This past week I suffered my third heart attack. Once again, God was gracious and allowed the doctors to unblock my bad artery and add a couple of reinforcing stents. Unlike the first two, this one has not given me noticeable relief and I’m both tired and depressed. I asked God why, but He said, (I) cause everything to work together for the good of those who love (me) and are called according to (my) purpose for them. (Romans 8:28)
Way back in 1976, Sylvester Stallone starred in what many regard as one of the greatest sports stories of all time. Rocky was so successful that it led to Rocky II, Rocky III, Rocky IV, Rocky Balboa, and most recently, Creed. The main idea in each of them was that anyone can achieve greatness if they can keep their eye on the prize–in this case, a boxing championship.
For now we sees through a glass darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then I shall know even as also I am known. (I Corinthians 13:12)
If you have been paying attention to the news of the world and our nation and you’re anything like me, it seems that the events we read about and see keep getting more and more horrific and make less and less sense. There is a darkness in this world which is only going to get worse as time marches on. It’s gotten to the point where our leaders are not able to make decisions based on what’s right. Instead, they are forced into making decisions based on what is the lesser of two evils. It’s like living in a shadowland.
I’ve been a Christian now for better than 46 years thanks to some friends and future in-laws who witnessed to me and prayed me through to salvation. I wasn’t totally ignorant of the Bible before that, but I think I saw it simply as a great book with great stories. I mean, who wouldn’t like a story about Moses, a Hebrew who, as a baby, was saved from death by Pharaoh’s daughter, raised for forty years like an Egyptian prince, and then shown he was to free the children of Israel from their long bondage. When he acted on his own and killed an Egyptian who was beating Hebrew slaves, he had to flee. His own people wanted nothing to do with him. He went to the backside of the desert to herd sheep for the next forty years. Then, he found himself talkin’ to a shrub–one that was on fire, but not being consumed. Wow! Talk about surreal.
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Our art group, CCADA, recently held its 5th annual art show–combining it with its first car show. We had artists of all ages, a wide variety of media, a new featured addition of many Christmas crafts, dramatic vignettes, music, and, of course, the car show. The turnout of visitors who oohed and aahed at what they saw and heard and noted that they wished they had the talent of the various artists. But, to paraphrase Will Rogers, “We can’t all be heroes. There also has to be somebody to clap for them.”