This post marks the 175th blog post of 2014. Not a big deal really to anyone but me. But this post, #175, marks the most I've ever posted in a given year since beginning this blog in January 2009.
Two things about this post that make me glad:
1. I'm glad I've had the diligence to record my ideas, thoughts and notes here (if only for mostly myself).
2. I'm glad my wife Tonya encouraged me to begin this process in this first place. Thank you Tonya.
Which is a great reminder (Here's The Point) that diligence combined with encouragement makes for a productive combination.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Point for the Day
Three mistakes Samson made in Judges 16:
He trusted the wrong person- v. 4
He toyed with sin- v. 7-14
He took God's blessing for granted- v. 20
He trusted the wrong person- v. 4
He toyed with sin- v. 7-14
He took God's blessing for granted- v. 20
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Point for the Day
It's possible to look like you honor God and not live like you honor God (Judges 16:17).
Monday, November 3, 2014
Point for the Day
Lessons on Leadership from Judges 15
A Leader should:
1. Have integrity- v. 1
2. Take responsibility for his/her actions- v. 3
3. Positively impact others- v. 6
4. Receive wise counsel- v. 11
5. Honor God...at all times- v. 18
A Leader should:
1. Have integrity- v. 1
2. Take responsibility for his/her actions- v. 3
3. Positively impact others- v. 6
4. Receive wise counsel- v. 11
5. Honor God...at all times- v. 18
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Making Music
Our younger son, Turner, who is 7, began taking piano lessons about 3 months ago. Neither my wife Tonya nor I play any musical instrument so we are excited about this opportunity for him.
Last Sunday, Turner participated in his first-ever piano recital. He did well and was pleased with his performance (though watching him bow to the audience before and following the playing of his piece of music made us all smile- 7 year old boys in East Tennessee don't bow a lot).
As you would expect, the first-year students like Turner played basic pieces such as the piece he played, Bamboo Leaves. But as the recital went along, the level of skill increased dramatically as those with several years of experience played intricate pieces from memory. I sat watching and thinking that the ability to play piano was as unknown to me as molecular biology or quantum physics. Just way beyond my understanding. And also that some 4 year-olds were better musicians than me.
But one thing I picked up on quickly, some people were playing notes while others were making music.
Here's The Point:
For the students who had put in the time to practice and memorize the notes, the playing of those individual notes had become melodic. It had become to them a piece of music and not notes on a page.
Much like life. Our individual daily experiences may not seem all that impressive as singular events but the collection of our daily moments, over time, becomes our life.
And just like at the recital when effort and care are invested, individual moments over time become a performance...of a lifetime.
Last Sunday, Turner participated in his first-ever piano recital. He did well and was pleased with his performance (though watching him bow to the audience before and following the playing of his piece of music made us all smile- 7 year old boys in East Tennessee don't bow a lot).
As you would expect, the first-year students like Turner played basic pieces such as the piece he played, Bamboo Leaves. But as the recital went along, the level of skill increased dramatically as those with several years of experience played intricate pieces from memory. I sat watching and thinking that the ability to play piano was as unknown to me as molecular biology or quantum physics. Just way beyond my understanding. And also that some 4 year-olds were better musicians than me.
But one thing I picked up on quickly, some people were playing notes while others were making music.
Here's The Point:
For the students who had put in the time to practice and memorize the notes, the playing of those individual notes had become melodic. It had become to them a piece of music and not notes on a page.
Much like life. Our individual daily experiences may not seem all that impressive as singular events but the collection of our daily moments, over time, becomes our life.
And just like at the recital when effort and care are invested, individual moments over time become a performance...of a lifetime.
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