Posted tagged ‘Jesus’


September 16, 2013

I was lying in bed tonight unable to sleep. I begin to think of worldly things. Jobs, cars book sales and so on. Soon I tired of that and I begin to think of religious things.

               That didn’t take too long. The truth is I am not very religious. Sometimes I wish I were. Many people seem to get a lot of comfort from religion.

               Next, I began to think of spiritual things, first I thought about faith. That was when it came to me. I am short in that area. The Bible says if you just have as much as a mustard seed, you can move mountains. I have never had much luck at moving mountains I must confess.

               Next, I thought about hope. Again bad news. Many times in my life, I either used all mine or simply couldn’t find it. I was getting a little paranoid by this point. I ask myself exactly what did I have.

               That’s when it came to me. I have been blessed repeatedly with grace. When my faith wouldn’t move mountains, His grace did. When I ran out of hope, He poured out some more grace.

               I suppose the truth is I love grace.  It may be a lazy man’s faith for all I know. I am only for sure that I enjoy being in it. I am like a kid playing in the rain.

I even know where Graceland is. Guess what it isn’t outside of Memphis. It is that little area right behind Christ. That is where I go hide when I run out of hope and don’t seem to be able to mustard up any faith.

               If you haven’t you should try it sometimes. It’s like being in a storm shelter. All hell is breaking loose around you. There you are standing in peace that surpasses all understanding.

Tell you the truth my prayer life isn’t even that great. Most of the time it is simply me asking Jesus can I stand in Graceland for a while.

               It’s sort of like taking your big brother to a fight and He is bigger, smarter, braver, and more wonderful than anyone else is there. I am going to bed now. Before I go to sleep, I am going to ask Jesus to rain down some grace one everyone that reads this.


What Religion Are You???

February 29, 2012

Ask me what religion I am I would most likely say Southern Baptist. In truth I am really not. To say you are a part of a religious group one should agree totally with the teachings of that group.

Because I don’t totally agree with any church. I suppose I am just a simple every day Christian. That isn’t always a easy thing to be in the south.

I claim the title Baptist based on the fact that I was raise S.B. and have spent most of my life in that organization. It is true I have strayed away a couple of times and joined other groups that were sure they held the only set of keys to the kingdom. 

For some reason I don’t feel you will be ask for a membership letter when and if you make it to the pearly gate. Then on the other hand I can’t be called a expert in that field either. I have never seen the  pearly gates. I have been close once or twice though.

Like Solomon I to have gazed upon the great religions of the world. This is what I found.

1. Muslims do not recognize Jews as God’s Chosen People. 

2. Jews do not recognize Jesus as the Messiah. 

3. Protestants do not recognize the Pope as the leader of the Christian world. 
4. Baptists do not recognize each other at the liquor store.
I hope this sheds some light on things. If not just thank God you aren’t tied down by religion and you are just a simple Christian. 


December 17, 2011


Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house.

Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.

Their Bibles were laid on the shelf without care.

In hopes that Jesus would not come there.


The children were dressing to crawl into bed.

Not one ever kneeling or bowing a head.

And Mom in her rocker with the baby on her lap,

Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.


When out of the East there arose such a clatter.

I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.


When what to my wondering eyes should appear?

But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.

With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray

I knew in a moment this must be the DAY.


The light of His face made me cover my head,

It was Jesus returning just like He said.

And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth.

I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.


In the book of life which He held in His hand,

Was written the name of every saved man.

He spoke not a word as He searched for my name.

“When He said :It’s not here: my head hung in shame.


The people whose names had been written with love,

He gathered to take to His Father above.

With those who were ready He rose without a sound,

While all the rest were left just standing around.


I fell to my knees, but it was too late.

I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.

I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight,

Oh, if only we had been ready tonight.


In the words of this poem the meaning is clear,

The coming of Jesus is drawing near.

There’s only one life and when comes the call,

We’ll find that the Bible was true after all.

Too good not to share

August 9, 2011

A Little Humor!!!!

The light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection. The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup.

As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted photographed, and placed in a holding cell.
After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.

He said, ”I’m very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the ‘What Would Jesus Do’ bumper sticker, the ‘Choose Life’ license plate holder, the ‘Follow Me to Sunday-School’ bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk, so naturally….I assumed you had stolen the car.”

The Great Computer Race

June 11, 2011

Jesus and Satan were having an on-going
argument about who was better on the computer.
They had been going at it for days, and frankly
God was tired of hearing all the bickering.

Finally fed up, God said, ‘THAT’S IT! I have
had enough. I am going to set up a test that will
run for two hours, and from those results, I will
judge who does the better job.’

So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards
and typed away.

They moused.

They faxed.

They e-mailed.

They e-mailed with attachments.

They downloaded.

They did spreadsheets!

They wrote reports..

They created labels
and cards.

They created charts
and graphs.

They did some
genealogy reports.

They did every job
known to man.

Jesus worked with
heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than

Then, ten minutes
before their time was up, lightning suddenly
flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain
poured, and, of course, the power went off.

Satan stared at his
blank screen and screamed every curse word known
in the underworld..

Jesus just

Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them
restarted their computers. Satan started searching
frantically, screaming:

‘It’s gone!
It’s all GONE! ‘I lost everything when the power
went out!’

Meanwhile, Jesus
quietly started printing out all of his files
from the past two hours of work.

Satan observed this
and became irate.

‘Wait!’ he
screamed. ‘That’s not fair! He cheated! How come
he has all his work and I don’t have any?’

God just shrugged and said,



March 21, 2011


December 27, 2010

It’s Monday the 27th of December. Christmas is officially over for another twelve months. I would dare say most are glad it is gone. We seem to get so into Christmas that it wears us out.

If there is one thing that is good about getting older it is this. You begin to place what is important on the top of the list. One thing I have placed at the top of mine is taking the time to visit the ghost of past Christmases.

Willey Morris who now himself is a ghost wrote a story about it.

For me it goes like this. At some time during the holidays I find a quiet place and remember all the ones that have left my life. This even includes a few dogs and a cat or two.

I often imagine heaven is like Christmas. I am enjoying a huge family Christmas get together. My grandparents all four setting at a table along with my wife’s parents our child that left this world all to soon. There will be my children and grandchildren. I can imagine even in heaven my wife wiping a spill somewhere and lots of laughing.

I can see Jesus setting on one end of the table laughing harder than anyone. He is teasing someone because they once got so mad at him.

The one being teased is laughing, “Well you had the advantage of knowing what was going to happen next.

I feel sorry for people that simply think this life is the best some big bang has to offer.

I know to them I must sound like a fool. Good thing about being a fool for Jesus you seem to always to be happy.

I know I am leaving myself wide open with that statement so I will close for now.

Hoped you all had a great Christmas. Now stop reading this blog and go back to work.