Next week I start my vacation. Until this week I have had pleasant thoughts about my time away.  But right now, this week, all I can think of is the list that’s in front of me.

I don’t always make lists, but when I’m under pressure or feel time is closing in on me, I start to make them.  Sometimes I use my smart phone and check items off electronically.  Sometimes I enter them into my computer calendar, so they’re scheduled in my day.  But when I am really under the strain of a deadline, I get out a pad of paper and I write them down.

I do that because there is little satisfaction in checking something off with a click.  But when you take a pen and scribble lines through a task, completely obliterating it from the page (but not carving a hole in the paper), that really satisfies pent up frustration.  I think that when you completely eradicate an item on your list it releases endorphins in your system giving you a sense of euphoria.  Well, that is, until you think of something else you need to add to the list. Then one just cancels out the other.

It bugs me that I can never think of everything at once, so as something gets crossed off other things get added.  It’s like the list that never ends (that reminds me of a song).  Like a child can’t have dessert unless he finishes his meal, I can’t leave for vacation until that list is done, gets crumpled up and thrown in the trash … usually tossed like a basketball into the garbage can.  (There’s an extra sense of satisfaction if it goes in with a swish!)

I should be dreaming sweet dreams of my vacation but instead I’m tossing and turning at night because of that list.  With the list ever before me this week, I can have no fun.  Even if what I am doing is fun, the list haunts me and calls me back to look at it, even stare at it sometimes, as if I could complete some tasks just by thinking about them.

What I do know is this:  next week, there will be no list.  No focusing all my attention on getting things done.  No worries of deadlines.  No finding contentment in scribbling things out on a piece of paper.  It will all be done, finished, complete, and I will be reclining on a beach, sipping a nice cold Dr. Pepper (I mean, bottle of water), soaking up the sun and waves on Lake Huron.

Here’s the thing:  In life, I need to stay focused on who I live for.  I need to keep Christ before me like this list has been with me all week.  Everywhere I go and in everything I do, Christ should be on my mind.  Christ should be involved in my thinking, how I process information, how I respond to life, and what I produce in life.

One day this life will be over and I won’t have to keep Christ before me – that will be an unforced, natural rhythm for me in heaven.  It will all happen in an instant, like the start of vacation.  But for now, I must work at keeping Christ before me, and dream of a time when it will all be as easy as sitting on a beach.

Until Next Time!

Pastor Paul

Question:  What keeps you from staying centered on Christ?  Leave your comments below.

I remember when gas stations were full service – you would drive up to the pumps and the guy would come out to your car, ask you how much gas you wanted, and proceed to fill your tank for you.  He would even clean your windshield and check your oil.

Just think about that for a moment.  You never had to leave your car.  The pump jockey would even take your cash from your car window.  You could have them put in even $5 of gas and your gas gauge would actually move.  When I was a kid I remember hearing my dad say to the attendant, “Just put in a couple of bucks” . . . and he wasn’t embarrassed saying that!  Oh, how times have changed.

Personally, I like pumping my own gas (well, except when it’s -25 C in a strong north wind).  I don’t have to wait for anyone, and it gives me a chance to stretch.  But, I would like it if someone else cleaned my windows.

So, when I drove up to the gas station the other day, and there were a couple of girls cleaning windshields, I thought, “Hey, this will be great!”  These girls seemed friendly, and were talking to the people while they cleaned and the drivers pumped gas.

While I pumped gas, I waited for one of these girls to come over to wash my car windows, but it didn’t happen.  They completely ignored me.  I’m not sure if they took a look at my windshield and decided there were too many bugs on it (from a recent trip on the 401) or whether they thought I looked too muscular and didn’t need the help.  But I was a little hurt that they didn’t come over.  I felt like calling to them, “Over here; don’t forget my car”, but I didn’t say anything.  I just got the squeegee and started scrubbing my windshield (the bugs were practically glued on).

Feeling a little slighted, I went in, and paid for my gas.  On the way out, I noticed that these girls were not just cleaning people’s windshields for fun.  They were selling a repair service to fix cracks and dings in windshields.  Then I thought, “Well, that was good.  Not having them clean my windshield saved me having to endure a sales pitch.”

Here’s the thing:  There have been times when I have asked God for things, sometimes with much passion.  And then I’ve felt slighted, and even hurt when He hasn’t answered me.  Some of these requests were very worthy requests.  He just seemed to ignore me and answered someone else’s requests instead.

It was only later that I realized I really hadn’t wanted that request answered in the way I thought.  I was glad He didn’t answer the request because I was way off in what I was asking.  It’s interesting how I don’t often thank God for those answers.  I should be as thankful when God says “no” to me as I am when He says “yes”.

Oh, and by the way, I’m glad I had to clean my own windshield … I’m sure I did a better job than they would have anyway.

Until Next Time!

Pastor Paul

Question: To what request has God said “no” that you are now thankful He did? Leave your comment below.

Normally, I have a good handle on where my belongings are, but recently I’ve been misplacing things. I’ve been forgetting a lot of things lately, like hats, glasses and keys.  In early June, I couldn’t find my ball cap.  No big deal, right?  Well, not to me! – this ball cap is the only one I have ever found that fits my melon!  I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it.

The good thing is, I’m pretty good at retracing my steps and finding things.  So, I thought maybe I had taken it up to our trailer in May and left it there.  I took comfort in that thought.  But later in June when we were there, the hat didn’t turn up.  I was at a loss to know where it might be, but mainly upset that I had lost this one-of-a-kind (at least in the known world) ball cap that fits my head.  I’ve since found it (a month later) in a mostly unused compartment of my computer bag.

I have also lost my reading glasses on a number of occasions in the last few months. One of those times I never did find them again.  So last week when I came home from a board meeting and couldn’t find my newest pair, I definitely was perturbed.  I searched high and low.  In the morning, I found them in a room at the church – they had been clipped to my shirt and evidently fell off when I was moving tables.

This Sunday, however, was a record day for me in the “leaving things behind” department.  It started when I woke up and I forgot to take my pills … first time I’ve done that.  And I didn’t realize I had forgotten until the next day!  I also forgot a video camera we needed for a baptism at church.

But to top it all off, when we were leaving for church, I couldn’t find my keys.  We searched everywhere until finally we just had to go.  What really bugged me was not being able to figure out where I could have left them.  We were two streets from home when I looked in my rearview mirror and saw my bike rack on the back of the car.  At that moment I remembered!  The day before I had put my keys on the trunk when I took my bike off the rack.

We stopped the car, but the keys weren’t on the trunk.  So we drove slowly back the way we came, and sure enough, they were lying in the middle of the road. They had slid off the trunk when we made the first turn off our street.

All this misplacing, forgetting, leaving things behind bothers me.  I don’t like it.  It makes me feel like I’ve blown it.

So I wonder how we‘ll feel when we get to heaven and realize we’ve left not someTHING but someONE behind.  I know we can’t make people follow Jesus, but if we forget, or neglect, or miss opportunities to tell them, isn’t it like we’ve left something behind?  God hasn’t asked us to do His job (saving people) but He has called us to tell others about Him, and in doing that, we’re not leaving people we care about behind. I need to be better at this.

Until Next Time!

Pastor Paul

Question: What could you say to point people in your life to follow Jesus?  Leave your comment below.

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