Scrambled Eggs & Corn Flakes

Recently, I had the privilege of speaking at my church for communion. Not a very long speech, but you give your thoughts on something you have gleaned while preparing. Let's talk today about Judas. He ranks twelfth on any person's list of favorite disciples. Thirteen if you're counting Paul. Fourteenth if you count Judas' replacement. Heck, he's behind the seventy-two Jesus sent out in Luke 10:1. Suffice to say, he's not the most popular guy in the Bible. We all know how Judas betrayed Jesus for thirty pieces of silver. After spending three years walking with Jesus and seeing all the miracles and teachings, he turns on him for that. Jesus knew this would happen. Judas was part of His small circle. Saw what Jesus was doing. I'm sure that they had one-on-one time to chat about life in general. They got to know each other rather well. If, in your circle of friends, you had one that you knew meant you harm - would you keep them around? Wouldn't you rath...

I don't do well when there is quiet. I like having some kind of noise going on around me. Whether that's having the TV on in the background or running a fan so that I can sleep well at night. The quiet can be downright spooky. When you are in a quiet house, every other noise becomes louder and more ominous. Every creak and squeak can become amplified in our mind's eye. Just sitting and being quiet can be a chore. Our minds race looking for something to do. Something to keep us busy and moving. Our lives are one big rat race, scurrying from one location to another. Constantly busy and occupied is how we want to live our lives. Staying still, being quiet, and relaxing is not one of our strengths. That's what our society currently dictates to us. Rushing from one place to another, keeping busy, with no time to relax. Even when you get one thing done, its a rush to get the next job accomplished. "The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green...

From July 11th, 2015 - this was the eulogy I gave On behalf of my family, we would like to thank all of you for your prayers and sympathies during this time. My father was an impressive man. In fact, he invented the remote control when I was a small child. He would have my sister or I sit next to the TV and he would call out what channel he wanted to see. Thankfully, we got a real remote control before we got cable TV. I don't know how tired our arms would have gotten from changing all those channels. One of the things about my father is that he owned so many tools. Always seemed to have the right tool that was needed for any occasion. I remember most his wooden handled screwdriver. Maybe it was one of the tools I recognized when he named it. Most of the time I would bring up 3 to 4 tools in the hopes I picked the right one. But not the wooden handled screwdriver. I knew that one. I don't know how many things he built, tightened, or fixed. It just seemed to be so many thing...