True story: I was a church janitor once. Actually, I was a teen church janitor for over two years. When your grandfather is the pastor and your father is the Maintenance Supervisor you get those kinds of perks. I have maintenance supervisor in italics because it was a small church, Dad was a volunteer and he had the job because no one else was available on a Saturday morning and Grandpa trusted him with the keys. (My brother and I must be the only church janitors in modern history that never had an impressive set of keys.)
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Too Busy Having Fun
Can anyone achieve happiness through busy-ness? If you are too busy to remember what you did, is it happiness? If the busy time ends and discontent reappears, was it ever really happiness?
It reminds me of a proverb:
Laughter can conceal a heavy heart, but when the laughter ends, the grief remains. Proverbs 14:13 NLT
Diversion may work for a while, but if you are struggling with something major, get help.
That Old Football Injury
I’ve heard so many guys complain of football injuries, I’m starting to question if they really played football in high school. I don’t remember every single guy but me being on the football team. Come to think of it, high school is really big in my hometown. Maybe I was the only guy who didn’t play football in my town after all.
Does backyard football count? I suppose it does if you have an injury to go with it.
Non GMO sermons
I admire the pastors who have delivered sermons ever since I was old enough to recognize it was my Grandpa at the pulpit and he was saying some pretty deep things.
I look at the guy who is trying to flatter the pastor as clueless. Perhaps he has grabbed on to a phrase that he has no clue about and just wants to sound sophisticated.
When you shake hands with your pastor this morning, be sure your complement suggests you actually heard and retained the sermon within your good old noggin.
Creativity can come unexpectedly and in some amazing varieties. Sometimes, it takes some cutting up and a little obnoxious behavior to get the creative juices flowing.
When I saw my three-year-old niece the other day, she was expressing some “noisy boy” creativity in the form of some rude noises. Perhaps rude noises aren’t limited by gender anymore. And it may do us good to act as carefree as a preschooler or preteen friends when it comes to creativity. May we all have a chance to express a little creativity with some friends today.
I drew this for Kidzmatter Magazine.