Month: October 2009

Pretty Bubbles in the Air

There is one who makes himself rich, yet has nothing; And one who makes himself poor, yet has great riches. Prov. 13:7 (NKJV) Now godliness with contentment is great gain. 1 Tim. 6:6 (NKJV) Yesterday, an old tune my Dad used to sing came to mind. It is a lovely tune, one I thoroughly enjoyed hearing him sing when I was a small boy. But then one day I really heard the words for the first time…and they were fraught with discouragement and disillusion. So, I wondered if Dad just liked the tune or if he somehow felt the impact of the lyrics. The song goes like this… I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air They fly so high, they reach the sky Just like my dreams, they fade and die Fortune’s always hiding, I look everywhere I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air Honestly, most of us have felt that way at one time or another, like all our efforts, schemes, and dreams were so many pretty bubbles, enjoyed for a few minutes, ascending higher and higher, only to burst into nothingness. Solomon surely went through a period of such despondency. Having searched out all that the world had to offer and finding that it left him cold and empty inside, he penned observations that became the most downbeat book in the Bible…Ecclesiastes. The...

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Pieces of Me

Tossing about in the bed last night, chasing the elusive slumber I so desperately sought, my mind wandered back to the places I have been and people I have seen the past couple of weeks. Weekend before last, Donya and I flew to Texarkana, Arkansas to spend a couple of days. There is only one reason on earth we would waste a plane ride on Texarkana (or Arkansas, for that matter). Her name is Holly. We hadn’t seen her in awhile and we missed her terribly. The trip was short, but it was sweet. For a city girl with a Master’s degree and a personality as big as the state the Texas half of Texarkana occupies, the slow-paced, never-changing east Texas landscape is as unlikely a place for her to land as one can imagine. But God works in mysterious ways…and sends His kids on unexpected adventures. So, there she is. For now. And there I am, too. A piece of me resides in that east Texas border town. Then, this weekend past, it was off to Colorado Springs for the wife and me. Our Army Sergeant son-in-law is stationed there now. More importantly, our oldest daughter and only grandson are stationed there with him. We knew how badly we missed them, and we knew how much. The four days spent in the Rockies reminded us why we missed...

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Sweet Escape

(Reprinted from 2003) Do you remember the Chevrolet Tahoe commercials from a few years ago, the ones featuring a poem read by James Garner? The first time I heard the poem, I was smitten. I had to find out who wrote it, where it came from. I kind of thought it might be a Dr. Seuss offering I had missed along the way. It just smacked of his unusual poetic style. Turns out it is ad copy written by the heretofore unknown Patrick O’Leary. I wonder if he even knew the depths he had mined with such powerful simplicity. The poem, entitled “Nobody Knows It But Me,” goes like this: There’s a place that I travel, When I want to roam And nobody knows it but me. The roads don’t go there, And the signs stay home And nobody knows it but me. It’s far, far away and way, way afar, It’s over the moon and the sea, And wherever you are going, That’s wherever you are And nobody knows it but me. I am sure these words stir about as many feelings in those who read them as there are life experiences. They carry in them a haunting sense of escapism. Most people, I think, in the recesses of the mind, have some place to which they escape. It may be through something as purposeful as meditation or as incidental as day-dreaming. Since my earliest days, I...

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How To Spend a Life

If love is what I get from You Then you can bet I’ll give it too ‘Cause all I really want to do Is spend my lifetime loving you. ¶ When friends all leave or fade away And the sun still shines on another day Just know that I am here to stay And spend a lifetime loving you. ¶ As youth succumbs to the march of time And the road you walk becomes a grind Take heart, my love, you know that I’m Gonna spend my lifetime loving you. ¶ When death comes to call for me And time gives way to eternity I know my final words will be, “I spent my lifetime loving you.” ¶ For Donya, Love of my Life on her __th...

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