Life. In Light Of Eternity.

Putting Life in Perspective…and writing stories

Just Quote’n – John MacArthur #2

Luke 5:31-32

Mathew, the former tax collector (who was sometimes called Levi), was considered one of the most despicable people in Israel before Jesus called him. He had taken a job with the Roman government to extort taxes from his own people – and that tax money went to pay for the Roman occupation army. To make matters worse, tax collectors commonly took more money than the Romans required and lined their pockets with the difference. So, the fact that Jesus dined with tax collectors, and then chose one of them to join his inner circle of disciples, did not sit well with the religious elite.

Does something in your past cause you to doubt your worthiness to be a disciple of Jesus? If so , you’re exactly the kind of disciple He sought, found, saved, trained, and then appointed to represent Him. His grace gives you all the “qualification” you need to become an extraordinary asset in the cause of Christ.

 

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Create Something July 2017

Every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by sending them to my twitter @OdlyOtter and using the hashtag #createsomething Below is this month’s submission and story. This story also seemed to naturally blend itself into the Ke!th Universe which is another piece of fiction I write. Enjoy.

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Her notebooks were laying all around her as she laid sprawled on the floor. She came to with Joe pulling her up by the arm trying to help her stand. “What on earth just happened? Did I black out or something Joe?” Joe shook her head.

“No Sam, you didn’t black out. What just happened is the direct result of you attempting to be an intrepid whistleblower. The alliance doesn’t approve of whistleblowers Sam.” Said the man standing in front of her casually swinging a small electrical object in his hand.

“I’m sorry? Did…Did you just taze me?! Who the heck do you think you are and what are you talking about?” Sam replied.

The man chuckled. “You may call me Dave and this is not a taser I assure you. It is, however, on its lowest setting currently. Now, onto the matter at hand. I am talking about your recent article with the headline that read; “Crime spree imminent. So says sociologist! I am sure you recall said article.”

Sam nodded. A taxi stopped next to them and the man promptly got in as another man got out also holding the same type of object. The man stared directly at Sam. “I am here to inform you that if you are to continue to hypothesize upon such things as you did in that article it will not be salubrious to you.”

Sam was slightly taken back by the sudden change of person. “I assume you are with the man who just left in the taxi? I hope you two are aware that you are threatening a member of the press! Who do you work for?”

The man smerked . “It is not a threat, it is a warning. It is time to stop Sam. It is time to take a spontaneous cruise. Perhaps the time on the ship will be good for you. Now, if you will excuse me…” Another car pulled up next to them and the man promptly got in and it sped away.

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Musical Monday #40 – Somewhere in the middle (Casting Crowns)

We find ourselves in the middle of the year right now this song popped up and reminded me of being in the middle in a spiritual world. How long will we allow ourselves to be caught in the middle?

Just Quote’n – Gilbert #4

We are not the result of random chance and genetic mutations, gene re-assortments, and chromosomal accidents. We are created! Everyone of us is the result of an idea, a plan, and an action of God himself. And that brings both meaning and responsibility to human life (Gen 1:26-28).

 

– Greg Gilbert in What is the Gospel?

Create Something June 2017

Every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by using my twitter @OdlyOtter and the hashtag #createsomething below is this month’s submission and story. Enjoy.

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“This is all just metaphysical dribble! He said as he threw another paper to the side.”

“Now Father, that is no way to speak of your students.” said the man at the opposite side of the desk.

“Sorry son. But it baffles my mind that it is so hard for these first years to articulate themselves. I am adamant that their minds are no longer able to focus. It’s the age of distraction I tell you!” The more he spoke the more excited he became.

He looked at his watch. It was close to 7 pm. “Perhaps you can tell me more about this age of distraction on the car ride home? Mother will have dinner waiting for us back at the cottage and I feel as if I have not eaten in forever.”

“Agreed, let us leave this dribble for tomorrow. Seeing your mother will improve my mood and restore some much-needed sanity.” He smiled as he packed his briefcase.

“Alright, tell me more about this age of distraction.” He said they drove down the road.

“Ah! Yes, the age of distraction. I am convinced that we are allowing our minds to become increasingly lazy and unfocused by exposing ourselves to a mixture of information concurrently.” He glanced towards his son who was typing on his phone. “Just as you are doing right now.”

“Huh, you mean my phone? Sorry, I am just responding to an email but I am listening.”

“Oh son” He chuckled. “That is precisely my point. How can we focus on a single goal or purpose amongst a myriad of notifications constantly begging for our attention?”

Glancing up from his phone to the road and then to his father before returning to his phone, “So is this just an attack on smartphones then?”

“No, the smartphone is merely a good example. The point is that our minds are no longer allowed to be captured by a single thought because we are trying to multi-task. We are unable to think deeply on a topic or approach a debate because our minds are so quickly distracted. As an example, if I were to say a word you do not know such as ‘teetotaler’ one of your first instincts is to take out your phone and search the word online for a definition.’ He paused. “You just searched the word didn’t you.”

“….Maybe” He smiled at his dad before continuing his email.

“You see my son there is no longer a reverence for learning. Our minds live on such a shallow level and are lazy because it is almost too easy to just read a quick search result to find something out. Such a mind is unable to write good papers because they just can’t do the mental hard work anymore. There is also no reverence for the present. Our time is split between what is happening around us and what is happening on the screen in front of us never fully paying attention to either. Always being distracted. That is why I say this is the age of distraction and until we realize it we will never be able to think or be focused again.”

“I don’t know dad, while I agree with you, it sounds cynical. I have been able to handle this email and talking to you at the same time, haven’t I? Perhaps some can’t focus but that doesn’t mean we are distracted.” He put his phone in his pocket.

“Son, I have driven around our block three times while you were on your phone to see if you would notice but you didn’t. Welcome to the age of distraction.”

Musical Monday #39 – Second Chance (Rend Collective)

This musical Monday is from a Irish band called the Rend Collective that I have recently discovered. This song helps me to be thankful for second chances.

Dear Son – Letter 1

Dear Son

Hi, I am your father. Wow, that is funny to type, because it’s true and because of the Star Wars reference. Star Wars? Well, you are too young to get that reference but trust me it was good.

The truth that I am now a father hasn’t fully sunk in just yet. I barely understand how to adult properly and now I have another life to take care of. That’s intimidating! But trust me, son. I want the best for you.

Right now you are small. Ity-bity. And so I can say that I want you to grow up to be a big, strong and most importantly a godly man. Oh, sure we are going to argue. You are going to disagree with me on a few things I am sure. Your hairstyle or your room. Maybe your friends or your music. That’s fine, as long as we both remember this. I want the best for you.

I want to protect you from this world and its entanglements. I want to help you fight sin, even when you don’t want to fight it yourself. I want to guide you towards the narrow path. Because, my boy. I want the best for you. I want you to know the supreme creator and to love him as we, your parents, do. Because that’s how I know I was a good dad. If I helped you to see and savor God the Father in all his glory and to love His son our savior. Then I know I have done my job.

My son, I don’t know what the future holds. I do know that at some point I am going to disappoint you somehow. It might be in my lack of being able to sport, or something else. But I hope you know and I want you to feel that I love you. Forgive me when I wrong you, please. It’s going to happen. But remember. I want the best for you.

Welcome, Malachi Mark Armstrong.

Just Quote’n – Ravi Zacharias #1

Below is a simple quote that reminds us on how we are to treat temptation. We must resist and flee from that which would tempt us lest it overcome us.

It is better to shun the bait than to struggle in the snare.

-Ravi Zacharias

Create Something May 2017

Every month I try to write a story using words or phrases submitted to me by others. You can submit some to me by using my twitter @OdlyOtter and the hashtag #createsomething below is this month’s submission and story. Enjoy.

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The smog was hanging over the city in a way that was comforting to him. It shielded him from the sun’s radiant rays as he moved from his front door to his car. As he drove he made the choice to leave the radio off. He didn’t want to be distracted he wanted to spend the time in thought. To ruminate on what he had experienced the day before. He never thought taking his friend’s challenge would end up like this;

“You see Clive, you only think about yourself. That is why you are so unhappy deep down. Tell you what, I challenge you to come spend time with me at my churches charity drive. Nothing too difficult, just handing out soup to those who need it. After helping others for a bit, just a small time of service will change you. I promise.”

“Thinking about myself is the only thing that makes me happy Ben. But ok fine, I’ll take you up on the challenge, only to prove you wrong though.”

He entered that charity with the aim to do his duty and leave as soon as he could. As he dished up soup, which was textured something akin to poorly mashed potatoes, he was inundated with faces that were deeply grateful for another meal. He watched as some kids played with some basic toys but yet looked so happy. Serving others had a somewhat euphoric impact on him. It was a feeling he was not familiar with nor would he have ever associated it with other people.

As a latchkey kid his whole life he had learned to look after himself. People had always gotten in the way. He had to be aggressive in the pursuit of his own happiness or he would just be that lonely and sad kid from his past. But his experience at the charity eluded to a much richer way of living. Life was meant to be lived in community. He understood that now. Exorbitant joy was found not in the things he owned but outside himself. There is something so much better at that church that he just had to understand. That is what he was going to tell his boss. That is why he was prepared to quit his job to pursue. He had been called.

Musical Monday #38 – Compassion Hymn (Keith and Kristyn Getty)

Another simple lyric video. The words of this hymn are just powerful. Enjoy.

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