into heaven.

18 Now a certain ruler asked Him, saying, "Good Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?" 19 So Jesus said to him, "Why do you call Me good? No one is good but One, that is, God. 20 You know the commandments: 'Do not commit adultery,' 'Do not murder,' 'Do not steal,' 'Do not bear false witness,' 'Honor your father and your mother.' " 21 And he said, "All these things I have kept from my youth." 22 So when Jesus heard these things, He said to him, "You still lack one thing. Sell all that you have and distribute to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me." 23 But when he heard this, he became very sorrowful, for he was very rich. Luke 18:18-23 (NKJV)

The world, right now, has more needs unmet than met. One third of the world population controls a majority of the world’s wealth. Funny thing about wealth is that we tend to have this separation anxiety in regards to it.

What are you going to sell?

Is this a call to a life of poverty for everyone? No. However, it is a call for everyone to take their most precious gift, life, and give it to others. Our life is not one of sitting quietly and doing nothing, but a life of focused abandonment for a God who did the same.

I believe that Jesus gave me life. It is of great worth. It was meant to be lived, not for myself, but for others. Like the rich young ruler, we are called to live a life worth giving.

The needs are there. How then shall we live? Better yet, how then shall we give?

I leave you with these lyrics from the song, Kiss Your Feet, by John Mark Mcmillan. I was listening to the song when I started to write this.

I dreamed I kissed your feet
Between the cigarette butts
On the side of fourteenth street
I got down on my hands and my knees
With an alabaster jar

Whose Servant Are You?

This is a true story. The names (except mine) have been changed to protect the humble.

It was a day like any other day in the hot Kansas City summer. One only had to look at the streets, and for only seconds at a time with out proper eyewear, to see the waves of heat reaching towards the blue sky. The 98% humidity left one feeling as if they needed a shower seconds after leaving the comfort of air conditioning. It was here, in the land of blistering heat and pit stains that we made our home. My name is Chuck, and this is my story.

I was on a mission that hot summer day, to find a broken toilet at the huge complex known as IHOP, the International House of Prayer, not the pancake place. Ok, the toilet wasn’t hard to find, and the complex was more of a strip mall converted into a ministry center that focuses on 24/7 prayer and worship. The toilet wasn’t really broken it just needed a battery for the automatic flush valve. I was told that a man named George would be able to direct me to the aforementioned toilet.

I walked into the Prayer Room lobby and made my way past the throngs of visitors and interns, to information desk where a precious saint, Judy, was working. I told her my business, and asked where I might find George. She directed me to the end of the hall to the janitor office.

Right up to the moment I opened the door I had no idea who George was. As I opened the door I looked over and saw George Malone, a fairly well known worship leader, sitting at the desk. I knew who he was and I wondered why he was sitting in the janitor office talking on the phone. I chalked it up to quirky artistic types, and waited for him to get off the phone. He got off the phone and I asked him if he knew where I could find George.

“That would be me.”

"No, really, I was told to find George; that he would tell me…” I didn’t get the chance to finish when he interrupted.

“Which toilet to fix?”

“Um, yeah.” I said as I think this guy is operating in a high level of the prophetic.

He told me to hold on for a second, as he got up from the desk, put on some latex gloves, gathered a bucket with cleaning supplies and a toilet brush and said, “ Follow me.”

He showed me to the ailing toilet, and I did what was needed. As I was replacing the battery George started cleaning the other toilets. I was amazed. Here was this guy who travels all over the world doing missions and playing music and he's in Kansas City cleaning toilets.

George doesn’t know this, but that act of service made an indelible mark on my soul. Up to that point I had read of people doing such things, and knew of a handful of unknown leaders doing acts of service, but never anyone of his caliber cleaning toilets. I don’t know what I thought, as if someway we, as Christians, pay our dues and then don’t have to do the dirty work anymore. Leave that for the interns and lesser known. Wow.

Being the servant, it is the model of leadership that Jesus gave us.

John 13:5-15 (NKJV)

⁵ After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet, and to wipe them with the towel with which He was girded. ⁶ Then He came to Simon Peter. And Peter said to Him, “Lord, are You washing my feet?” ⁷ Jesus answered and said to him, “What I am doing you do not understand now, but you will know after this.” ⁸ Peter said to Him, “You shall never wash my feet!” Jesus answered him, “If I do not wash you, you have no part with Me.” ⁹ Simon Peter said to Him, “Lord, not my feet only, but also my hands and my head!” ¹⁰ Jesus said to him, “He who is bathed needs only to wash his feet, but is completely clean; and you are clean, but not all of you.” ¹¹ For He knew who would betray Him; therefore He said, “You are not all clean.” ¹² So when He had washed their feet, taken His garments, and sat down again, He said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? ¹³ You call Me Teacher and Lord, and you say well, for so I am. ¹⁴ If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. ¹⁵

If you want to offend some Christians just say this: Jesus came to serve us.

What greater service than to die for our sins. What greater service than to heal the sick, make the blind see, the cripple walk and set captives free.

The kingdom of God is an inside out upside down kingdom where the first on earth are last. It is where one dies to gain and loses all to win. Where the least of these here are leaders there. The meek shall inherit the earth.

So, whose servant are you?

Been Too Long

I have been out of the loop so to speak for quite a while. Life interrupts things like blogs from time to time. I have had lots to write about, but not the time to do so. One side result of neglecting these things has caused me to forget the original thought and in trying to catch that again, I find it is lacking. So, to keep from posting something stale, I will start (or restart) with fresh thoughts and words.

So here ya go.....

Wow, this whole Obama school speech twaddle makes me think that our government is doing something really bad that they don't want known hence the argument over a political non issue like a speech to school children. Are we supposed to believe that teachers are against Obama? Didn't they support him in the election? It's a "Oh, look a bunny!" diversion tactic if you ask me. Just sayin'

Sometimes, God, I feel like I'm living in a bone grinding mill
And every time I hear the sound I can barely stand still
It's a thing I can't quite make out sometimes but it seems to keep getting louder-
One more body from the valley of the dry bones getting ground up into powder
Against Your holy will

Oh, God, it hurts so bad to love anybody down here
Why don't You come and help me out?
Cause I can't even see clear

18 Bullet Holes- Waterdeep

Playing With Blogger

As you may have noticed I have changed some stuff on this blog. These changes in no way reflect anything other complete boredom on my part. The picture is from Memorial Day 09 in KCMO. The Fox News feed is from Google. The words of a bored man are from me.

I would like to sit down and write for a bit, but my apartment is taken over by children hopped up on sugar. WOOT!

I'll let them stay up until 2am and then wake them up a 6am. That will ensure a smooth and easy day.

Help, The Anointing Has Lifted and I Can’t Make It To My Limo!

Note: This is a very rough draft of one chapter of a book I am writing called "For Real, Being Real in an Unreal Church". It is, like the rest of the book, unfinished. I wanted to post this because this is what is going on in my head right now.


Shortly after we were saved, after the glory cloud lifted and we started seeing that even though they were in church, people were still people; we had the chance to see the inner workings of a real life, not too sure how biblical, pastor search committee. During this time we saw a variety of “preachers” come to audition. It was during this time that I realized that a majority of preachers and pastors are full of themselves, especially the self proclaimed bishops, evangelists prophets.

After one such “audition” the prospective pastor, an over the top spitting, screaming towel carrying man o’God called the worship team to play during the altar call. Somewhere between then and the mad rush to Applebee’s this guy ducked out the side door into the office across the hall. As we, the guardians of truth and all that is holy, known as the search committee filed into the office we saw this guy with head in hands looking as if he ran a marathon. When asked how he was his rely was, “The anointing really takes it out of me.” Being a new Christian at the tome, I didn’t read too much into it. But his words stuck with me.

From Easton’s 1897 Bible Dictionary one form of anointing “was also an act of hospitality (Luke 7:38, 46). It was the custom of the Jews in like manner to anoint themselves with oil, as a means of refreshing or invigorating their bodies (Deut. 28:40; Ruth 3:3; 2 Sam. 14:2; Ps. 104:15, etc.). This custom is continued among the Arabians to the present day. (emphasis mine)


As I look back I realized that this guy was more about his power, and not too much about God. If this man were truly anointed he would have the energy to do what God set before him. I’m pretty sure that hiding from the people after service was not part of God’s plan for this man.

I read an article from J. Lee Grady recently titled Reality Check: The Case For Relational Christianity. The following is an excerpt from that article.


A friend in Alabama recently told me about a preacher who came to his city in unusual style. The man arrived at a church in a limousine and was whisked into a private waiting room behind the stage area. The evangelist gave specific instructions to leave his limousine's engine running (I guess he wasn't concerned about rising gas prices) so that the temperature inside his car would remain constant.

This evangelist then preached to a waiting crowd, took up his own offering and retired to the waiting room for some refreshments. Then he left the church with his entourage without even speaking to the host pastor.
Reality Check: The Case for Relational Christianity June 23, 2009


It was the combination of my encounter with the anointed pastor and J. Lee Grady’s article that gave me the title, and got me to thinking (again) about the absurd heights we place church leaders.

We have created a cult of personality within the church. We have taken 1 Samuel 26:9 But David said to Abishai, “Do not destroy him; for who can stretch out his hand against the LORD’s anointed, and be guiltless?” (New King James Version) and let charlatans and wolves into our churches, all the while living in fear that hail the size of VW Bugs and lightning will hit us if we dare question anything, cause you know there is that part in the bible where David had the chance to kill Saul, but didn’t, so somehow that applies to the new covenant. (There is also 1 Chronicles 16:22 and Psalm 105:15 that really have no connection to today’s modern church) This gives these leaders carte blanche to do whatever they please without any fear of real consequence in this life.

Another thing that happens to these untouchables is sad and regrettably avoidable if there were such a thing as accountability, and that's sin. A result of placing these people into these elevated celebrity status is that they are left alone, to their own devices and eventually end up in some sort of sin that shocks us and makes us recoil in disbelief saying, “But aren’t they God’s anointed?”

We have heard countless stories of pastors having marriage problems, infidelity issues, porn addiction, runaway children, etc. These issues, and countless others have kept leaders isolated felling like they can’t tell anyone they are human and they need help because, after all, aren’t they God’s anointed?

We need, as J. Lee Grady puts it, a reality check

I Got Internet For Now

We have been blessed with an old eMac and decided to hook it up to the internet for giggles. The operating system is ancient. I am looking for an upgrade, a free one. For now we have internet.

I Blog Sometimes..

Once upon a time there was a little man who had a computer. This little man would write inane words that were formed into sentences and paragraphs. Usually it involved a collection of words designed to steal away little bits of irretrievible time.-boy that's ten minutes I'll never get back-
One day the little man's computer died and he was forced to post from his phone. That was fun at first, but it lost it's techie newness quicker than a puppy pooping on the carpet.
So, this little man is once again posting with his thumbs, marvelous invention those thumbs. However, the size of the phone keypad and cumbersome thumbs make posting a chore.
Please help the little man by praying he gets a computer soon. If this continues much longer he may suffer from Uma Thurman thumbs, being able to hitch hike and pull out plunbs, but unable to post anything of substance with a Palm Centro keypad.