Here's a really great short video I ran across today. It really brings the Biblical idea of lions and lambs, someday, lying down together in peace. What I like about that image isn't just that the two animals aren't fighting (which is great), but that they will actually repose together in peace. As everyone knows, there's a HUGE difference between simply not fighting, on one hand, and being at peace.
I look forward to a day when this will be the same with humans, when we won't be so ridiculously prejudiced, unnecessarily segregated, and constantly suspicious; when we will repose in peace together.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Reason # 87 Francis Schaeffer was cool.
This is a cool story about Francis Schaeffer, one of the great minds, servants, and apologists of the faith in the 20th Century:
"In 1966 I joined Operation Mobilization for a year of ministry in France, but spent two years in India instead. While in London that summer, at the one-month OM orientation, I volunteered to work on a clean-up crew late one night.
Around 12:30am I was sweeping the front steps of the Conference Centre when an older gentleman approached and asked if this was the OM conference. I told him it was, but most everyone was in bed.
He had a small bag with him and was dressed very simply. He said he was attending the conference, so I said, "Let me see if I can find you a place to sleep." Since there were many different age groups at OM, I thought he was an older OM’er.
I took him to the room where I had been sleeping on the floor with about 50 others and, seeing that he had nothing to sleep on, laid some padding and a blanket on the floor and used a towel for a pillow. He said it would be fine and he appreciated it very much.
As he was preparing for bed, I asked him if he had eaten. He had not as he had been travelling all day. I took him to the dining room but it was locked. So after picking the lock I found cornflakes, milk, bread, butter and jam—all of which he appreciated very much.
As he ate, we began to fellowship. I asked where he was from. He said he and his wife had been working in Switzerland for several years in a ministry mainly to hippies and travellers. It was wonderful to talk with him and hear about his work and those who had come to Christ. When he finished eating, we turned in for the night.
However, the next day I was in trouble! The leaders of OM really "got on my case." "Don't you know who that man is on the floor next to you?" they asked. "It is Dr. Francis Schaeffer, the speaker for the conference!"
I did not know they were going to have a speaker, nor did I know who Francis Schaeffer was, nor did I know they had a special room prepared for him!
After Francis Schaeffer became well known because of his books, and I had read more about him, I thought about this occasion many times—this gracious, kind, humble man of God sleeping on the floor with OM recruits! This was the kind of man I wanted to be."
Incidentally, reason #86 he was cool is that he created the place that served as my vacation/road-trip home for a month in the Summer of 2004.
"In 1966 I joined Operation Mobilization for a year of ministry in France, but spent two years in India instead. While in London that summer, at the one-month OM orientation, I volunteered to work on a clean-up crew late one night.
Around 12:30am I was sweeping the front steps of the Conference Centre when an older gentleman approached and asked if this was the OM conference. I told him it was, but most everyone was in bed.
He had a small bag with him and was dressed very simply. He said he was attending the conference, so I said, "Let me see if I can find you a place to sleep." Since there were many different age groups at OM, I thought he was an older OM’er.
I took him to the room where I had been sleeping on the floor with about 50 others and, seeing that he had nothing to sleep on, laid some padding and a blanket on the floor and used a towel for a pillow. He said it would be fine and he appreciated it very much.
As he was preparing for bed, I asked him if he had eaten. He had not as he had been travelling all day. I took him to the dining room but it was locked. So after picking the lock I found cornflakes, milk, bread, butter and jam—all of which he appreciated very much.
As he ate, we began to fellowship. I asked where he was from. He said he and his wife had been working in Switzerland for several years in a ministry mainly to hippies and travellers. It was wonderful to talk with him and hear about his work and those who had come to Christ. When he finished eating, we turned in for the night.
However, the next day I was in trouble! The leaders of OM really "got on my case." "Don't you know who that man is on the floor next to you?" they asked. "It is Dr. Francis Schaeffer, the speaker for the conference!"
I did not know they were going to have a speaker, nor did I know who Francis Schaeffer was, nor did I know they had a special room prepared for him!
After Francis Schaeffer became well known because of his books, and I had read more about him, I thought about this occasion many times—this gracious, kind, humble man of God sleeping on the floor with OM recruits! This was the kind of man I wanted to be."
Incidentally, reason #86 he was cool is that he created the place that served as my vacation/road-trip home for a month in the Summer of 2004.
Monday, May 25, 2009
The Case of the Elusive Pillowcase
Eight months ago, my wife kindly made a new pillowcase for me. One of the pillows
I sleep with is a four-foot body pillow, which is great for wrapping around and relieving some back pain. The problem: every year, when the winter comes, I really don't feel like wrapping around a cold pillow.
Janelle solved this dilemna for me by making me a flannel pillowcase. Very comfy. As winter came to a close in Bryan, TX (I think that was back in mid-January...), I began to look for my old pillowcase. After all, nobody wants to wrap around a flannel pillowcase when it's 80 degrees outside, with a humidity of 1 billion percent.
But I couldn't find my old pillowcase. I looked in the linen closet. I looked in drawers and the under-the-bed storage boxes. I started looking for it in weird places (maybe it got stuffed in the couch, or or behind the blender?).
Last night, I was getting ready for bed, once-again mourning over my lost pillowcase. The body pillow had gotten all bunched-up and out of place, so I picked it up to shake it and even it out. And as I picked it up, I felt a strange mass at the bottom of the pillowcase. No. I can't be. But I knew it was.
I found my long-lost pillowcase - in my pillowcase. For months, it had been hiding from me, thwarting my search attempts and preventing me from having temperature-comfortable sleep. But I vow that it shan't happen again!
Now, I wonder where I put my David Crowder cd...
I sleep with is a four-foot body pillow, which is great for wrapping around and relieving some back pain. The problem: every year, when the winter comes, I really don't feel like wrapping around a cold pillow.Janelle solved this dilemna for me by making me a flannel pillowcase. Very comfy. As winter came to a close in Bryan, TX (I think that was back in mid-January...), I began to look for my old pillowcase. After all, nobody wants to wrap around a flannel pillowcase when it's 80 degrees outside, with a humidity of 1 billion percent.
But I couldn't find my old pillowcase. I looked in the linen closet. I looked in drawers and the under-the-bed storage boxes. I started looking for it in weird places (maybe it got stuffed in the couch, or or behind the blender?).
Last night, I was getting ready for bed, once-again mourning over my lost pillowcase. The body pillow had gotten all bunched-up and out of place, so I picked it up to shake it and even it out. And as I picked it up, I felt a strange mass at the bottom of the pillowcase. No. I can't be. But I knew it was.
I found my long-lost pillowcase - in my pillowcase. For months, it had been hiding from me, thwarting my search attempts and preventing me from having temperature-comfortable sleep. But I vow that it shan't happen again!
Now, I wonder where I put my David Crowder cd...
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