The illusion of independence

This weekend was a different kind of weekend for me and my family. We’re currently living in a temporary home while we transition to our new place of ministry. As a result, my time was sharply divided. As patriotic as I am, I simply didn’t have time to share a rousing feel-good story about our nation on the July Fourth weekend.

Yes, we did eat some amazing pork barbecue. Yes, we caught a terrific fireworks display. And yes, we spent time in worship on Sunday, thanking God for His blessings and favor on our country through the years. I don’t know about you, but ever since the fateful day of 9/11, I simply have not been able to sing the words “thine alabaster cities gleam, undimmed by human tears.” Gets me every time. The fact is that those cities have been dimmed. And in many ways, so is the hope of our nation.

From my perspective it seems that even Christians are more concerned with our country veering from the desires of its founding fathers than from the express commands of our Heavenly Father. This is extremely troubling to me.

My 10 Texas favorites

As I continue thinking forward to our move to Arkansas, I feel the need to share some of my favorite things about the great state of Texas — in no particular order (because that would just be too hard!). So here goes:

• Blue Bell ice cream. With so many varieties, Blue Bell is a favorite of many folks in the Lone Star state. With their home in Brenham, TX, the Blue Bell company pride themselves on still providing a full half gallon. And just so you know, my favorite flavors are Dutch Chocolate, Banana Pudding, Key Lime Pie, and Strawberries &  Homemade Vanilla. (OK, I’ll stop now.)

 

The gift of gratitude

This month is one full of mixed emotions. On the one hand, I’m looking forward to seeing God work out His purposes during our move. . .on the other, I’m taking some time to reflect on the blessings He has lavished upon me during my time in Texas.

Now those of you who know me well can attest that I’m something of a sap anyway. For example, tonight was sad because my family ate at our favorite pizza joint for the last time. I know, I know. . .they have good pizza in Arkansas too. But I’ve spent over a year building relationships with these people. And saying goodbye is always hard.

I think about pushing my sweet daughter on the swing in our neighborhood park for the last time. It’s coming! But, you know what? It comes for all of us, doesn’t it?

I think about the transformation of my son from a scared and timid bike rider to a real pro — something that took place right here in our neighborhood during the past few years.

Texas has been good to me, and when I leave, part of my heart will remain — not because of the place but because of the people and the life lessons I’ve learned here.

I guess I could reminisce at length, but you probably wouldn’t be interested in reading that.