Howdy,
Got my phone back. It came back on. Dead, to living again.
I’d call it a resurrection, but that rings sacrilegious in a Sunday Scripture series.
The Resurrection is more than an smartphone with a dumbbattery dying selfishly on its own schedule and inconvenience and deciding to restart three hours later at 6% charge when it went under at 100%. Much more.
Howdy,
Yes.
Yes is an answer to a question.
Good questions.
Sunday Pastor Kevin Heppner at The Rock Church of Turlock proposed this as a summarized, though life-opening, one-word wrap of Jesus Christ’s three headline commandments/directions/instructions/guidance/last words to us in Scripture. Yes.
Yes. (Yes, the billyhawes.com running theme since Wednesday. Tomorrow will be different.)
So, yes.
Yes is obedience.
Yet yes is also the requirement.
That’s the wrap part. That’s the summary, the being concise down to one word.
A look at three Biblical statements from Jesus: let’s examine those next.
Howdy,
Yes
—Billy
Reading. Writing. Living.
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Howdy,
Twenty posts ago or so, I wrote about asking questions. Questions as answers. Actually I (sort of) wrote three posts about it. (Three previous posts: 1 and 2 and 3.)
Here I submit a different twist, another strategy.
An answer to a question?
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Howdy,
My dad visited us recently.
He has sayings.
One I remember from this trip was: “Go slow, but go, go, go …”
I knew instantly when he said this that I’d be writing something about it, that I’d be using it for a blog post.
Unfortunately for me, I believe this quote expressed so much to me, because I understand.
At least beginning to, which makes me feel old.
The meaning? It’s not much hidden at all, but it sinks in with time—age and injury, and just a bit of rejuvenation, which is the encouraging hope—and it is: “Take your time. You’ll get there, but you must move, and keep moving.” Another way of saying it, use it or lose it.
In the spring my dad had knee-replacement surgery, which has made for a summer of much-improved movement, it seems to me. He’s not fast, though; thus, the “Go slow, but go, go, go …” He’s not trying to be fast: not anymore; his recommendation is, to go slow. But also to go, to keep going, to go, go, go.
You must move—slow, but you must go—and keep moving.
Howdy,
I think when most of us think of courage we think of something courageous (duh) and daring and heroic in the adventurous or overtly threatening sense of the word.
I think.
Therefore I am … Continue reading
Howdy,
I know it hasn’t been long since I’ve posted a Sunday Scripture series write up, but Sunday has again rolled back around (a true weekend with Jasper having started school and Sarah’s semester of instructing college courses following closely behind), and I’m liking these Sunday Scripture series posts, even if that’s just to say that I’m enjoying writing them.
Nonetheless (if I were still behind on word count, I might be tempted to write that one as three) it’s more than that, since they are enjoyable because of the topic and material and where it all goes. Truly, what a magnificent place to begin: the Scriptures, God’s Word—and then I get to type my way into an additional subtextual topic. (Subtext kind of like how it means … but also in my made-up-on-the-spot intention of being beneath in stature, authority, and importance—below, underneath, lower than, less than, subordinate to—and I have no delusional confusion about that.
It’s just good to look at God’s Word with you.
I would have gone to my ESV Bible app on my iPhone to pick a passage from my “FAVORITES”—I even reached for my phone—but then I remembered it was dead.
Not God.
Not His Word.
Howdy,
Continued from yesterday …
But back to Jasper and tubing behind the ski boat: my six year old son had more go in him than some 13, 14 year olds in the boat—at least in the sense of faster-faster.
He started timid, a bit uncertain, as you might imagine, since Jasper hasn’t done much of anything like it and certainly not at any significant speed, but as the day progress and he found his comfort level, Jasper pushed the ride past the comfort level of others on the tubes. We pulled two giant tubes and could easily tow 4-6 people, depending on if little ones were being squeezed on for a safe ride and sweet memory—as opposed to a more fun moment for the driver, challenged with tossing a brother or brother-in-law off the tube and tumbling into the lake.
Both are good. There’s a time and place. For everything a speed.
So toward the end, on a last ride, riding back in the direction of dock and trailer, Jasper got pretty pleased with himself and his penchant for the thumbs up signal for faster. Faster-faster-faster. Jasper kept giving the sign. Continuously.
Howdy,
If Jasper takes on first grade anything like he took on and got into tubing in one day, he should be good.
He’s matured a lot. As my dad said, “He’s getting tougher and tougher every time I see him.”
Jasper can whine from time to time: and can do it in a high pitch … but he doesn’t do it about as much—or, as many things—as he used to, I would say. As a parent I can be biased or even blind—tone deaf, really—but one thing I know about this idea is that there are indeed things and situations, occurrences, that would have pushed younger Jasper to a point of struggle that he now handles with surprising grace. Every once in awhile, a kid comes through with surprising grace. Astonishing, at times. And Jasper is just one of those such kids.
And it’s cool to see. And it is observable. As I wrote, my dad noticed it enough to comment on it.
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