"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands." - Psalm 143:5

Monday, May 31, 2010

Beach Musings - Joy

Joy is the final word I want to share form my beach musings time with God this vacation. It came to me on May 26, the 8th birthday of my daughter Rebecca. Becky came into my life making me the father of seven (well, actually nine…we lost two to miscarriage but that’s another story). Somehow, I knew she was going to be my last child…but not last bundle of joy.

DSC04055Becky had to be turned in her mommy’s womb just prior to birth and she has been doing cartwheels ever since. We share a birth order (I was the baby of my family) and she was the only one of my children born at the same hospital as I was. She has artistic bents and seems to have my ability to make up words and terms that make her laugh and the rest of the world puzzled. Becky reminds me of joy…pure abandonment to joy.

“Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.” Psalms 127:3-5 ESV

My children have taught me more about life than I can begin to express. Their interactions with the world that the Father has created for them reveal a world  sometimes forgotten. Covered with the dust of weariness I lose sight of the sea of imagination and wonder. Cornered by routine and duty I miss the sky of creativity and see plain clouds, instead of creatures of delight.

Our children help us back to to en-JOY-ment, slowing us down to seize upon wonder moments and seeing God in them all. That is part of the reward system the Father has set up for us parents…I thanks Him for it. Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago that I think fits. Blessings!


You step into my
a fledgling finding
their way
without caution
As you go
I wander with you
picking dreams
chasing stars
dusting off
the weary places
with joy
A grown man
reduced to boyness
as you go

Jay Cookingham © 2003
Dedicated to all my kids

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Beach Musings – Bad Sheep

Well, it’s the last day before we head home. Looks like it’s a perfect time for Bad Sheep. The boys are getting a visit form the the Ocracoke Ponies. See ya all when we get back.


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Friday, May 28, 2010

Beach Musings - Carry

(14) And He said, My presence shall go with you, and I will give you rest. (15) And he said to Him, If Your presence does not go with me, do not carry us up from here. Exodus 33:14-15

It is somewhat risky to go into the ocean alone, especially here at Hatteras. The waves can take you in for a wild ride or carry DSC04037far out to sea. So we have a buddy system in place to make sure that people don’t go solo in the ocean waves. That buddy system puts parental units somewhat at ease but I also think it’s a great system for life.

After 40 years of following Father God I have learned this lesson (sometimes the hard way) that the success of the next step depends entirely on Him going with me. That Moses-like attitude has been and continues to be my response to His invitation and promise. Here are the same two verses in the Message Bible. I like it’s bluntness expression.

GOD said, “My presence will go with you. I'll see the journey to the end.”
Moses said, “If your presence doesn't take the lead here, call this trip off right now.”

That’s where I am in my life right now…I need Him to take the lead daily or lets’ call the whole leg of this journey off right now. It is not worth it to try to find shortcuts or easier pathways, the cost is too great. When He goes with me His presence carries me, sustains me and identifies me as one of His kids.

We have another saying here…”Never turn your back on the ocean.” If you do you might just get hit by a big wave and have the summer vacation knocked right out of you! The connecting thought here is if He’s not coming with me…perhaps my back has changed positions. No, I need to face Him, constantly looking into His eyes for the way to follow.

That way, I know He’s coming “with” me…



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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Beach Musings - Substance

“Now faith is the substance (Greek = support) of things hoped (Greek = expect) for, the evidence (Greek = conviction) of things (Greek = deeds) not seen.” Hebrews 11:1

Lots of thing wash up on the beach (like me in a prior post, Return post) sometimes they are recognizable and sometimes…not so much (Steadfast post).

2008 116Faith seems like that sometimes, circumstances wash up on the shore of our lives and test what we believe about God’s goodness. For me, it’s a hurt ankle. My injury is teaching me about stepping out in faith. You see, I really don’t trust  my next step. I wonder if I’m going to lose my balance and tumble down the steps (and there are a lot of steps in this house) or fall flat on my face on the beach.

With all the limping and gimping the grace has gone out of my walk. Visions of Walter Brennan come easilybrennan to mind…I’m not having any fun with the comparison. So, my substance, and my support is shaken because of the injury and though I know I will heal…those stairs vex and challenge me. I hope that it won’t hinder the enjoyment of the last few days of my vacation but the evidence of barely walking fights against  it.

Yet, my right leg is compensating for the weakness of the other, trying to counter balance and keep me upright. I begin to see the spiritual parallels to my journey with the Lord. How there are times I’m barely limping forward yet the Father is there supporting my walk with “deeds” unseen. My faith is not dependant on my steadiness or balance…its dependent on who I believe in.

faith“Faith isn't the ability to believe long and far into the misty future. It's simply taking God at His Word and taking the next step.” - Joni Erickson Tada

Spiritually gimpy or walking in a place of strength, I want to believe His word. That’s the substance…the support I need to keep upright.


Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Beach Musings - Return


“If you examined a hundred people who had lost their faith in Christianity, I wonder how many of them would turn out to have reasoned out of it by honest argument? Do not most people simply drift away?” - C.S. Lewis

“For this reason we must pay much closer attention to what we have heard, so that we do not drift away from it.” Hebrews 2:1

Yesterday was a difficult day for me. Somewhere in the middle of a beach sport (football, soccer, Frisbee or kickball) I got injured. I think it’s a high ankle sprain like many pro athletes get so I feel like I’m in pretty good company…except for their paycheck and personal training staff, which are quite different from mine.
Thus endeth the comparison.

The injury limited my early AM beach walking (which I love) and my participation in more beach sports. However, that was not the difficult part…

I couldn’t hear the Father.

The fallout from a (hinted at in a prior post) extended family dinner time fiasco had injured my heart (more than I realized). Suffice to say, it was my own fault, I let it creep in, I drifted.

Here at the ocean in Hatteras, it’s easy to drift out to sea if you’re not paying attention. It happened to me the first time I came here with my wife Christine. I was catching waves and got caught in a rip current that carried me far from the shore. When I realized how faraway I was (surfers were in front of me, usually not a good sign) I started swimming in. Meanwhile my wife was on the beach wondering if she was going to become a young widow watching me disappear into the horizon. Here’s the problem…if you swim INTO a rip current your will never make it back to shore; it will continue to pull you out no matter how strong of a swimmer you are (unless you’re Aquaman). You have to swim aquamanparallel to the shoreline until you swim out of the current, then you’ll able to swim in. Or in my case, wash up like a skinny beached whale.

My ankle and shoulder are hurting (yep, same beach sport) but I think my heart is on the mend. I needed to swim out of the current of self-pity and ride the waves of His love…returning safely to shore. You don’t need an ocean to drift; choices can do that just as easily. Instead of believing the worse, I needed to believe things that I have heard the Father say about me. Those words help me return to the shore and not in
a washed-up fashion.

Return is a good word.


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Monday, May 24, 2010

Beach Musings - Place

“The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; yea, I have a beautiful inheritance.” Psalm 16:6

748px-CapeHatterasNationalSeashore I think of this place, this small piece of heaven on earth, with great fondness. The island is a skinny sliver of land sticking out in the Atlantic, probably only 3 miles wide at its widest point. Yet it is a wild expanse of beauty and to me it is one of the largest smallest places I know. Hurricane after hurricane has shaped this place (we’ve been chased off the Island by one). With nicknames like “Graveyard of the Atlantic” and “Torpedo Junction” history has left its mark as well. For me however, it’s been a much different historical place.

Hatteras is the place where my oldest son Josh (now 21) took his first steps. This and many birthday and anniversary celebrations not noted in world or even Hatteras history but recorded in Cookingham lore has shaped us all. In this place there are some unpleasant memories as well, some even on this trip, where relational moments seem as rough as the ocean at times. Here we must learn to ride the waves with courage and faith.

Whatteras2008 014hat is “place” then? I think it is a combination of stages, events and relational moments. It’s seeing where God has you and where you’ve been. A mixture of dreams, hopes and desires set to the rhythm of life…His life through us.

My lines…my life, has fallen in pleasant places…that is an awesome place.



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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Beach Musings - Steadfast

cartoon-jellyfish For the past two days our beach was under attack…well, it seemed that way. Thousands of baby jellyfish (harmless in baby form apparently) washed up on shore. At first we had no clue of what they were (never seen it in 20 years of coming here) and that fueled speculation of a chemical spill to alien invasions. A local marine biologist put those theories to rest and reminded us to relax and let the tides do their job.

The dying horde made the beach smelly, a bit slimly, (picture Jello on hot sand) and cautious parents uneasy about allowing swimming in the big blue. We would wait a day, for we know that the tides would eventually clean the shoreline. The tides are steadfast…predictable and they change the beach throughout the day.

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23

I need the tide of God’s love washing over me, the daily purposeful expression of delight cleansing me. His mercies…leave me speechless. Facing a merciful, loving God first thing in the morning is a wonderful way to start the day.

Here at Hatteras the tides are steady, the shoreline is not. The tides change their look, sometimes drastically. I know the Father’s love is changing me for my good and the good of my family. The constant outpouring of His love is a relentless tide of commitment towards us. This steadfastness has true staying power, the “I am with you always” type.

That’s a word of security…one I need.



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Friday, May 21, 2010

Beach Musings - Grace

“But you, brothers, do not be weary (lose heart) in well doing (live virtuously).”  2 Thessalonians 3:13

Hmmm, does that mean even on vacation? Surely, God wants our time off to be restful and without conflict…right? After the past two days here, I don’t think so. It just may be that His thoughts about “rest” may not line up completely with mine, which is not surprising.

Rather then spend time describing the details of extended family struggles I will note this. Reconciliation is hard work and requires a whole bunch of “well DSCF2076doing”. If you lose heart in the middle of it you will miss the next part.

Being completely surprised by grace.

Grace is a powerful agent; it breathes life into difficult circumstances. It allows room and space for understanding and forgiveness to enter. That begins the road to restoration, and giving us opportunity to travel together on it.

“And God is able to make all grace abound toward you, that in everything, always having all self-sufficiency, you may abound to every good work.”
2 Corinthians 9:8

Even on vacation, that’s a good word.

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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Beach Musings - Plus

HatterasBeach Every morning I ask Father to speak to me the word for today…through that exploration I discover more about His heart towards me. I hope and pray they speak to you.

“Don't grow up too quickly, lest you forget how much you love the beach.”  - Michelle Held

Let Your hand be on the Man of Your right hand, on the Son of man whom You have made strong for Yourself. Psalm 80:17

The word for the day: PLUSplus_sign_tshirt

Took an early morning walk with Dan (my 12-year old son), a cool, windy beach greeted us. Dan is nearly as tall as I am now; when summer is over, “Nearly” is a word I will not use in describing his height in comparison to me. He is changing right before my eyes.

The beach and the ocean of Hatteras remind me of change. For the 20 (plus years) I have been coming to this majestic place I have seen many changes. The Island has changed, the dunes have changes, the people have changed…I have changed. I first came as a young husband, barely recognizable as a man, and morphed into a 54-year-old father of seven. How did that happen?

I’m guessing it has something to do with the word “plus”…that’s the word the Father gave me this morning. I am not exactly sure what it means for me yet but it reminds me of another description for this place. Its the word…discovery…that’s the fun part. The Scripture in Psalms 80 reads this way in the CEV translation (Contemporary English Version).

“But help the one who sits at your right side, the one you raised to be your own.”

He has raised me to be His own…that’s the powerful change that has made my life what it is…blessed. My life “plus” His has relationally changed me forever.

That’s is a good word.


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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Bad Sheep on Vacation

Hey everybody…it’s BAD SHEEP time…vacation is off to a fine start. God is speaking and I’m listening (which is good). I’m going to try to post what I’m learning soon. God Bless!

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Thursday, May 13, 2010

God, hushpuppies and a Apple Ugly

That day Jesus went out of the house and was sitting by the sea. And large crowds gathered to Him, so He got into a boat and sat down, and the whole crowd was standing on the beach. And He spoke many things to them... - Matthew 13:1-2

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.                                               - Rainer Maria Rilke

FriscoPier_Main Sometime (O-dark thirty) on Saturday morning my family will be leaving for a two-week sojourn to Cape Hatteras, NC. As we settle in my wife’s parent’s beach house after a twelve-hour drive we will be at our favorite place on the planet. Soon afterwards the unwinding will start and the ocean breeze will start to slough off the remains of the day.

The smell of salt in the air, the warmth on our skin and the seafood…all contribute to the beach bum hush puppiesmentality that we readily adapt to. I can wait to savor hushpuppies and my first Apple Ugly (Think Apple Fritter on steroids) in apple-ugly-so-yummyover two years. Yet, I yearn for something much deeper than those Hatteras treats.

And He spoke many things to them...

The Father uses the ocean to speak to me and that is what I’m really Cape_Hatteras_Lighthouse_098going for. I enjoy all that other stuff but I long for a special connection to God that happens when I am by the sea.

The ocean waves have this effect on me and I feel cleansed and renewed. The wind is strong at Hatteras and some days it whips the sand up furiously, sandblasting you in the process. Even then, there is something spiritual happening and the metaphor of gunk stripping away becomes all too real.

friscobeachI’m not sure of how much attention my blog will get during these next two weeks but my heart will be getting plenty.

In and for Him,



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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Bad Sheep Time – A Visitor Comes

Cape%20Hatteras%20LighthouseWell, it’s late at night…I’m tired form designing book covers and I can’t think of a blog post that would make sense at the moment.

Maybe because Hatteras NC is calling me…
(3 days away). Anyways…it’s time again for BAD SHEEP!

God Bless ya! Jay

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Clothes Do Make The Man (or The Woman)

Today my post has been graciously hosted by Mari-Anna Frangén Stålnacke who authors the wonderful FLOWING FAITH. Ponderings of an Almond Tree in Bloom Blog. Make sure you visit her blog (and not because my post is there), I think you’ll be blessed by her insight and faith in God! Thanks Mari-Anna!

clothes-line Clothes Do Make The Man (or the woman)

For years there has been a conspiracy of epic proportions in my house. Disguised as cute kids, an underground organization dedicated to rendering my wardrobe useless has infiltrated my closet and plundered my clothes drawers. Now daily I find myself outfit impaired and “garmently” challenged. I would sue for emotional damages, but they are my kids after all. Take my socks for instance, (whoops, poor choice of words); with five boys active in this underground, all who have socks of their own by the way, my socks never seem to remain in my drawer. I do find them on the floor but that’s another subversive movement I’m investigating.


Tuesday, May 11, 2010


plr-price-tag In my blog I try to expose, reveal and show sides of my life that lets you in on who I am. I do this through stories about my family, struggles with being a dad, husband and brother.
I showcase my "talents" with the hope that you get a multi-faceted picture of my life...yep, even BAD SHEEP is an attempt to that end.

I've shared poetry before but I'm a little shy about it, I don't consider myself a poet but rather a person who writes poetry. I write poetry, in spurts mostly, because it's a way I connect to the Father. It's like a personal psalm…that's why it's a little private to me.

Some of you are excellent poets, wonderful wordsmiths and I tip my beret to you (hear my fingers snapping?). I offer this this as a psalm of worship today to a Father who loves us deeply. He's drawing us back to the heart of worship every moment of every day. He has made us priceless.



I walk across a bridge of sighs
It seems a joyless journey
Faith in past stories
produces a gift of change
Like antique jewelry
with future value
I am adorned, crowned
I cross again
Laying it all down
at the feet of the One
Who made me


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Monday, May 10, 2010

Bad Sheep Time

I felt a little ragged this morning so I wrote another edition of Bad Sheep to cheer me up. Remember, I write these for my own entertainment hoping that you get a small chuckle as well. So. let’s see what these bad boys are up to today…Peace, Jay

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Friday, May 7, 2010

Honoring Mom

DSC03144 Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that fears the Lord, she shall be praised. Proverbs 31:30

I have touched on my life growing up in an abusive home (See a Nearby God) the rather sad part is that I never was allowed to get close to my mom. All through my life God has supplied "substitute dads” for me, helping me heal from the wound of fatherlessness. I’ve also have had wonderful spiritual moms who have filled that void in my life but the best gift has been my wife.

It is her example of “Momness” to my children that has healed that picture the most. Being a mom to seven is not an east task, my wife has filled that calling with grace and beauty…it has been a joy to watch. I’m a better father because of her example of sacrifice and care and our children are blessed.

The following is from a Mother-Son Banquet that my wife and I spoke at for a local church in our community last summer. My wife addressed the mothers and I got to challenge the young men and boys (and even some men). It was a blast to minister with my wife in such a setting but it was also a bit bittersweet.
I was wishing my mom was there…she passed away the same week my first child was born (21 yrs ago). If fact, I went to her wake the same day Josh was born…that was a strange day indeed. I say all that as a reminder that time is short. To encourage all to take the time to honor your mom this Sunday…maybe even before….and after…how about always?

To any and all Moms…Happy Mother’s Day!


You know, moms teach you all kinds of great things.

Things Mom Taught Me

  • My Mother taught me about ANTICIPATION... the importance of waiting

All she would have to say is …"Just wait until your father gets home."

  • My Mother taught me HUMOR... when I would mow the lawn in my sandals

"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."

  • My Mother taught me about my ROOTS...you know, where I came from

“Jay, close that door, do you think you were born in a barn?"

Yep, Moms are great, they teach, they guide, they love us, but what do they deserve in return? That’s what I want to share with you today. It’s the word…honor.

Honor is a great word, it means respect, admiration and to me its means love.

Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. Honor your father and mother (which is the first commandment with a promise), So that it may be well with you, and that you may live long on the earth. Ephesians 6:1-3

It’s a commandment but it’s also a call to a deeper relationship.

When a son shows honor towards his mom it is one of the greatest acts of love he can show. Honor is much more than obedience; it’s realizing who your mom is and who created her. We honor the position (mom) because of the person (insert your mom’s name here) and receive a promise (long life that goes well).

I have a secret for you today….Your mom is God’s daughter! Believe it or not she is not just a cook, a taxi driver, a shoulder to cry on or someone who cleans your clothes. She is a princess in the Kingdom of God. WOW!

How can we show honor? Here are three ways.

  • Love your mom unconditionally.

Telling your mom you love her, showing your mom you love her and telling others about the great mom you have. All speak loudly of your honor for her.

  • Listen to your mother.

I’m not talking about obedience; I’m talking about taking the time to listen to your mom and what is on her mind. What she may be feeling or worried about. Everyone needs to know their family loves them enough to hear them out.

  • Praying for your mother.

This is huge! Pray for health, pray for her walk with Jesus. Pray for her marriage. Pray for her friendships. Tell her that you’re praying for her, it’ll be a blessing.

It’s because of relationship that we honor, because we love, because we cherish the person behind the position. Its appreciation mixed with love and respect…that helps us be obedient. The promise is a long life, how long I can’t tell you. This I can tell you, that life will be blessed, your relationship with your mom will be blessed (and your Dad by the way).

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Late Night Wacky Wednesday

It's just one of those days when being serious is such a drag and I feel like letting my more playful side out of the box. Sometimes I just have the strangest thoughts...and so do other family members…like Becky (My seven
yr-old daughter) , who will start off the parade of wackiness!



A New Beckyism:

"Hey Mom, you're like a cow, you have gutters!" funny_cow





Now back to me, I was thinking...
(yes, I actually was)

wolfman-old1Remember that old song Dancing in the moonlight by King Harvest? Loved that song...but I was thinking that would be really dangerous if Lon Chaney (aka, The Wolfman) was around. 




Mickey and Goofy wear pants but how come Donald has a wardrobe malfunction?




If you mix Klingons with your Twitter status do you get Status Klingons?




Try saying Twitter and Tweets in a conservation
with someone who has no clue what you're talking about...bet you can't keep a straight face.
I know I can't.

Have a great night…Blessings,

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The Small Things of God

This post is part of Bridget Chumbley’s Blog Carnival on joy. Head on over and read some great posts on Joy!

 Sandgr_Nam-Mprf1-Etosha-wGod puts mirrors of fatherhood throughout all his creation. They are the small, still reminders of His model for our lives. Did you know that a father Namaqua Sandgrouse of Africa's Kalahari Desert flies as far as 50 miles a day in order to soak himself in water? Afterwards he returns to his nest, where his chicks can drink from his feathers. Now, after one of our family major water gun fights, I seriously doubt my kids would want to drink anything dripping off of me! In small acts of kindness towards His children, the Father speaks eternal worth into our hearts. Like the example of the African grouse, the lengths He will go to prove His care for us astounds me.

On one summer vacation in North Carolina, my daughter was swimming in the surf and lost a favorite bracelet. After searching for quite a while and coming up empty handed, she was devastated. We talked about God’s love for her, even in the small things. We prayed for a right attitude and for the lost bracelet. Together we left the beach for lunch and left the bracelet in God’s hands. Later that day we went for a beach walk and as my daughter was looking for shells; I went to put my feet in the water. As I entered the waves, guess what rolled up between my feet? I picked up the once lost but now found treasure and called to my daughter. Imagine the joy of a “little thing” being place back into the care of her hands. She learned an invaluable lesson about the small things of God and will never forget it.

Throughout the scriptures the Father uses many “small things” to speak to us. In the one small smooth stone that dropped Goliath (who said rock music was bad?) he speaks of protection in standing against unrighteousness. He speaks of provision and faith in the handful of meal and a jar of oil that carried a widow and her son through years of famine With five barley loaves and a couple of small fish that fed a multitude the Father speaks of the abundance He has for us.

From super large SUVs to super sized fast food; (hmm, I wonder which one delivers better “gas” mileage?) the notion today is that bigger is better. All the while God leans towards the small things to explain His Kingdom to us.

“The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and sowed in his field; [32] and this is smaller than all other seeds; but when it is full grown, it is larger than the garden plants, and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and nest in its branches."
Matthew 13:31-32

From a small town called Bethlehem, God announced freedom from sin was at hand. To a small man (Zacchaeus) sitting in a tree, He shows salvation comes to us personally. The Father causes us to live large on small things. His focus is so much finer than ours, His concern over details dwarfs our own. You belong to Him; His care for you is precise, to the point, and always on target. In the finding of a child’s lost treasure or the many examples of His care, let us not ever underestimate the power of the small things of God.

True joy is found in them all.

Peace and Blessings,


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Monday, May 3, 2010

Woolite Tithing – Bad Sheep

"So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity; for God loves a cheerful giver" 2 Corinthians 9:7

This cartoon is a warm up for Bridget Chumbley’s Blog Carnival on JOY. You may notice that my Bad Sheep have names now and hopefully they'll give you a a few chuckles and inspire some great posts on joy.

Bless ya!

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Sunday, May 2, 2010

Please Sir, I want some More

story “You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.”  - Yogi Berra

Sometimes I feel like I’m dieting, it’s a sort of spiritual slim-fast type of thing. The strange thing about this diet is that every morning I am presented with a fabulous banquet before me. Still, I’m on this diet. Now this banquet has all my favorites, every one of them. Not only does it have all my favorites, it also has everything I need for growth, and my spiritual health. However, I’ve somehow convinced myself that I only need a nibble of this spread every morning, that I can sustain myself on this diet.

You see, everyday the Father prepares a table before me (and in the presence of my enemies), full of all I need. Mercy, grace, salvation, healing, restoration, and so much more. Every portion is full, piping hot and never runs out!

Oh how He wants us to feast, to take every full plate and finish. To take bread, wipe the plate clean and ask for more. It’s a banquet, meant for feasting, not a table for nibbling and pushing the full plate away. Trying to grab a handful to take with us as we hurry on our way just won’t do either. For the Father says it’s time to sit down at His table, lingering to take in His nourishment, all of it. The feast is not about getting, it’s about receiving, sharing and communion, making the most of the time spent with Father. It’s a place of honor and a place to honor, a place to be served and a place to serve.

Our place at the table is reserved; let us feast on the richness of His presence. No diet, no nibbling, and no grabbing something on the run. Let’s linger and and feast at His table.

“Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.”  Matthew 5:1-8