Stories, Poems and Other Stuff...

Sunday, February 12, 2006



In 1970, my father left my mother for another woman. I was 4, my brother Andy was 3. Andy does not have any childhood memories of my dad until he was around 10. He unconsciously chose to block it out. I, on the other hand, chose to shut down emotionally. I forgot how to cry. I became bitter. I became apathetic to the world around me. This affected me spiritually as well. I looked at God from a distance, as one not worthy of being loved. As a result of this view, I became reckless.

A few years after the big divorce, I was in a bike accident and knocked myself out. I remember coming to (at least I thought) in a part of the park I hadn’t seen before. I was laying on a picnic table bench, my head on the lap of someone that did not look familiar, but seemed familiar. I remember that this man had a beautiful face. It was unlike any that I had seen before. He had long hair and a light beard. As I lay on his lap he kept telling me that everything was ok, and that I was fine. I looked at the surrounding scenery. It had become quite sunny I thought. It was bright, but not too bright. I felt comfort. This lasted for some time until I found myself feeling sick to my stomach in a doctor’s office. I wanted to go back. I had a concussion, and a very bad headache.

That moment in time was filed into some back file cabinet in my mind.

As time went on, I found compassion for others. I was still reckless. I stumbled my way through church. It was an on again, off again thing for many years. I put myself into situations that should have gotten me killed, but escaped unscathed. At times I felt invincible. I have been in car wrecks, fallen down a very steep hill, taken enough drugs at one time to kill a horse, had alcohol poisoning more than once and lived in the Mexican wilderness for a couple of weeks with little food and few bottles of rum and tequila. (There are more stories of God’s protection that I may share later.) I know that during this time I felt alone physically, but had a slight feeling that I was not alone, that there was someone with me. I know now that it was Jesus.

Some years after I became a Christian, I realized who that man in the park was. It was Jesus. He was right, everything was ok. How could I have missed that? I was so concerned with my situation that I missed the most important thing in the whole of eternity! I missed Jesus. Or did I?

During my downward spiral He was with me, protecting me until I could come to my senses. It had to be a free will thing. When I was there in that park, I was unsure of who I was with. I did not realize it until much later. I think that it was part of His plan to allow me to go through the things I did in order to minister to those in similar situations. I also believe that He allowed it to increase my faith. I have more than a bruised head to be thankful for. I have a lifetime of close calls to look back at and see the hand of God protecting me.

Reflection is a wonderful thing…..

chuck



In 1970, my father left my mother for another woman. I was 4, my brother Andy was 3. Andy does not have any childhood memories of my dad until he was around 10. He unconsciously chose to block it out. I, on the other hand, chose to shut down emotionally. I forgot how to cry. I became bitter. I became apathetic to the world around me. This affected me spiritually as well. I looked at God from a distance, as one not worthy of being loved. As a result of this view, I became reckless.

A few years after the big divorce, I was in a bike accident and knocked myself out. I remember coming to (at least I thought) in a part of the park I hadn’t seen before. I was laying on a picnic table bench, my head on the lap of someone that did not look familiar, but seemed familiar. I remember that this man had a beautiful face. It was unlike any that I had seen before. He had long hair and a light beard. As I lay on his lap he kept telling me that everything was ok, and that I was fine. I looked at the surrounding scenery. It had become quite sunny I thought. It was bright, but not too bright. I felt comfort. This lasted for some time until I found myself feeling sick to my stomach in a doctor’s office. I wanted to go back. I had a concussion, and a very bad headache.

That moment in time was filed into some back file cabinet in my mind.

As time went on, I found compassion for others. I was still reckless. I stumbled my way through church. It was an on again, off again thing for many years. I put myself into situations that should have gotten me killed, but escaped unscathed. At times I felt invincible. I have been in car wrecks, fallen down a very steep hill, taken enough drugs at one time to kill a horse, had alcohol poisoning more than once and lived in the Mexican wilderness for a couple of weeks with little food and few bottles of rum and tequila. (There are more stories of God’s protection that I may share later.) I know that during this time I felt alone physically, but had a slight feeling that I was not alone, that there was someone with me. I know now that it was Jesus.

Some years after I became a Christian, I realized who that man in the park was. It was Jesus. He was right, everything was ok. How could I have missed that? I was so concerned with my situation that I missed the most important thing in the whole of eternity! I missed Jesus. Or did I?

During my downward spiral He was with me, protecting me until I could come to my senses. It had to be a free will thing. When I was there in that park, I was unsure of who I was with. I did not realize it until much later. I think that it was part of His plan to allow me to go through the things I did in order to minister to those in similar situations. I also believe that He allowed it to increase my faith. I have more than a bruised head to be thankful for. I have a lifetime of close calls to look back at and see the hand of God protecting me.

Reflection is a wonderful thing…..

chuck

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

There is some uproar from the Rollling Stones camp over censorship of a few lyrics during the Super Bowl 1/2 time show. Mick and company are lucky that I wasn't part of that decency brigade. I would have saved us all the visual beating of seeing an AARP group flail around a stage like they were in their 20's. I had to fight tossing my bean dip after seeing Micks geriatric mid rif more than once. Low ride pants are a bad choice for anyone in their 60's. Hike them up like the old un's of the past. My advice for Mick, give it up, forget about it (shouldn't be hard to do ) it's in the past, move on to better, more dignified things like being a knight. Go slay a dragon or something.. I mean, really, save us the abuse.

File this one under "Only in Arkansas".
Click the link, read the story of how a woman saved a chicken by administering mouth to beak.

Chuck
There is some uproar from the Rollling Stones camp over censorship of a few lyrics during the Super Bowl 1/2 time show. Mick and company are lucky that I wasn't part of that decency brigade. I would have saved us all the visual beating of seeing an AARP group flail around a stage like they were in their 20's. I had to fight tossing my bean dip after seeing Micks geriatric mid rif more than once. Low ride pants are a bad choice for anyone in their 60's. Hike them up like the old un's of the past. My advice for Mick, give it up, forget about it (shouldn't be hard to do ) it's in the past, move on to better, more dignified things like being a knight. Go slay a dragon or something.. I mean, really, save us the abuse.

File this one under "Only in Arkansas".
Click the link, read the story of how a woman saved a chicken by administering mouth to beak.

Chuck

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Chuck is on a rant again

Check out this article on Costco. I aint no ciphering wiz, but his guys gonna make more in the long run while making a difference in a lot of people's lives.

I have a different world view than most. I don't see the difference between a world leader and a small child living in abject poverty. We are all on the same level. The link to this article will make one think.

I think we have it too good, and forget that we are in the minority when it comes to the rest of the world's population. Being poor in the western world is not like being poor anywhere else. I grew up poor in this country and I do not remember going without food. We had times where we ate the same thing for weeks on end, but we did not starve.

PAPA (people against poverty and apathy) fest is coming up in June. I will make a link so anyone who is interested can check on the progress of the event. I dare you to look at this site and others like it. (like the Jesus Radicals link to the right)

In a recent conversation, I was confronted with my views on our current administration. I was made to feel that I was less Christian(not intentionally) than those who support the Right. My reply to this is pretty to the point, God is not for one political ideology, God is for God.
We end up ralling around a cause, or group and end up forgetting about God. At the end of the day, we have blown a lot wind, but done nothing to make to better(me included). The whole post modern, emergent or whatever stinking name it wants to use, has made a living out of this soap box posturing. So has the religious right.

It comes down to getting into the trenches. Doing the dirty work and, look out, getting dirty.

Now that I am done posing on my soap box, I will step down, kneel and ask for forgivness for my apathy, and pray for the strenght to actually do something..

chuck

Chuck is on a rant again

Check out this article on Costco. I aint no ciphering wiz, but his guys gonna make more in the long run while making a difference in a lot of people's lives.

I have a different world view than most. I don't see the difference between a world leader and a small child living in abject poverty. We are all on the same level. The link to this article will make one think.

I think we have it too good, and forget that we are in the minority when it comes to the rest of the world's population. Being poor in the western world is not like being poor anywhere else. I grew up poor in this country and I do not remember going without food. We had times where we ate the same thing for weeks on end, but we did not starve.

PAPA (people against poverty and apathy) fest is coming up in June. I will make a link so anyone who is interested can check on the progress of the event. I dare you to look at this site and others like it. (like the Jesus Radicals link to the right)

In a recent conversation, I was confronted with my views on our current administration. I was made to feel that I was less Christian(not intentionally) than those who support the Right. My reply to this is pretty to the point, God is not for one political ideology, God is for God.
We end up ralling around a cause, or group and end up forgetting about God. At the end of the day, we have blown a lot wind, but done nothing to make to better(me included). The whole post modern, emergent or whatever stinking name it wants to use, has made a living out of this soap box posturing. So has the religious right.

It comes down to getting into the trenches. Doing the dirty work and, look out, getting dirty.

Now that I am done posing on my soap box, I will step down, kneel and ask for forgivness for my apathy, and pray for the strenght to actually do something..

chuck

Tuesday, January 31, 2006




America is addicted to oil.....Ya think?!

In other news..

Chuck Scott bought tires at Walmart. He is looking for the nearest priest so he can confess this sin.

He is also addicted to oil..

So it goes.

I saw quite a few people from IHOP at Walmart. Now, imagine this, what if we were to see more people from Walmart at IHOP? That would be standing room fo' sure......

chuck



America is addicted to oil.....Ya think?!

In other news..

Chuck Scott bought tires at Walmart. He is looking for the nearest priest so he can confess this sin.

He is also addicted to oil..

So it goes.

I saw quite a few people from IHOP at Walmart. Now, imagine this, what if we were to see more people from Walmart at IHOP? That would be standing room fo' sure......

chuck

Saturday, January 28, 2006



I wil post this and stop with my political ideology.....for now...

Chuck


I wil post this and stop with my political ideology.....for now...

Chuck

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

John O'Keefe, at ginkword has some pretty good comments and thoughts about the 'emerging church'. I must warn you that it has some possibly offensive language. My personal opinion is that we tend to look out side for answers, when all we need to do is look inward, toward Jesus. I challenge you to come up with your own opinion.

Randy has a pretty interesting post that mentions my favorite Christian icon, Pat Robertson. Pat has made some comments that have offended some. Not all of Pat's comments offend me. It is when he back peddles on his position that does. It reminds me that he is a politician at heart.As I usually do after Pat eats his penny loafers, I checked his web site for retractions. It looks as if Pat is going to stick to his guns for now. You go Pat...

I am going to the prayer room an hour late today. The ice on my truck is making it look like a glazed doughnut.


Have I ever mentioned how crazy the weather is here in Kansas City? Yesterday it was fridgid and snowing/ freezing rain. Today it will be 50 to 55 degrees. How do you plan for that?

I'm going to thaw my truck.

Chuck
John O'Keefe, at ginkword has some pretty good comments and thoughts about the 'emerging church'. I must warn you that it has some possibly offensive language. My personal opinion is that we tend to look out side for answers, when all we need to do is look inward, toward Jesus. I challenge you to come up with your own opinion.

Randy has a pretty interesting post that mentions my favorite Christian icon, Pat Robertson. Pat has made some comments that have offended some. Not all of Pat's comments offend me. It is when he back peddles on his position that does. It reminds me that he is a politician at heart.As I usually do after Pat eats his penny loafers, I checked his web site for retractions. It looks as if Pat is going to stick to his guns for now. You go Pat...

I am going to the prayer room an hour late today. The ice on my truck is making it look like a glazed doughnut.


Have I ever mentioned how crazy the weather is here in Kansas City? Yesterday it was fridgid and snowing/ freezing rain. Today it will be 50 to 55 degrees. How do you plan for that?

I'm going to thaw my truck.

Chuck

Monday, December 12, 2005


Stanley"Tookie" Willams lost his chance at life today. He will die by lethal injection in California a few hours after this post.

I do not claim to know if he is guilty or inocent. I do not care. What I care about is that we are murdering a person for allegedly murdering. We, in our infinite wisdom, seem to miss the fact that execution is murder! Killing for killing is murder!

Chastity and I had a talk with Myah, our 9 year old daughter, the other day about murder and war and the supposed justification of soldiers killing. To a 9 year old, it is confusing to hear about soldiers killing in the name of our freedom and safety, that is not being threatend, and then to hear about the execution of a prisoner, then to hear about the numerous murders commited each day in Kansas City.
"Isn't it murder?" she asks in reference to the news reports.
"Yes, it is."
"Isn't it muder, what that guy did in California?"
"Supposedly." I reply
"Isn't it murder when the army kills people in war?"
"No. They have uniforms on and therfore are justified."
She looks at me, puzzled, and says, "Huh?"
"I'm kidding honey. It is all murder."

I will probably get a lot of flack for this post. So be it. I would rather be a lone voice in the wilderness, than part of a larger voice saying the wrong thing.

James 2:8-13 8 If you really fulfill the royal law according to the Scripture, "You shall love your neighbor as yourself," you do well; 9 but if you show partiality, you commit sin, and are convicted by the law as transgressors. 10 For whoever shall keep the whole law, and yet stumble in one point, he is guilty of all. 11 For He who said, "Do not commit adultery," also said, "Do not murder." Now if you do not commit adultery, but you do murder, you have become a transgressor of the law. 12 So speak and so do as those who will be judged by the law of liberty. 13 For judgment is without mercy to the one who has shown no mercy. Mercy triumphs over judgment.(NKJV)


Peace and God Bless,
Chuck

Stanley"Tookie" Willams lost his chance at life today. He will die by lethal injection in California a few hours after this post.

I do not claim to know if he is guilty or inocent. I do not care. What I care about is that we are murdering a person for allegedly murdering. We, in our infinite wisdom, seem to miss the fact that execution is murder! Killing for killing is murder!

Chastity and I had a talk with Myah, our 9 year old daughter, the other day about murder and war and the supposed justification of soldiers killing. To a 9 year old, it is confusing to hear about soldiers killing in the name of our freedom and safety, that is not being threatend, and then to hear about the execution of a prisoner, then to hear about the numerous murders commited each day in Kansas City.
"Isn't it murder?" she asks in reference to the news reports.
"Yes, it is."
"Isn't it muder, what that guy did in California?"
"Supposedly." I reply
"Isn't it murder when the army kills people in war?"
"No. They have uniforms on and therfore are justified."
She looks at me, puzzled, and says, "Huh?"
"I'm kidding honey. It is all murder."

I will probably get a lot of flack for this post. So be it. I would rather be a lone voice in the wilderness, than part of a larger voice saying the wrong thing.

James 2:8-13 8 If you really fulfill the royal law according to the Scripture, "You shall love your neighbor as yourself," you do well; 9 but if you show partiality, you commit sin, and are convicted by the law as transgressors. 10 For whoever shall keep the whole law, and yet stumble in one point, he is guilty of all. 11 For He who said, "Do not commit adultery," also said, "Do not murder." Now if you do not commit adultery, but you do murder, you have become a transgressor of the law. 12 So speak and so do as those who will be judged by the law of liberty. 13 For judgment is without mercy to the one who has shown no mercy. Mercy triumphs over judgment.(NKJV)


Peace and God Bless,
Chuck

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

I turned 40 the other day. Everyone has asked how I took it. Well, I ponyed up( i promise to never use that again), and managed to live through it. I actually didn't give it much thought until I went to bed. As I lay there thanking God, I realized how much I really have to be thankful for. Folks, I should have been dead many times over. I know that it sounds kinda cliche to say that, but I REALLY mean that. God has been most gracious to me. I am going to try and share some of the more amazing stories soon. God is too cool..Words will always fail to express how great God is, so I use the word cool. sort of like, 'God is good, ......All the time'........Oh how many times I have used that while preaching.

So I am 40. My beloved Chastity tells me I am getting crow's feet. I checked out my feet, and agree that they are ugly and sort of resemble my father's feet. As I was looking at them she asked what I was doing , so I told her. She handed me a mirror and pointed to the outside corners of my eyes and said, "Crows feet."
"Oh.."
Wisdom does not necessarily come with age. Neither does intelligence.. I am trying though.

I was listening to U2's 40. Did you know that it was taken from the Bible?!!! Ok, I did know that. I was trying to be funny.
Humor does not come with age, although , I have seen some funny old men.. I hope to be one. I think that I will resemble that old man on Benny Hill who always got patted on the head and Gollum. I will wear more clothing than Gollum..


I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay


I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song


How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long...
How long...to sing this song


He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and fear


I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song


How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long...
How long...to sing this song

Peace and God Bless,
Chuck

I turned 40 the other day. Everyone has asked how I took it. Well, I ponyed up( i promise to never use that again), and managed to live through it. I actually didn't give it much thought until I went to bed. As I lay there thanking God, I realized how much I really have to be thankful for. Folks, I should have been dead many times over. I know that it sounds kinda cliche to say that, but I REALLY mean that. God has been most gracious to me. I am going to try and share some of the more amazing stories soon. God is too cool..Words will always fail to express how great God is, so I use the word cool. sort of like, 'God is good, ......All the time'........Oh how many times I have used that while preaching.

So I am 40. My beloved Chastity tells me I am getting crow's feet. I checked out my feet, and agree that they are ugly and sort of resemble my father's feet. As I was looking at them she asked what I was doing , so I told her. She handed me a mirror and pointed to the outside corners of my eyes and said, "Crows feet."
"Oh.."
Wisdom does not necessarily come with age. Neither does intelligence.. I am trying though.

I was listening to U2's 40. Did you know that it was taken from the Bible?!!! Ok, I did know that. I was trying to be funny.
Humor does not come with age, although , I have seen some funny old men.. I hope to be one. I think that I will resemble that old man on Benny Hill who always got patted on the head and Gollum. I will wear more clothing than Gollum..


I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay


I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song


How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long...
How long...to sing this song


He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and fear


I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song


How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long...
How long...to sing this song

Peace and God Bless,
Chuck

Wednesday, November 30, 2005


Today, my 5 year old, Josiah, informed me that grace is a lot like bologna. Being the father in the shadow of such a brilliant little child, and because curiosity kills me every time, I asked, 'How's that Jojo?'.
' Because after you eat it you get a second chance.'

This kid is my retirement plan...

Peace and God Bless,
Chuck

Today, my 5 year old, Josiah, informed me that grace is a lot like bologna. Being the father in the shadow of such a brilliant little child, and because curiosity kills me every time, I asked, 'How's that Jojo?'.
' Because after you eat it you get a second chance.'

This kid is my retirement plan...

Peace and God Bless,
Chuck

Friday, November 25, 2005





















It's Buy Nothing Day...........

Buy Nothing Today...


Little do you know, but I have encripted this post with subliminal anti-advertising. You will not buy, you will not buy, you will not buy..

Peace and God Bless,
Chuck




















It's Buy Nothing Day...........

Buy Nothing Today...


Little do you know, but I have encripted this post with subliminal anti-advertising. You will not buy, you will not buy, you will not buy..

Peace and God Bless,
Chuck