Monday, December 22, 2008
Christmas Friendship
Sunday, December 14, 2008
IOU Christmas?
Can you imagine waking up on Christmas and finding a sticky note under the tree that simply read, IOU, Santa? Well, for many folks, this year may turn out to be a lot like that - especially if we think we have to spend tons of money to have a happy holiday. Of course we all realize that Christmas is more than presents under the tree.... it's the season to be jolly, to share the love of Christ in manger, to reconnect with family and friends. But somehow we've also included shopping and big ticket items as gifts. If your family is like the Bennetts, this year may have to be just a little different than in years past. But maybe the change will cause us all to focus on the true spirit of the season rather than the commercialism of the holidays. I read something this past week that by Gay Norton Edelman where she recommends several ways we can all have a richer Christmas without all of the outrageous expense. I've included six of her recommendations below:
From "Christmas Without Cash" by Gay Norton Edelman...
1. Manage Kids' Expectations. At a time when the financial reality requires that it has got to be the love and not the stuff that matters, let your kids know that you’re opting for a simpler, more heartfelt [Christmas] season. They can handle it. But don’t say, “We can’t afford it.” Say, “We’re choosing to keep it simple and creative this year. We’re going to focus on being imaginative aboutgifts and emphasizing togetherness, not shopping.” If you believe it, they will, too (even if they do groan and roll their eyes). Help them gain perspective by volunteering as a family (actually having contact with the people you’re helping is the best form of give-and-take there is). Collect donations for food banks or give time at an animal shelter. Show them how much you believe in their giving little hearts and prepare to be awed!
2. Make Creative Coupons. Be honest--if you had the choice between a piece of jewelry or soneone to clean out your fridge, you'd probably pict the kitchen first aid, wouldn't you? Most people would rather have more help than more stuff. Get on the computer and have a ball thinking up things you can do for people you cherish. Then write up fancy certificates or hand-lettered index cards. Give your adult son a coupon for a half-dozen freshly ironed shirts, your teenage daughter a free pass from Saturday chores, your significant other…well, use your imagination and make sure he or she opens the gift privately!\
3. Suitable for Framing. Find a nice poem or create something your loved one can frame (or polish and use one of those frames in your bottom drawer, or pick up a simple one at the dollar store). How about the serenity prayer for your 12-step buddy? Or your sister’s favorite Psalm (such as, “Be still and know that I am God,” Psalm 46:10)? Wrap and add a bow--at my house we sometimes use the Sunday comics or, for fans, the sports section, as wrapping paper--and you’re ready to rock and roll! Not long ago my friend Karen printed out a list of pithy healing statements for me in my favorite color, purple (sample, from Mother Teresa, “Intense love does not measure; it just gives”). It’s hanging in my dining room right now.
4. Name Game. The best gifts say, “I know you. I think about you. I understand you.” Several years ago I created an acrostic for my friend, Karen, making a simple poem using the letters of her first name. I did it on the computer, but if you have nice penmanship, you could do it by hand. Write the person’s name vertically, then use each letter to begin a fun, loving statement about the person. It was such a simple gift, but she had tears in her eyes when she read it. “Nobody’s ever done something with my name like that,” she said. Another option is to put the person’s name on a hat (maybe with a slogan) or t-shirt (with a favorite photo).
Monday, December 8, 2008
God Took Off His Mask
Our heroes usually wear masks so their true identity can't be known. Like Spiderman, Zorro, Batman and the Green Lantern. And who could forget the most favorite masked man of all? The original ---the Lone Ranger.
We benefit from their kindness -- they frequently save the world from bad guys -- but we don't know who they really are. They may be our heroes, but our knowledge of them is limited.
There's a sense in which the same could have been said about God. In the Old Testament we learned about him, we saw how his people benefitted from his kindness, but we couldn't really know him personally, intimately. It was like he was behind a mask.
On Christmas Day, the mask was removed. He revealed himself to us through his Son so that we may known him as he really is. This is why, when Philip asked Jesus to reveal the Father, Jesus said, "Don't you know me, Philip, even after I have been among you such a long time? Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father." (John 14:9)
God's plan is not to be our hero. He wants to be more than the one we call on in times of trouble. He wants to be our constant companion, our Father, our friend. He wants us to know him personally. This is made possible through his Son, Jesus Christ, who was sent to us two thousand years ago. This is why we celebrate his birth.
--Steve May
edited by kb
Friday, December 5, 2008
Big Yellow Hornets & A Brother Born For Adversity
The Bible says, “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a difficult time.”. As a young Christian, when I read that verse, I would normally think of some fight or argument I had had with one of my brothers and think, “You got that one right King Solomon!” I’ve since gained another perspective however, one that is most likely the impetus for King Solomon’s writing the verse. As many of you know, I absolutely enjoy spending time in the outdoors. Whether it’s hunting, fishing, hiking, or simply camping by the lake, there’s something especially tranquil when I can be alone with God in my thoughts without distraction. Among many of my challenges in life, however, I am highly allergic to bee stings. Over this past fall, I had the joy of joining my best friend and a couple of other men for a deer hunting excursion to South Texas. The first morning of the hunt, I climbed a ladder and entered a hunting blind, only to be assaulted by a team of about a dozen hornets. Unfortunately, in my haste to pack for the trip, I overlooked an important item – my “Epi-Pin”, an auto injector of the drug epinephrine. After a fierce melee, the score of my encounter with these assassins from hell was bees -1 sting; Kevin – 12 kills. But the fact that I was ahead on the imaginary scoreboard didn’t stop the bee toxin beginning to course thru my veins. God graciously allowed me to complete the hunt that evening and get back to camp. Just about the time I got there, however, I began to exhibit all the signs of a person who needs immediate professional medical treatment. I can also assure you that there is not an overabundance of emergency rooms or hospitals in Yancey, Texas. But was during this time that began to understand hat it means that a Brother is born for adverity.
My best friend Don quickly arranged for a box of Benadryl to be delivered ASAP to our hunting camp. By the time the medicine arrived, I was already beginning the early stages of “Shock”. I was seeing white stars; the lymph nodes were swelling under my arms; a rash was breaking out on my back, and I was finding it harder to breathe. In haste, I took 4 times the recommended amount of Benedryl and lay down with an ice pack on the back of neck where I had been stung. Shortly, I was sound asleep. My buddy Don was worried about my condition as he knew I was highly allergic. But not being able to get into my room, he was on the phone, looking thru the window, and making sure I hadn’t killed myself in the process of trying to stay alive. I think he must have stayed up most of the night checking on me periodically to make sure I was still breathing. Even when I awoke and was totally delirious and talking out of my head, he stayed right by my side and made sure I was going to be okay… to me, that’s what it means to have a true friend. Some one who thinks more highly of others than they do themselves, and will be there when times are good and when times are bad. Fortunately, the Benedryl did its job and I was fine by morning, but just to have someone there who refused to run away… to have someone I trust and love contact my wife and keep her reassured. To know that no matter what happened, I had a friend right beside me, is a friend who was born to help you and me thru the adversarial conditions we encounter in life. I’m blessed that I can call Don a true friend and confidant…. I love you my brother…. Kevin




