Distraction Versus Recreation

I don’t describe myself as a hard-working man.  But sometimes I do work hard, and I do have certain responsibilities I have to keep up with, and I have a number of personal projects that I’ve put a lot of effort and time into here and there.

Sometimes, I need a break.  I need some rest for my brain.

And then I have to decide between distraction and recreation.  “Distractions” are those time-wasting things which let me idle and fritter away minutes or hours and at the end of which I’m, if anything, wearier and crankier than I was when I started.  “Recreations,” literally “re-creations,” are those things which rebuild me and recharge me.

Distractions are easier to find.  Recreations take a little more work and thought, but are much, much better for me.  I’m always happier and more refreshed after recreation, and ready to get back to work.

The choice of which to go for is usually up to me.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

We Sin, He Saves

My personal Bible-reading time hasn’t followed any particular pattern over the years.  I’ve read the Bible through a few times, I’ve done individual books here and there, I’ve done topical studies, I’ve used devotional guides, and sometimes I’ve just randomly opened the Bible and asked God to teach me a lesson out of whatever the morning’s reading was.

This morning, the day after Christmas, I was in Ezekiel and reading some passages on the holiness and purity required of the priests who would minister in the temple of the Lord.  And what came out in my prayer time was that so much of the Old Testament deals with the sinfulness of the human race, and what a serious matter that is, and how it needs to be addressed with extreme care.

Following on the heels of Christmas I was struck by “joy to the world, the Lord is come,” and it’s such incredible good news that the Savior has been born precisely because we sinners are in such lost and desperate straits without Him.  Our sin is a very grave matter indeed, leading inexorably to our misery, death, and condemnation, except that God loved us so much that He gave us His Son.  “Joy to the world,” indeed.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Moving Stuff At Church

Writing this post I’m actually trying to decompress from a bit of a stressful event at my job.  I was tempted to blog about it but decided not to for two reasons:  1) People involved may see this and recognize themselves but mainly, 2) by the time you read this I’ll be over it anyway so what’s the point in burdening you with it?  It’s not the kind of thing that’s going to distress me in the long run.

So instead let me tell you about setting up the church sanctuary for the Christmas musical.  I serve as an associate pastor (or “minister of miscellaneous”) and my job involves a LOT of furniture moving.  For the big Christmas production this morning we had to clear the stage of all the pulpit furniture so we could fit the children choir up there and do the Mary/Joseph/angel scene, we had to move out the portable baptistry and hang a lot of curtains to create a temporary dressing space for our actors, we had to set up a lot of lights, move some platforms in, get the drumset and keyboard off the stage, and move some chairs around to accommodate our instrumentalists.

And this all started when I asked the music minister if there was anything I could do to help……

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

 

The Christmas Ballet

I’m a big, slightly overweight, middle-aged guy.  Not the picture of grace and athletic poise, in other words.  So I’ve been getting a lot of mileage out of telling people I was asked to take part in a Christmas ballet.

It’s absolutely true.  A local dance school was putting on a production, and this guy who was helping out had to drop out at pretty nearly the last minute, and I got recruited by a desperate friend of a friend.

I was pretty excited about it, never having been in a ballet before.  I didn’t have a lot of time to learn the role, but I’m a quick study.

And the looks on people’s faces when I tell them this story is wonderful, and the looks of relief when I tell them that the part was a non-dancing narrator role are a little insulting.  But still funny.

Dance?  Me?  No, not going to happen.  But I can run my mouth like nobody’s business.  Narrating, not a problem.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.