Thursday, November 27, 2014

THANKSGIVING THOUGHTS



This Thanksgiving morning I heard a rapper say over and over, “It’s Thanksgiving, give thanks.”  Also heard a lot of “We have so much to be thankful for” from the TV. Thankful to whom? 
Many years ago, I worked for a man who was one of the most abrasive people I’ve ever met.  He’s also made known to everyone that he did not believe in God.  He used to say that only people who needed a crutch to get through life believed in God.  God was man’s invention.  If you had enough intelligence, you can work things through yourself. 
One day he left for lunch and didn’t come back.  We learned later that he was on his way back to work when his car crashed into a pole. He was not killed, but was out for a while. His days and weeks were filled with hospital stays and visits, treatments, therapy and rehab, but he was alive.


He came back to work later that year.  The day before Thanksgiving, I remember him saying “goodnight”as he was about to leave the office, pausing at the door and turning back to the other secretary and me, he said, “Good night, ladies, and yes, I have so much to be thankful for.”


My thought was, who was he thankful to? 


 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

THE TALE OF THE UGLY CHAIR


(Today I have a guest blogger.  My daughter writes.  She’s a much better writer than her mom.  She usually says more in less words.  I thought I’d share this with you.)
By Kristy Coughlin

 https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/v/t1.0-9/10676309_10152656471660753_2469961499448466894_n.jpg?oh=322aac6e10bf38783c099b256042284a&oe=54DF2EDC&__gda__=1427644874_58fbb5f724fc6ec4b54c493795480d10I'm giving this ugly chair a sweater and God's grace is pouring down like rain. All of these pieces are failed attempts at projects, and time "wasted." And yet there is beauty yet to be made. I'm weaving them together to create something brand new and my heart yells, "Even our wasted moments were together and that makes them precious, Lord."


I saved each of these failures, because I sort of knew they could be redeemed. I get that from Him. The redeemer's heart yells, "Hold on. These are not failures. They are pieces for another thing." Hold on, dear ones! Your pieces might not make sense today, but some day...