A Rare Occurrence In Southwest Louisiana

Last week, residents in our area woke up to find something that they had not seen here in over 25 years- snow! It seemed to disappear as quickly as it came. I took this photo around 8 am. By then, the evidence of our soft white visitor was quickly disappearing.

The picture shows our church office draped in snow. This old house is one of the oldest buildings in our city and is called the "Perkins House" in honor of the Perkins family, who once owned it.

New Conversation

A new interview is posted on my podbean site.

It is a recent interview I did with Dr. David Lowrie. Dr. Lowrie is pastor of the First Baptist Church of Canyon, TX, as well a the new president of the Baptist General Convention of Texas.

He is also an old seminary classmate. Glad to know that some of us have done well since we left seminary.

This is an age where many of the old structures are crumbling. Among them are Christian denominations. Many of them are being challenged to rethink their purpose and mission.

Dr. Lowrie shares his thoughts about the Baptist General Convention of Texas and his vision for it. There is a second half to this interview on church transitions, which I will post at a later date. (That way you'll come back for more!)

You can click the "Conversations With Dr. Dave" icon on the right to listen.

Feel free to share your thoughts.

Potty Mouth

The governor of Illinois apparently has a foul mouth.

And, apparently, his wife does as well.

Allegations are being reported that Rod Blagojevich, the current governor of the state of Illinois, has attempted to sell the senate seat vacated by Barack Obama to the highest bidder. And in the worst way.

Last night, even former presidential contender John McCain got into the act as well.

Plastered across television screens and appearing in news columns has been the text of some comments Blagojevich made about President-elect Obama that were uh, well, unflattering for either man. These words are apparently enough to make a sailor blush. For modesty's sake, news reports have been kind of enough to "bleep" the worst offending phrases. Of course, it doesn't take much imagination to fill in the blanks.

The governor's wife as well seems to have a problem with potty talk. What happened? It used to be considered "unladylike" for a woman to speak this way. To be fair, I believe no man or child need speak this way either.

We are inundated in this society with a variety of words once considered unfit for polite company. Television shows, popular songs and movies, as well as people on the street seem to have little regard for self censorship when it comes to the use of "colorful metaphors." (With a nod of the space helmet to Checkov of Star Trek fame.)

Last night, on the David Letterman show, even John McCain chose to use some "colorful metaphors." While he didn't say them outright, he still "bleeped" himself in an attempt to be a regular funny guy.

I find nothing funny, charming, or respectable about the use of dirty words. I don't like to hear these words accidentally, in jest, or in anger. In fact, I don't like to hear them at all. I certainly don't think they are necessary. I don't think they enhance anyone's status, make them appear cool, or get the point across. I lose respect quickly for anyone who has to resort to foul language.

In fact, years ago, I attended a mandatory sales meeting at the retail store which employed me. During his motivational and informational talk, the presenter thought it necessary to use some choice words, and I don't mean French ones. After this verbal assault, I was deeply offended. For some reason, we were asked to evaluate the presentation. Though it was over 20 years ago, I can still recall my three word evaluation- "Foul language unnecessary."

In fact, I had some "Doctor of Profanity" cards made up. They are intended to be given to those who believe that cussing somehow enhances their status or gets the job done when plain old words won't.

We've all hit our fingers with the hammer. We've all said words we shouldn't have. I was not permitted to use expletives at home, and out of respect for my parents, refused to do so.

Except once.

Mother washed my mouth out with soap. I never cussed in front of her again.

Maybe Governor Rod Blagojevich and his wife need THEIR mouths washed out with soap.

Tunnelvision In Show Business- One Perspective

I have often considered the spoiled, selfish, and often self destructive behavior that movie stars, recording artists, and other "celebrities" seem to have in common. Today I finished the book I got over the Thanksgiving holiday that gives an account of drummer Dick Peterson's experience with his musical group "The Kingsmen." I'm sure you've their most popular- and controversial song- "Louie, Louie."

By modern standards, the account Peterson gives of a musician's life on the road back in the mid '60s is pretty tame. But he does have an interesting take on how money, fame, and adulation of fans affected him and his fellow band members, giving what I believe is a satisfying answer to the question that begins this post:

As first, we accepted the fame and money with innocence and some measure of embarrassment. It didn't take long, however, before we starred believing our own PR. That's when the trouble starts and you begin to lose your identity and perspective. When you come to expect the adulation, when you take the money and constant boot-licking for granted, that's when you lose respect for things that matter and focus on satisfying your immediate desires. Everything- girls, cars, homes, fans,- becomes a hamburger, an easily replaced Happy Meal. With a McDonald's on every block, when you get hungry you just stop and order another hamburger. With so many girls available, that all become just another girl. With so many makes of car to choose from, when you get tired of one or wreck it, you just head to the nearest dealership and buy another model- with cash. With homes never being quite large enough, when one grows too cramped, you trade up into something bigger with better views. When old fans lose interest in you, new fans always come along ready to idolize you and beg for your autograph. Whatever gets you through the day is your only line of sight. In the end, you're left blinded to reality, unprepared for the devastating day when it all comes to an unexpected end.-p. 366.

And indeed it will all, one day, come to a blazing end.

"Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed is he that watcheth, and keepeth his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame." Revelation 16:15 (KJV)

A Birth At Dry Creek

Dry Creek Baptist Camp is a wonderful place of retreat, spiritual refreshment, and personal renewal. Every summer, they host a number of camps for children and youth. Throughout the year, they host events for all ages. Our church financially supports Dry Creek Camp and is proud to do so. Some of our members have served on its board and also been involved in various projects. Our senior adults look forward to the monthly fish frys and attend the annual senior adult retreats. I myself have spent a number of summers with children enjoying the time and getting worn out as well.

Recently, Camp Manager Todd Burnaman, wrote a reflection in his column which appeared in the Dry Creek newsletter. The story is so well written and told that I asked and received his permission to post the story here:

One night as summer was rapidly approaching an end, I left my office and began walking across the campground. The evening's late night feature had finished and the students were dismissed to spend time in youth group devotions before lights out.

As I walked, I passed a group that was obviously having a special time of sharing what God was doing in their lives. Then a little further across the grounds, I began hearing the slightly muffled sound of a camper weeping, as though his face was covered. I began making my way toward the sound when I spotted two guys face down on the ground. My immediate concern was that one had fallen or tripped and was hurt. As

I neared the two guys and realized that Sean, our head counselor, was crying out a very passionate prayer on behalf of the other boy who was weeping. Their faces in the dirt, lying prostrate on the ground, I knew this was a special moment as the camper faced some very real and personal needs for God in his life.

As I write this article, I peer out of the window and see this section of ground.

Is there anything special about it? Why was this the place that this young man met with God? The answer does not lie in the fact that this area drains well, or is a little on the loamy side. It is simply the place that this boy submitted to God's leadership in his life. Forever, this place will be holy, as this was the birthplace of a child of God.

Dry Creek is, and continues to be, the spiritual birthplace of a "host that no man can number."

Blogs and Blog Readers

To date, I subscribe to 240 blogs and blog feeds. I read them every day. It sounds difficult, but it is really easy. I use Newsgator as my aggregator. I have a Newsgator account and use software that logs on to the account, searches for new posts, and then downloads them for me to view in the reader, Netnewswire, at my leisure. It is certainly easier than seeking out each individual website by typing in addresses, or bookmarking them. It's all done painlessly and automatically.

I find reading blogs quite enjoyable. I read pastor's blogs, news and political blogs, music blogs, technology blogs, leadership blogs, Baptist blogs, and blogs of friends and family. It's easy.

Another suggestion for a blog reader if you don't have a Mac (and you really should) is to use Google's reader. In fact any website that includes RSS feeds (Really Simple Syndication) can be picked up by these readers.

If you're having trouble understanding this, think of a magazine subscription. You subscribe to the magazine and you automatically get the latest issues in the mail. These rss readers do the same thing, but do it on the web. It's the fastest way to get updated information. (Assuming, of course, that you want updated information.)

Get a reader and subscribe to this blog. Go ahead, make my day.

Black Friday At One Of My Favorite Places

Our family began the Thanksgiving holidays visiting my wife's parents. We spent one night there and then headed to Dallas, Tx to visit our son, his wife, their dog, her parents and assorted relatives, as well as other folks who showed up. It was a "more is merrier" kind of holiday.

We spent Thanksgiving Day feasting on a very fine meal. For dessert (We were in Dallas!) it was the Cowboys football game. It was hard to get off the perch to do more than visit the restroom and get some more dessert, and get some more dessert, and get some more dessert.

Bright and early on Black Friday -for me, approximately 10:30 am- I visited one of my favorite places. In my way of thinking, it is like entering another world. This store is huge. Out back, vehicles laden with used books, tapes, CD's, and assorted media steadily come and go. This is a store that is constantly changing. Like the old proverb that says you never put your hand twice in the same stream, you will never visit the same bookstore there twice. New arrivals are constantly coming in. Aisles are lined with mobile carts filled with books that are yet to be shelved. They even have a section filled with vinyl records! You know- the way we listened to music at home before tapes, cd's, and mp3's.

There are several bargain areas where I found a few jewels. I found a book on tape for my son- $1! I also found a cassette(!) series of tapes on priorities and time management that still had the shrink wrap on it. I got it for a song. Then there was a stack of CD's that claimed to be "radio serials" for $1! Add to that couple of "best of" cassettes on personal motivation and book about the song "Louie, Louie," and I can honestly say it was Christmas for me. You can have your crowded malls and stampedes at the discount stores. Just drop me off at Half Price books.

I enjoy visiting family and friends in Dallas. They provide a good reason for me to visit what has become my favorite used book store. I'm already looking forward to our next visit.

Quiet browsing among books. What a way to spend Black Friday.