Archive for December, 2013

Self-Serve V.S. Full-Serve

Christmas is right around the corner and the streets, stores and restaurants are filled with people choosing ways to celebrate with loved ones. Recently I was out and about viewing classics with dear friends. After the viewing, my young buddies and I went through a drive through of a familiar fast food restaurant. Each child wanted their order personalized…. And I thought I succeeded… Until I realized I needed to pull to the second window after paying. The cashier waved her hand in a “shoo, shoo” way , looking puzzled …. trying to stay on task.

As I collected the order , I realized I forgot to ask for no salt on the fries … (Most times it’s like eating a few fries with the salt!) and asked if it was too late . The look on her face reminded me I should have said something to begin with, so as she handed me my drinks I told her not to worry. She looked grateful .

When she handed me the bags of food , I remembered the sauce!! One of the most important features of this child’s order. When I asked the server if I could have some, she said it was in the child’s box. I told her that it couldn’t be because I never specified which flavor . The girl hesitated and looked in the back seat … Then kind of hurumphed, turned to fulfill the request… Then returned with the tiny box between her thumb and finger… Revealing the label… Tilted her head then asked, “this?”
” yes, please. Thank you.”

As I drove away I wondered if my order was complete…. Which it was, but the hamburger ordered wasn’t just ketchup as I had asked… It was everything. Fortunately my friend was okay after I scraped the pickles and onions off.

I share this story because , as I said earlier, it’s almost Christmas: a time of giving and receiving … A time for loved ones and music.

How does this fast food story relate? I mean , these people are there to serve … And they ALWAYS get it wrong !

But so do I…. Yes, I was the customer… But they are also human beings with lives away from their jobs that I don’t know about. Gone is my opportunity then to find something good she was doing and thank her for … Maybe brightening her day in some way.

I believe Jesus was born Into this world to teach us to serve, not out of obligation, but because of compassion . There weren’t burger joints back in His day, but there is an example in John 4:

4 Now he had to go through Samaria. 5 So he came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph. 6 Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about noon.

7 When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” 8 (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)

9 The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.[a])

10 Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”

I know I need to get away from fast food… But it’s quick. And the custom in Jesus time was He was NOT to talk to a Samaritan woman. Normally He would have walked around the city limits to follow custom and avoid the Samaritans . But He was thirsty.

Instead of serving Him in the heat of the day she reminds Jesus of the rules. She probably responded as a result of the life she lived…. I’ll let you finish reading the beautiful story in John 4.

What might have happened if Jesus responded differently? What would have happened if I responded differently?


Stressed Out

Stressed Out.

Living His Dream

Carrying weight,
including their own
while fully dressed
in the armor of God;
muscles are never seen
except through the reflection
in tears
which are caught
in our Savior’s cup.
Their sleep is found
only in the cradling arms
of God
as He sweetly sings over them
while tempests rage
to thwart the King’s treasure
from His grasp.
O mighty warrior,
What do you dream of
that sustains you
through your waking hours?

Where’s The Volume?

This morning, as I was eating my breakfast, I was sharing small tidbits with our black lab/ collie and our golden retriever. One requirement I ask of them before I reward them with a treat is that they have to complete the actions they’ve been taught for “Halleluiah”, “praise the Lord”, or “please.”  Our black lab, before sitting on her back haunches and raising her paws, listened to me bellow out a howling (sounded that way to me) type of “halleluiah”. Her rich brown eyes stared into mine as she tilted her head. Before finishing the third round of the word I stopped because I noticed a dear friend was now in the room.

“Are you impersonating an elephant?” he questioned, as I hid my face and chuckled in embarrassment.  Obviously he was responding to my great love of elephants. 

Here’s the lesson I learned that moment: From miles away an elephant’s trumpet can be heard. Quickly I found myself wondering if my Voice is being heard and realizing there is yet another reason why I love elephants. 


My 2013 Christmas Edition: Shattered Shards

My 2013 Christmas Edition: Shattered Shards.

What’s Your Bible

What’s Your Bible.


My puzzle is be for me.
I see
a mixture
of cardboard color
and various paint.
Countless pieces fall
on the floor
and I’m losing interest….
only a fire breathing dragon
is revealed….
Help me to remember
the picture
on the Front of the Box
with Victorious Knight
driving a Double- Edged Sword
in the heart
of the dragon!

Making the Hair Cut

Gentle eyes watch white whiskers disciple fluff to change their colors. Redefined as a state that represents wisdom, some have chose to bail! Oh crown of glory, take pride in your assembly!!

Clock thoughts ?

It’s so cramped in this tiny bubble!
I’ve shut my eyes
until the spinning stops….
But my hands keep moving;
pointing at numbers
as if to blame them for this tic I have. If only I would open my eyes
to see the value I have
in this
forever changing world…

View From The Face Of A Clock

Tick tock….
The pendulum swings back and forth to keep time
as two hands dance circles around numbers ….
Twirling slowly at separate paces
meeting every hour
While the second hand rushes by them every minute
as if to remind them ……
that Life is constantly changing
amidst their Homogenous dance.