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Weathering the Storm

 But now I urge you to keep up your courage, because not one of you will be lost; only the ship will be destroyed.
Acts 27:22 (NIV)

Living in the midwest you soon learn that some rather nasty storms can pop up at a moment’s notice. This past summer Wendy and I were witness to a small handful of storms that did considerable damage. It’s always disconcerting to survey the aftermath and find one house almost completely obliterated while the house next door appears to have no damage at all.

I thought of those storm and the damage we witnessed as I read today’s chapter. Paul is in the custody of a Roman centurion making his way to Rome where he is to be tried in Caesar’s court. A terrible storm comes up threatening the lives of everyone on board the ship. Throughout the ordeal, Paul continues to assure the passengers that they will be okay. He urges them to keep up their courage and their physical health. Paul had received an angelic message assuring him that God’s purpose was that Paul stand before the Emperor, not die at sea.

I couldn’t help but contrast the experiences of Paul with another famous sea-faring voyager, Jonah. In Jonah’s case, he was on the run and trying to escape his destiny. His reactions and responses amidst the storm are a stark contrast to Paul.

This morning in the quiet I’m reminded of Jesus’ words: “[Your Heavenly Father] sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.” In other words, I can’t escape the storms of life. They will crop up when I least expect them and everyone has to weather them from time to time. The difference between Paul and Jonah, was in their purposes. Paul was sailing with purpose. He was on a mission, and he was confident that the storm was not going to alter his date with destiny. Jonah, on the other hand, was running away from God’s expressed purpose for him.

I can’t stop the storms of life from raging, but the purpose with which I’m walking this Life Journey can make all the difference in how I weather them.

An Archaeological Dig of My Bible

As I was studying this morning, I realized that I had a lot of crap in my Bible. So, I decided to a little archaeological dig to find out just what stuff I had in there.

Here’s an inventory:

Lighting plot (probably "Cheaper by the Dozen") c. 2008
Church Bulletin (Feb 27, 2011)
Ticket Master receipt for 4 tickets to unknown event
Handout for sermon I delivered at Westview Church c. 2005
Church message schedule c. 2009
Handmade Valentines card from Madison c. 2006
Post-it note from work with random scribble

(not pictured)

  • my business card
  • homemade “Planes of WWII” bookmark
  • 3×5 card with memory verses
  • Scrap of paper with encouraging verses written out
  • Father’s Day note left on my desk by Madison
  • “I love you daddy” on a post-it note from Taylor
  • Birthday note from Madison
  • A poem written by Taylor (around the age of ten):

    Bed Time Tales
    By: Taylor Vander Well

    At night I jump in bed.
    My daddy reads to me as I rest my head.

    Tales of a land in another day,
    are the stories that he tells as I drift away.

    Stories of creatures with special features.
    Slaying dragons and Bilbo Baggins.

    Now I fall asleep,
    and my dreams of this I keep.
    For tomorrow lies another day,
    of new adventures far away.

It’s National Cowboy Poetry Week!

Christmas the Cowboy Way
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Strange, but true. In honor of National Cowboy Poetry week, here’s one of my favorites from www.cowboypoetry.com.

When Bob Got Throwed

That time when Bob got throwed
I thought I sure would bust.
I like to died a-laffin’
To see him chewin’ dust.

He crawled on that Andy bronc
And hit him with a quirt.
The next thing that he knew
He was wallowin’ in the dirt.

Yes, it might a-killed him,
I heard the old ground pop;
But to see if he was injured
You bet I didn’t stop.

I just rolled on the ground
And began to kick and yell;
It like to tickled me to death
To see how hard he fell.

‘Twarn’t more than a week ago
That I myself got throwed,
(But ’twas from a meaner horse
Than old Bob ever rode).

D’you reckon Bob looked sad and said,
“I hope that you ain’t hurt!”
Naw! He just laffed and laffed and laffed
To see me chewin’ dirt.

I’ve been prayin’ ever since
For his horse to turn his pack;
And when he done it, I’d a laffed
If it had broke his back.

So I was still a-howlin’
When Bob, he got up lame;
He seen his horse had run clean off
And so for me he came.

He first chucked sand into my eyes,
With a rock he rubbed my head,
Then he twisted both my arms,—
“Now go fetch that horse,” he said.

So I went and fetched him back,
But I was feelin’ good all day;
For I sure enough do love to see
A feller get throwed that way.

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