Regarding my last post:  If you were a head scratcher and not an amener, listen to what a real-life professional preacher had to say last Sunday.   Scott Meyer hit this one out of the park...
In other news, Granola is flying in today for a week long visit. Prayers for the preservation of her sanity as she enters our insane world would be appreciated.
West fell out of the boat yesterday. Head first. His feet were hung up on the edge so that just his head and shoulders were in the water. I was right there and lifted him out by his ankles. The was no danger, just a lesson to be learned. Glad he learned it now. Annie didn't learn it until she was 3.
Vacation starts in a month. Planning trips to San Angelo and to Port Aransas.
Blacker Sparkle, our Heelador puppy, will be joining our household in a couple of weeks.

It's been almost a year since I featured a song of the week, but I wanted to share this one with you.  I heard it for the first time yesterday and can't get it out of my head.
  

christian as an adjective???

 As I've shared with you before, I believe words are important.  I believe names are important.  A few thoughts that may leave some of you scratching your heads and some of you saying amen.....

-Recently several preacher types to whom I subscribe, Andy Stanley, Voddie Baucham, Given O. Blakely, and Scott Meyer, all of whom are very different in their style, denominational background, and ministry roles  have been hitting on the idea of contrasting what it means to be a Christian versus what it means to be a disciple, a Christ-follower.

-A few weeks ago Jonesy mentioned the name of one of her favorite singers to someone.  That person was unfamiliar with the artist and asked if it was Christian music.  Jones responded with a look of confusion.  I knew what the person was asking, but to Jonesy it was a strange question because she hasn't yet learned to use the word christian to describe things and I kind of hope she never does.

-When Carrie Underwood sang her wonderful rendition of "How Great Thou Art" she was a country singer singing a christian song.  When Chris August sings "I Want You Back" he's a christian singer singing a Motown song.  When there was so much Jesus and Gospel talk at Whitney Houston's funeral it made both  Hollywood and Christians uncomfortable.

-I'm a talk radio junkie, and it seems everyday I hear someone say (with the utmost sincerity and passion), "We need to get back to being a Christian nation." I wince every time I hear it.  I'm afraid that what they are pleading for is not that our citizens and our government officials become disciples of Jesus, but that the citizens of our nation would change their behavior to conform to a standard inspired by Judeo-Christian ethics. They seem less concerned with winning hearts and minds for the Kingdom of God through evangelism, love, and charity (read real charity, not govt. welfare), than they do with passing laws that outlaw or require certain behaviors to make the kingdom of the U.S.A a better place to live.
Many will claim that the U.S.A was founded as a christian nation.  To that I say no, it wasn't, but it was founded by Christians.

I believe that to use the word christian as an adjective is to cheapen the work of Christ into a behavior modification plan.

My Children Are My Delight

Went hiking with Jonesy and West yesterday.  Did a little bit of fishing, but didn't catch anything. 

On our way back to the truck I said to Jones, "Too bad we didn't catch anything, but it's a good day for hiking."

"Yeah, I don't really care what we do or if we catch anything.  I just like being with my daddy."

Her words made my heart swell with gladness.

I rarely fish, go grocery shopping, or run errands anymore without having at least one of my children with me. (Yes, I know that Leslie does almost everything with at least two in tow, and I admire her steadfastness and sanity.)  They are my delight.  I love coming home from work to a Georgia hug, West's broken record Dadda, Dadda, Dadda, and Annie's giggling smile.

Things aren't perfect in our home.  We struggle daily through teaching obedience and manners and settling sibling squabbles.  But they are growing and maturing and Leslie and I are growing and maturing with them.