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Saturday, April 24, 2010

We are Expecting!

It seems like only yesterday that we were calling our family and friends to let them know that we were parents-to-be. How exciting! And when that precious little girl showed up late that May evening I could not have imagined ever being more proud and happy.

And then we blinked. And we blinked again. And twelve days from now that little girl will be 22 years old. And two days ago I held the video camera (and my breath) while Joseph Dad asked my baby girl to be his wife.

Nineteen months ago he asked my permission to date her. Five weeks ago he asked my permission to marry her.

Where has the time gone? Who is this old guy that looks back at me from the mirror?

And now it seems we are expecting again ... a son-in-law. And I cannot imagine being more proud and happy.

Friday, April 2, 2010

What's So Good about it?

Good Friday. A makeup school day here in Azle, TX, after our snowbound day in mid-February. A mandatory no-pay furlough for employees of the city of Fort Worth, our big city neighbor trying to make up for a multimillion dollar budget shortfall. My guess is that today's circumstances don't qualify as "good" for any of those folks.

Rewind about two thousand years and see an innocent man brutally executed by a corrupt government pressured by religious extremists (as they might be called today) on a dark Friday on the outskirts of Jerusalem. My guess is that not many associated with him were thinking it was a "good" day.

My friend Mike Bellah blogged this morning about the idea of "Good Friday" and got my writer's juices flowing. I reflected back a few years ago to a friend who referred to one of his two jobs (the one that he really didn't enjoy that much) as his "GOOD" job. "GOOD," he said, "stands for Get Out Of Debt." It wasn't something he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing. It wasn't something that he wanted to make a career of. It was something for which he had a particular skill that allowed him to make additional income to eliminate the debt that was keeping him from wholeheartedly pursuing his calling and passion.

Good Friday. Get Out Of Debt Friday. I think that is what it means for me. It was the day that Jesus Christ paid the overwhelming, unmanageable, un-payable debt of my sin against God. As a Christ-follower, I love Resurrection Sunday. I love that death did not have the final say for Jesus and because of that, it won't have the final say for me either. But without Get Out Of Debt Friday, there would be no Empty And Shunned Tomb, Eternally Risen Sunday.

Jesus paid it all. All to Him I owe.