Archive for May, 2014

The Hiker

May 30th, 2014

A few years ago I wrote about a story that I kept in my Daytimer when I was in college. Earlier this week I found another that I carried with me and read quite often. I had forgotten about this story of The Hiker. This is from on the On The Anvil, by Max Lucado.  Enjoy….

 

 

In the barren prairie, the hiker huddles down. The cold northerly sleeps over him, stinging his face and numbing his fingers. The whistle of the wind is deafening. The hiker hugs his knees to his chest, yearning for warm.

He doesn’t move. The sky is orange with dirt. His teeth are grainy, his eyes sooty. He thinks of quitting. Going home. Home to the mountains.

“Ahh, the mountains.”  The spirit that moved him in the mountains seems so far away.  For a moment, his mind wanders back to his homeland.  Green country.  Mountain trails. Fresh  water. Hikers hiking on well marked trails. No surprises, few fears, rich companionship.

One day, while on a brisk hike, he had stopped to look out from the mountains across the neighboring desert. He felt strangely pulled to the sweeping barrenness that lay before him.  The next day he paused again. And the next, and the next.  “Shouldn’t someone go there? Shouldn’t someone try to take life to the desert?” Slowly the flicker in his heart became a flame.

Many agreed that someone should go, but no one volunteered.

Uncharted land, fearful storms, loneliness.

But the hiker spurred by the enthusiasm of others, determined to go.  After careful preparation, he set out, alone. With the cheers of his friends behind him, he descended the grassy highlands and entered the desolate wilderness.

The first few days his steps were springy and his eye was keen. He yearned to do his part to bring life to the desert.  Then came the heat.  The scorpions.  The monotony. The snakes. Slowly, the fire diminished and now… the storms.  The endless roar of the wind. The relentless, cursed cold.

“I don’t know how much more I can take.” Weary and beaten, the hiker considers going back.

“At least I got this far.”  Knees tucked under him, head bowed, almost touching the ground. “Will it ever stop?”

Grimly, he laughs at the irony of the situation. “Some hiker. Too tired to go on, yet too ashamed to go home.”  Deep, deep is the struggle. No longer can he hear the voices of friends.  Long gone is the romance of the mission.  No longer does he float on the fancifulness of a dream.

“Maybe someone else should do this,  I’m too young, too inexperienced.”  The winds of discouragement and fear whip at his fire, exhausting what is left of the flame.  But the coals remain, hidden and hot.

The hiker, now almost the storm’s victim, looks one last time at the fire. Is there any greater challenge than that of stirring a spirit while in the clutches of defeat?  Yearning and clawing, the temptation to quit it gradually overcome by the urge to go on.  Blowing on the coals, the hiker once again hears the call of the desert.  Though faint, the call is clear.

With all the strength he can summon, the hiker rises to his feet, bows his head, and takes his first step into the wind.

Work work work

May 28th, 2014

I found a quote last night while going through some old files. Actually I found a lot of stuff when I went through these files, and I will be sharing some of it over the next several days.

But I thought this is a pretty good quote to help as we start heading towards the weekend.

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else . -James M. Barrie

There’s so much meat there that I could probably write all day. I think all of us have days when work is really work because we would rather be doing something else. What struck me as interesting when I reread this quote was the possibility of finding something that we always want to be doing even when were sitting with work that we don’t want to do. And surprisingly the common denominator for me was that almost all work involves being with people, the the utmost creation of the Creator. So if you find yourself with work that really feels like work spend a few moments investing the people around you and see if that changes the way you think about the day.

Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing. (1 Thessalonians 5:11 NIV)

My Seat

May 28th, 2014

I walked into the office today and there was someone else at my desk, using my monitor, sitting in my chair.  I felt a little bit like one of the three bears.  Man, what was I going to do.

Well, since my office treats cubes like church pews, all I could do was to go find another place to set up for the day.  And as I looked for another place, my mind drifted over to this little verse and I realized that even though that was MY seat (wink wink), I could use this as a small bit of practice for living this way on more important issues.

Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.   Philippians 2:3  (ESV)

Give up your seat today, and put others in front of you!

One thing

May 27th, 2014

I have one thing on my mind this morning, and it lies right here…

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3:13, 14 NIV)

Will you move forward towards the goal with me?

Corndogs Anyone?

May 22nd, 2014

I have waited for this day for a while, and I almost forgot it when it arrived. It’s May 22 and that means….

 

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So lets follow the example of Joseph’s brothers during the famine and load up!

And they laded their asses with the corn, and departed thence. Genesis 42:26 (KJV)

Have a great day!