Stories and other stuff

Everybody has a story.   I want to start off this morning by telling you the greatest story ever told.  I can do it in two words: Jesus saves! In today’s culture, if I were going to tell that story for maximum effect, I would just drop the mike.  Literally and intentionally. And then walk back to my seat. It’s a powerful, simple, and poignant story and I used only two words to describe what the Savior did for me.  He saved me. I could tell you my story, and some of you know a lot of it, but again, that’s not the purpose of today’s message.  Today I want to talk to you about other people’s stories and the times we have to listen to them. To do that though, I have to start off by telling you a story about what I saw in Fort Worth when I was there a couple of months ago. I knew one person in Fort Worth.  His name is Brandon Cole and he’s a pastor of C3 church Fort Worth.  C3 is kind of a new movement in chuches and I had an incredible expe...

I learned something new today. I learned about Hutterites.  At first, I thought it was just another crazy story I have to tell, and from a certain point of view, maybe it is.  Given how it started, I thought so too.  But some research and with the aid of google maps, I have a better understanding of the folks I met today. Our story starts on a rural stretch of road near Turner, Montana.  This is a two lane highway, and yours truly is going 70 mph down it with his mom riding shotgun when this woman runs across the road.  She has another woman "in tow" if you will, and the only way I can miss running them over is to slow down.  The second woman hesitated, then decided to cross the road.  As I flew by at about 40, I noticed the one woman had her thumb out.  I waved and so did my mom as we passed them. I'm thinking I shouldn't pick them up, but made it just a few hundred feet down the road when I changed my mind and backed up. I asked them if ...

Hello friends and neighbors, I haven't been writing much lately, either on here or in my prayer journal.  I really need to get serious about that, by the way.  God does so much in my life that it would behoove me to keep a record of just what all that stuff is. I have a prayer journal but only write in it sporadically.  I get busy and forget.  I get tired and forget.  I haven't made it a habit, so I forget.  Excuses, and all bad.  But I do forget.  Maybe I need to start leaving it out on the nightstand so I remember. I just made a batch of cherry jam.  I'm only going to make one this year.  The kids are pretty much gone as of this weekend so I'm back to being just me.  This time, Wendi's mom goes with her, or goes somewhere else.  I'm finally heading back into somewhat sane territory with my life. I tried explaining Miss June to this woman I dated a couple of times I don't know how many years back.  She laughed at ...