Archive for January, 2016

8!  27!  137!   Hut!   It is NFL playoff season, but I haven’t been watching many games this past weekend.    Moving on sometimes means you unplug the antenna and DVR of life for a day or two and push, pull, and lift a little cardboard.   OK, a lot of cardboard, and furniture, and, you get the idea.

The process of temporary relocation amidst a delayed more permanent moving process requires flexibility.  Flexibility, and a place to store your stuff.    8, 27, and 137 were not signals barked by an NFL quarterback this weekend, but the unit numbers of the incremental storage “barns” we kept renting to make room for what came out of our “hut”.

In what has admittedly felt like an all consuming process of selling a house and buying something for the next era of life, the past many weeks have sadly contained little time or energy for much else.   The quiet moments in between have left me thinking about Jesus’s words about moth and rust, bigger barns, idolatry (more basic than you might have thought), and selling all you have to follow him more freely.   While the process has felt tedious, the end result is a refreshed view of what really matters.

There is a current craze with “Tiny houses” in America and the choice to live more freely with less stuff.   In doing so, people are forced into difficult choices on what few things to take with them to places a fraction the size of a previous abode.

In moving into smaller temporary quarters for a few weeks, Little Frau and I were tasked to make just such choices, albeit with an “undo” button down the road.   We brought a few clothes, a pot and pan or two, and a couple of favorite coffee mugs.

And we brought a small box of old family notes and pictures.   I spent a quiet morning today perusing said box, including reading a letter from 1928, a postcard from 1948, and an old church bulletin from the 1970’s.

It made me grateful for all that we have, and I don’t mean the stuff currently residing in units 8, 27, and 137.   Out “hut” is with one another, and in our hearts.   Ultimately, a heavenly hut is the Devine destination.   You don’t have to spend time hanging out temporarily in a “tiny hut” to figure that out, or, do you?

“Do not love this world nor the things it offers you, for when you love the world, you do not have the love of the Father in you. For the world offers only a craving for physical pleasure, a craving for everything we see, and pride in our achievements and possessions. These are not from the Father, but are from this world.”

‭‭1 John‬ ‭2:15-16‬



Read Full Post »

1984, and beyond

It’s New Years Day, if but for a few minutes more.   It was that year, as well.

New Years Day, 1984, found me spending most of the day alone in my upstairs room back in Shreveport.   I watched the parades.   I watched several bowl games.   Somewhere in between, the Rose Bowl halftime featured music from a new album titled the same: 1984.   And I remember.

I remember enjoying the time alone.   I remember looking forward to the year ahead, and going to college, and leaving home, and so many new uncharted adventures.

Today, I remember very few specific moments of years long since past, but I remember that one as the music played on.

I remember today the things that happened in the days that followed in 1984.   Things I never could have known before.   

The feeling of a sibling being married and gone.

The feeling of watching my parents drive away without me.

The (subsequent) feeling of realizing the Christmas that year was my last with my grandfather.

It’s New Years Day, or at least it still was when I began typing these words.   That day has now come and gone.

It is, however, a new year, still.   I remember, and I anticipate what 2016 may yet become.

And I am thankful.   God is on His throne, and I eagerly await His good calling.


Read Full Post »