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Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Good Soil, Good Crops and Good Lives
The story below is an excerpt from my recently published book, Where's God? Finding Him in the Small Stuff. For more information about the book, please visit my website: www.gregmccollam.com
The month of May is the month of over-turned soil.
The month of May is the month of over-turned soil.
Driving down the road during the month of May, you can't
help but notice how the land around you has changed.
Gone are the old, crumpled, broken stalks of last year's
corn crop. Gone are the early-Spring weeds which had begun to poke their
heads above ground only a month ago. Gone, even, are the leftover leaves
and scattered branches which had fallen during February's snow storms.
In their place is over-turned soil.
In May, farmers prepare their fields for planting. New
seed won't grow among the old remains of last year's crop. New seed needs
new, clean soil for healthy growth. So farmers turn the soil, exposing
the fresh earth while burying the old, worn-out ground underneath.
Also in May, home gardeners spend hours pulling and yanking
weeds from their flower beds to keep those weeds from choking out the tender
growth of their new plants. Those gardeners turn the soil, making room
for the flowering of new life to come.
And in May, homeowners are outside picking up the leaves and
branches from their lawns which left scars behind during the long winter months
when it was just too cold to do anything about them. Homeowners turn the
soil, planting fresh grass seed to heal the wounds of winter.
The month of May reminds me that good seed needs good
soil. And only "over-turned" soil is "good soil" for
seed.
In many ways, the same is true in the life of a Christian. If God is going to plant some
"good seed" in the field or flower bed of your life, He needs to
over-turn some soil. He needs to prepare you for the growth that is to
come.
Like the farmer, God will not throw His "good
seed" over the "old crop" of your life. It will not grow
there. He needs to over-turn some soil.
Like the gardener, God will not throw His good seed into a
flower bed full of weeds. First, He needs to over-turn some soil.
Like the homeowner, God will not throw His good seed among
the fallen leaves and branches of your life. It cannot grow there among
that kind of dead debris. He needs to over-turn some soil.
How does He do it? What are the signs of
"over-turned soil" in your life?
In many ways, "over-turned soil" looks a lot like
"change."
Sometimes, God overturns the soil of your life by changing
something. Maybe He adds something new
to your life...a new job, a new baby, a new friend, a new church, or a new
house.
Sometimes, God may overturn the soil of your life through
loss...the loss of a loved one, the loss of your health for a while, the loss
of a financial nest egg, or the loss of a home.
There are times when over-turned soil looks like a reason to
celebrate. At other times, it looks like a reason for grief and
worry. But, in the midst of both happy and sad circumstances, God is preparing you for His new, good seed. He
is over-turning some soil.
Jesus told a story about good seed and soil in
Matthew, chapter 13....
"A farmer planted seed. As he scattered
the seed, some of it fell on the road, and the birds ate it. Some fell in
the gravel, it sprouted quickly but didn't put down roots, so when the sun came
up it withered just as quickly. Some fell in the weeds; as it came up, it
was strangled by the weeds. Some fell on good soil, and produced a
harvest beyond the farmer's wildest dreams."
The thing is, if God were to ask me, I would say that
I really don't want Him to over-turn that soil in my life.
Do you know why?
Because I do not like change.
If it were up to me, I would prefer to keep things just like
they are.
But God can't just leave "well enough
alone"...because "well enough" is not "good enough"
for Him.
He knows if He does not over-turn some soil in your life, if
He does not bring both happy and sad changes your way, then your faith and
your relationship with Him will not
grow.
It would be like spreading perfectly good seed on
"unprepared" soil. It would
just lie there until it was either washed away by rain or swept away by wind.
It would never take root.
It would never bear fruit.
And that's just it.
God wants His Spirit to take root in your life. He wants you to bear fruit for Him.
So, God plants "good seed" in your life which
allows you to grow into the wonderful crop He wants you to be.
Just remember...before He can do it, He needs to prepare
you. That means He will need to over-turn some soil in your life.
That means, changes are coming. Don't be surprised.
Be ready.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
No One Noticed?
Besides the obvious, there is one thing that keeps nagging at me about what happened in the house of Ariel Castro, the man who kidnapped, abused, and held captive three girls/women for the last ten years.
How is it that NO ONE NOTICED?
I mean, it didn't happen out in the middle of nowhere, where he had the benefit of space between his house and the houses of his neighbors. No, it happened in the middle of a suburb where the closest neighbors' houses were VERY close.
It didn't happen in the house of a recluse who never showed his face in public. Castro was a school bus driver...he was a well-known local musician in the Latin music community...his neighbors saw him out-and-about on regular occasions. In other words, he interacted with lots of people.
How is it that NO ONE NOTICED?
It didn't happen in the house of a man who had no family. He obviously had two brothers who may, or may not, have been involved in Castro's fiendish deeds. But the latest news reports make it seem that they were probably not a part of what went on there.
He had two grown children, a daughter and a son...one of whom was a "good friend" of one of the
girls who was abducted, and the other wrote an "investigative paper" on the case as a student in college.
I suspect he had other, extended family members as well, nieces, nephews, cousins, and the like, some of whom probably lived nearby.
How is it that NO ONE NOTICED?
It didn't happen recently, either. These women had been held against their wills for years...and years...and years. Ten years or more.
In all that time, there wasn't the slightest hint that something bad was going on? Not one muffled scream heard? Not one weird-looking activity in the backyard. Not one suspicion when Castro never allowed anyone through the front door?
How is it that, in all of those years, NO ONE NOTICED?
For now, we have to give them all the benefit of the doubt...the neighbors, the co-workers, the musicians who shared a stage with him, the family...
...maybe Castro was just that diabolical, just that good at covering his tracks. Maybe there really was no hint of what was going on in that house at any time for anyone to pick up on.
Until one neighbor happened to be outside at just the right time, eating his McDonald's, and not only heard and saw something wrong, but ACTED in response to it. And, in the process, finally brought an end to the nightmare in the house on Seymour Street in Cleveland.
We celebrate their rescue, and their rescuer.
We condemn the criminal.
But I think we also have to ask ourselves...
...would I have noticed?
I have a new prayer for today:
"Lord, give me eyes and ears to hear and see evil when it is close to me,
and courage to confront it. Amen."
How is it that NO ONE NOTICED?
I mean, it didn't happen out in the middle of nowhere, where he had the benefit of space between his house and the houses of his neighbors. No, it happened in the middle of a suburb where the closest neighbors' houses were VERY close.
It didn't happen in the house of a recluse who never showed his face in public. Castro was a school bus driver...he was a well-known local musician in the Latin music community...his neighbors saw him out-and-about on regular occasions. In other words, he interacted with lots of people.
How is it that NO ONE NOTICED?
It didn't happen in the house of a man who had no family. He obviously had two brothers who may, or may not, have been involved in Castro's fiendish deeds. But the latest news reports make it seem that they were probably not a part of what went on there.
He had two grown children, a daughter and a son...one of whom was a "good friend" of one of the
girls who was abducted, and the other wrote an "investigative paper" on the case as a student in college.
I suspect he had other, extended family members as well, nieces, nephews, cousins, and the like, some of whom probably lived nearby.
How is it that NO ONE NOTICED?
It didn't happen recently, either. These women had been held against their wills for years...and years...and years. Ten years or more.
In all that time, there wasn't the slightest hint that something bad was going on? Not one muffled scream heard? Not one weird-looking activity in the backyard. Not one suspicion when Castro never allowed anyone through the front door?
How is it that, in all of those years, NO ONE NOTICED?
For now, we have to give them all the benefit of the doubt...the neighbors, the co-workers, the musicians who shared a stage with him, the family...
...maybe Castro was just that diabolical, just that good at covering his tracks. Maybe there really was no hint of what was going on in that house at any time for anyone to pick up on.
Until one neighbor happened to be outside at just the right time, eating his McDonald's, and not only heard and saw something wrong, but ACTED in response to it. And, in the process, finally brought an end to the nightmare in the house on Seymour Street in Cleveland.
We celebrate their rescue, and their rescuer.
We condemn the criminal.
But I think we also have to ask ourselves...
...would I have noticed?
I have a new prayer for today:
"Lord, give me eyes and ears to hear and see evil when it is close to me,
and courage to confront it. Amen."
Friday, May 3, 2013
In Defense of ESPN's Chris Broussard
If you want to know how to "defend your faith" as a Christian against the slings and arrows of an unbelieving world, take notes from Chris Broussard.
Broussard is an ESPN reporter who covers the NBA, and he made a public statement in response to player Jason Collins' "reveal" about being gay, in which Broussard said Collins is living in "open rebellion to God."
Since making that statement, Broussard has been attacked by celebrities and media alike, including the online blog Deadspin.com that carried the headline "Why ESPN's Chris Broussard Came Out as a Bigot" for its story.
In spite of such attacks, Broussard has been articulate and eloquent in defending his faith and his belief in God, and in God's Word, the Bible.
As Christians, we need to rally in support of Chris Broussard and applaud him for his courage in taking on a culture that has moved so far away from Biblical principles and beliefs. What he said, we all may need to say some day...and probably sooner rather than later.
If you would like to listen to an interview of Broussard by a team of radio DJ's who did not agree with his Christian point of view, click on the link below.
Warning! Some of the language used at the end of the interview is R-rated. Please don't be offended...this is the way the world talks today without the Holy Spirit to direct them.
Also, notice how the DJ's keep attacking Broussard, even after the interview is over. This is a spiritual battle and Satan clearly has his legions...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=KS-8YtijSi0#action=share
Broussard is an ESPN reporter who covers the NBA, and he made a public statement in response to player Jason Collins' "reveal" about being gay, in which Broussard said Collins is living in "open rebellion to God."
Since making that statement, Broussard has been attacked by celebrities and media alike, including the online blog Deadspin.com that carried the headline "Why ESPN's Chris Broussard Came Out as a Bigot" for its story.
In spite of such attacks, Broussard has been articulate and eloquent in defending his faith and his belief in God, and in God's Word, the Bible.
As Christians, we need to rally in support of Chris Broussard and applaud him for his courage in taking on a culture that has moved so far away from Biblical principles and beliefs. What he said, we all may need to say some day...and probably sooner rather than later.
If you would like to listen to an interview of Broussard by a team of radio DJ's who did not agree with his Christian point of view, click on the link below.
Warning! Some of the language used at the end of the interview is R-rated. Please don't be offended...this is the way the world talks today without the Holy Spirit to direct them.
Also, notice how the DJ's keep attacking Broussard, even after the interview is over. This is a spiritual battle and Satan clearly has his legions...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=KS-8YtijSi0#action=share
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
A Thanksgiving Story for Mother's Day
The story below is an excerpt from my new book, Where's God? Finding Him in the Small Stuff, which tells about the time I thought I would miss my first Thanksgiving with my Mom...until I decided I just couldn't stay away, and found a way back home. I dedicate it to Ann Lawrence (my Mom's maiden name) and to everyone who has wonderful memories of their own moms as Mother's Day approaches.
It was a cold and stormy night.
For more information about my book, or to hear an audio excerpt from a different story, visit the following website: www.gregmccollam.com Books are available from amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com, or at local bookstores (if the book is out of stock, they can order it for you) in hardback or paperback versions.
It was a cold and stormy night.
A Wednesday
night, to be exact...the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, in 1980.
It was my first
BIG HOLIDAY away from home after graduating from college and I had BIG
PLANS.
Secret plans.
I would drive
all the way to West Virginia from Indianapolis after I finished working at the
Indiana Pacers game that night. I had
rented a car because I didn't trust my 1976 Vega station wagon to make the trip
without breaking down.
I would drive
all night, overnight, so I could be home for Thanksgiving.
No one knew I
was coming. It would be a surprise for
everyone, especially for my Mom.
You see, I had
never missed a Thanksgiving with her.
Not once. In all of my 22 years,
Mom and I had always been together for Thanksgiving.
At first, I had
told myself how silly it was to make the trip at all. I was, after all, a grown man. I had a fulltime job. It was just Thanksgiving. What difference would it make if I didn't get
home that year? So what if I wouldn't
see my Mom, just this once.
There would be
other holidays. There would be other
Thanksgivings.
It was too far
to drive so late at night anyway. I
would be too tired. It might even be
dangerous.
I would be fine
staying at my apartment, by myself.
But, the more I
thought about it, the more homesick I got.
Not that my Mom was a great cook, exactly. I mean, she could cook a good meal, don't get
me wrong. But, for my Mom, cooking was
more of a "hit and miss" proposition.
There were
times when the Thanksgiving turkey just melted in your mouth. But there were other times when the bottoms
of the rolls were burned, or the mashed potatoes were a little stiff, or the
pumpkin pie was still a bit frozen because she hadn't taken the box out of the
freezer early enough to thaw.
You never knew,
from one year to the next, which food would hit the table.
Of course, it
didn't matter. I wasn't going home for
the food. I was going home to be with my
family. I was going home to be with my
Mom.
So, sometime
around midnight on that Wednesday night in 1980, I headed home. It really was a cold and stormy night.
I was fine for
an hour or two. But eventually, there
was no way I could keep my eyes open. I
had to pull over and take a nap.
I slept as well
possible while sitting up behind the steering wheel. That is, until the car got too cold. Freezing, I started the car, turned on the
heat and let it run until the air warmed up again. Then, I turned off the engine and fell back
to sleep.
That pattern
repeated itself more than once that night.
Drive. Stop. Sleep.
Freeze. Run the car. Sleep.
Repeat.
Finally,
sometime around the middle of the morning on Thanksgiving day, I pulled into
the driveway at Mom's house.
She was in the
kitchen when I got there.
She saw me
drive up. It was then that the most
unusual thing happened. Something that I
had not expected.
For some
reason, she did not seem surprised to see me.
She was happy that I made it home, of course, but she did not seem
surprised at all.
It was almost
as if she had expected me to be there.
As I look back
on it now, I think I know why. This was
my home. This was my family. This was where I belonged. This was the only place in the whole world
where I could find a special kind of love...the love of my Mom. Unconditional love.
The kind of
love that says, "I love you just because you are my child."
I think Mom
knew that I could not stay away, because that kind of love is too precious to
miss.
Someday, there
is going to be a great Thanksgiving meal in the presence of Jesus. Actually, in the Bible, it is called a
"wedding supper," but it is basically the same thing.
"Then I heard what sounded like a
great multitude, like the roar of rushing waters and like loud peals of thunder
shouting: 'Hallelujah! For our Lord God Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and be glad and give him
glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has
come and his bride has made herself ready.
Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear'...Then the angel
said to me, 'Write: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of
the Lamb.'" (Revelation 19:6-9)
Do you want to
be invited? You have been already. You were invited the very day that Jesus died
on the cross for you.
If you want to
be there, you do not have to drive for hours and hours on a cold and stormy
night. All you have to do is accept
Jesus as your Savior.
What waits for
you is a wonderful time of precious, unconditional love, because you have
"come home" through faith in Jesus Christ. What waits for you is a love from God that
says, "I love you just because you are my child."
Where else
would you rather be?
For more information about my book, or to hear an audio excerpt from a different story, visit the following website: www.gregmccollam.com Books are available from amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com, or at local bookstores (if the book is out of stock, they can order it for you) in hardback or paperback versions.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Don't Insult My Intelligence!
I just hate it when someone insults my intelligence.
When they try to "pull the wool over my eyes," it just infuriates me.
I mean, I can see with my own two eyes, and I can hear with my own two ears...and I like to think I have a brain in my head.
But, apparently, not everyone agrees.
Take this year's collection of judges on the once-popular TV show, "American Idol." They have insulted my intelligence so often this season that I can no longer watch.
They did it by swooning over singers who were clearly not that good. I think the judges wanted to convince me that these barely-better-than-karaoke-singers were the best talent since Carrie Underwood...or Scotty McCreary...or Barbra...or Frank...because, by doing so, they were defending their decisions to put these singers on the show in the first place.
But they insulted my intelligence.
After all, I have ears.
Or, consider a recent broadcast of "Morning Edition" on the NPR radio network. They aired a "news" story that basically boiled down to this: Many scientific researchers are switching from lab rats to lab mice for their experiments.
That's it.
Seriously.
It insulted my intelligence.
How in the world is a story like that "newsworthy?"
After all, I have a brain.
My children seem to specialize in insulting my intelligence. This was especially so when they were younger. Chores left undone. Curfews not met. Secret comings and goings.
When I would confront them about such issues, they would deny and deflect.
And in the process they were insulting my intelligence.
Because, I have eyes.
My reactions to these insults varied...from avoidance of "American Idol," to disappointment with NPR, to anger with my children.
In each case, however, my response was a negative one.
Which is also a warning to me as a Christian today.
Because, if I'm not careful, I can insult the intelligence of the people around me...especially unbelievers.
As a representative of Christ, they see Him in me.
They hear Him in me.
So if they see me looking at a woman in a lustful way, they see Him doing it. If they see me at a movie I should not be attending, they see Him there. If they see me cheating or stealing, they see Him cheating and stealing.
In the process, I insult their intelligence.
If they hear me gossip behind someone's back, they hear Jesus do it. It they hear me lie, they hear Him do it. If they hear me use God's Name in vain, they hear Him do it.
And I further insult their intelligence.
Because they have eyes, and ears, and brains...and they are basing their image of Jesus on me.
And on you.
When we insult their intelligence, their image of Christ is tarnished...and their response to Him can range from avoidance, to disappointment, to anger.
All negative.
As Christians, we must live in such a way that we stop insulting the intelligence of the people around us...
...and start inviting them instead.
Inviting them to come to Him and know Him as we know Him...
...which will change their lives forever by giving them new life!
When they try to "pull the wool over my eyes," it just infuriates me.
I mean, I can see with my own two eyes, and I can hear with my own two ears...and I like to think I have a brain in my head.
But, apparently, not everyone agrees.
Take this year's collection of judges on the once-popular TV show, "American Idol." They have insulted my intelligence so often this season that I can no longer watch.
They did it by swooning over singers who were clearly not that good. I think the judges wanted to convince me that these barely-better-than-karaoke-singers were the best talent since Carrie Underwood...or Scotty McCreary...or Barbra...or Frank...because, by doing so, they were defending their decisions to put these singers on the show in the first place.
But they insulted my intelligence.
After all, I have ears.
Or, consider a recent broadcast of "Morning Edition" on the NPR radio network. They aired a "news" story that basically boiled down to this: Many scientific researchers are switching from lab rats to lab mice for their experiments.
That's it.
Seriously.
It insulted my intelligence.
How in the world is a story like that "newsworthy?"
After all, I have a brain.
My children seem to specialize in insulting my intelligence. This was especially so when they were younger. Chores left undone. Curfews not met. Secret comings and goings.
When I would confront them about such issues, they would deny and deflect.
And in the process they were insulting my intelligence.
Because, I have eyes.
My reactions to these insults varied...from avoidance of "American Idol," to disappointment with NPR, to anger with my children.
In each case, however, my response was a negative one.
Which is also a warning to me as a Christian today.
Because, if I'm not careful, I can insult the intelligence of the people around me...especially unbelievers.
As a representative of Christ, they see Him in me.
They hear Him in me.
So if they see me looking at a woman in a lustful way, they see Him doing it. If they see me at a movie I should not be attending, they see Him there. If they see me cheating or stealing, they see Him cheating and stealing.
In the process, I insult their intelligence.
If they hear me gossip behind someone's back, they hear Jesus do it. It they hear me lie, they hear Him do it. If they hear me use God's Name in vain, they hear Him do it.
And I further insult their intelligence.
Because they have eyes, and ears, and brains...and they are basing their image of Jesus on me.
And on you.
When we insult their intelligence, their image of Christ is tarnished...and their response to Him can range from avoidance, to disappointment, to anger.
All negative.
As Christians, we must live in such a way that we stop insulting the intelligence of the people around us...
...and start inviting them instead.
Inviting them to come to Him and know Him as we know Him...
...which will change their lives forever by giving them new life!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
From My Devotional Reading
Wanted to share with you an exerpt from my personal devotional readings today...
"This week with its failures and successes has taught me one new lesson. It is this: 'I must give Him away in order to have Him.' That is the law of the spirit world. What one gives one has, what one keeps to oneself one loses.
Do you suppose that through all eternity the price we will need to pay for keeping God will be that we must endlessly be giving Him away?"
-- Frank C. Laubach, June 1, 1930
"This week with its failures and successes has taught me one new lesson. It is this: 'I must give Him away in order to have Him.' That is the law of the spirit world. What one gives one has, what one keeps to oneself one loses.
Do you suppose that through all eternity the price we will need to pay for keeping God will be that we must endlessly be giving Him away?"
-- Frank C. Laubach, June 1, 1930
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