Thursday, July 30, 2009

Does God have goals?

Here’s an arresting thought that came to me at 4:32 a.m.
Does God have goals? Does He (or She) have plans?
I say, sure God does. Human history is God’s plan in action.
You may not have tuned into this blog for theology.
Tune out any time you like. You won’t hurt my feelings.
You may call God by some other name. That’s OK, too.
If we are made in God’s image, He (or She) must have goals.
Why? Because we have goals. And we have plans.
That may not satisfy Logical Positivists but it’s clear to me.
You may be thinking, Jerry’s got a nerve, preaching to me.
I don’t mean to preach but to provoke. To invite you to think.
Does God have a gender? Probably. Both genders.
We, male and female, are made in God’s image. Two genders.
Where does creativity come from? I know where mine does.
And it comes at the most unexpected times. Such as 4:32 a.m.
Don’t shut out those thoughts. Listen to that voice.
It will give you some of your most amazing insights.
If I’ve provoked you to think, great. Send me a comment.
Tell me I’m full of it. Or here’s another way to look at it.
I await your thoughts. Click on ‘comment’ below.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Loosen up a little

I’ve always been a tightly-focused, get-it-done kind of guy.
Then I met Howard Hellams and learned to laugh a little.
Howard and Brenda worked with MacLeod and me years ago.
They held our wedding reception at their home. I got drunk.
Shows what poor judgment you have being young and stupid.
We’ve managed to remain friends anyway.
Says a lot about their tolerance and patience with fools.
Howard wandered out of journalism into advertising.
Journalism’s loss was advertising’s gain.
He once created a campaign for us with the back of his hand.
No fooling. He copied his hand in a copy machine. Headline:
We know your business like the back of your hand
Howard once wrote a campaign for a radio station. It read:
We tried other radio stations but the ferns died
Howard is writing a book about Italy, his new passion. He writes:
Better to die in childbirth than see Italy from a tour bus.
Howard believes tour buses are for the faint of heart.
His deepest wish when he grows up is to become a Viking.
I don’t think he has the professional football team in mind.
At 123 pounds dripping wet, he’ll be a great Viking.
Do you have a Howard in your life? If not, click here.
He will put a smile on your face in 1.2 seconds flat.
If you’re serious about becoming a Viking, click here.