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Tuesday, May 11, 2021

What Flash Saw

 

Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Stay away from every kind of evil.  1 Thessalonians 5: 22

His name wasn’t “Flash” – that’s just what we called him.  Mr. Odell was about 85 and he “jogged” down our street with his walker every morning and evening.  It was doctor’s orders after a heart attack and stroke (and about a dozen other life-threatening issues).  He had moved in with his daughter and her family, and he soon became a fixture on the streets of Gainesville, Florida.

Our kids nicknamed him “Flash” one day.  Although he couldn’t hear two words if you were standing in front of you eyeball to eyeball, Mr. Odell could hear your car coming six blocks away.  He would pick up the walker and high-step it onto the neighbor’s grass to get out of the way.  He was not going to be an easy target!

Whenever he passed our house on his morning or evening “jog”, if anyone was outside he would stop and pass a few moments, telling us about his bride who was in another state recovering from “her madness”.  Even in the most painful of life’s moments, Mr. “Flash” Odell had a twinkle in his eyes and smile that made you wonder if he was teasing or crazy.  (Often, I thought it was both).

From our conversations, Mr. Odell knew I was a pastor at a local church, and I knew he was a retired accountant who really missed his bride.  His days were lonely as his daughter and husband both worked.  The grandkids were grown and rarely stopped in.  So, our little talks were brief, but often.  He would greet you with a smile, tell you about the squirrel he almost “flattened” with his walker, and then move on down the street to finish his laps; morning and evening, jogging with the walker.

Now, Elizabeth always wants things clean; this included the carport.  So, when it was time to change the oil in the old Ford Brownworth bus, I would pull it off to one side of the carport.  That way the car would not drip oil on the carport floor (keeping Mrs. Preacher happy) and I could work in the shade.

One Sunday after evening services at church I decided to get a jump on the week and change the oil before retiring for the night.  The plan went well until the oil was changed, filter replaced, and I tried to start the ailing Ford. It wouldn’t, I was tired, so I decided to try again in the morning.  This was where the appearance of evil came full circle at the parsonage.  Early Monday morning the preacher’s bride, awake less than 30 seconds, sporting hair curlers and pink robe with bunny slippers, ventured out the front walkway to retrieve the newspaper from the front lawn. Now, carrying a full cup of coffee when you’re only marginally awake is never a good plan.  When the parson’s wife bent over to pick up the paper, the hot coffee streamed over the pink robe and onto pink hands.  I won’t say what she said (I wasn’t up yet), but I know it was loud and included sounds that you may only hear when Dale Earnhardt fires up the monster engine of ol’ #83.  When the screaming stopped, Elizabeth opened her eyes and realized she was standing eyeball to eyeball with Flash.  The old man’s mouth was half-open, wondering if there was going to be another Archangel shout.  He stared at Elizabeth’s morning hairdo, coffee stained robe and bunny slippers; then he noticed the Ford all “catawampus” hanging off the carport floor.  He looked back at Mrs. Preacher – then to the car again, smiled and said, did you come home drunk AGAIN last night, honey?  I tell ya…you can’t make this stuff up!

For You Today

Don’t take yourself so seriously.  But do avoid changing the oil if you can’t start the car!  You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day! 


[1] Genesis 32:22-28

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Today’s devotion was first published October 24, 2013

Monday, April 8, 2019

When Change Becomes God

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

I am writing these things to warn you about those who want to lead you astray.  But you have received the Holy Spirit, and he lives within you, so you don’t need anyone to teach you what is true.  For the Spirit teaches you everything you need to know, and what he teaches is true—it is not a lie.  So just as he has taught you, remain in fellowship with Christ.  And now, dear children, remain in fellowship with Christ so that when he returns, you will be full of courage and not shrink back from him in shame.  1 John 2:26-28

Former VP Joe Biden
I’m fairly certain former V.P. Joe Biden never saw it coming.  The (now) candidate Biden has been the center of loose accusations that he “made some people uncomfortable with his inappropriate behavior”.  Now, I’m not a big fan of the Democratic Party’s approach to certain things, but I do believe it’s time to cut Joe a break.  He’s only a few years older than I, and therefore we share the same decade’s cultural expectations.  In those days if you didn’t hug, or have a warm heart (identified by touching an arm or shoulder to say I’m sorry you’re going through this…or I’m so glad that happened for you), well, you were considered aloof, snooty, or just plain uncaring.  From my observation point, Biden is anything but that. 
Now, with my opinion (this is a blog, after-all)…with my personal opinion aside, let me acknowledge that those women making the accusations are unequivocal markers that the world has changed since Joe Biden and Russell Brownworth were little boys, or college students.  And we both NEED to acknowledge that and give it due diligence that we take care to be like the Apostle Paul advised:  Abstain from all appearance of evil.  1 Thessalonians 5:22(KJV)
This is not to say I’m going to cease trying to comfort someone who has just lost a husband, or a child, or another loved one; I just have to learn to ask first:  Would it be alright to give you a hug?  In 1975 the hug was “expected” – now it can be suspect of sexual harassment. 
The world has changed; some of the change has been for the better, some not so much.  On the better side is an awareness of personal space, behavior, and the hurt that can be caused by inappropriateness.  On the lesser scale is a reality that it’s hard for a man who was raised without those expectations to get used to the fact that most women won’t even look at you on the street, and you can almost feel the hostility.  Change is a two-edged sword!
And yet those with an activist mindset will tell you any change is better than no change.  It’s easy to see where that comes from.  When you’re stuck in a culture that demeans you, dehumanizes your worth and place on this planet, and keeps you under the oppressive thumb, activism may be the only legal resort to getting some relief.  It’s kind of a Patrick Henry philosophy:  Give me change or give me a prison sentence; either way I’m gonna have some change!
On the other end of that spectrum are those for whom “change” is a four-letter word (so to speak).  But, that attitude:  if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, it can only take you so far; sooner or later change will come whether you like it or don’t.  
And so, for those who make change their god, because nothing seems to favor them, or work for them, or suit their desires, be certain you’re going to effect a change that is approved by the One who said, I am the Lord; I change not.[i]  When you run afoul of the One who gave you breath just because you have decided change is in order, it IS going to be His will that’s done…and that can be a change that hurts!
For You Today
When you’re working on change, or hearing about changes, take time to run that beam of light back up to the source; consider the effects of what the change is, and how it matches up with God’s revealed truth in Scripture.  It might save you from a heap of regret.  Change is NOT God.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.

[i] Malachi 3:6

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