Fairview Baptist Tabernacle
Thursday, June 29, 2017
 
 
Staying Connected
 
 
 
 
 
 
February 21 – February 27
 
 
Scripture Passage: “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”   I Corinthians 13:11
 
Dear Friends,
 
     It is often said that the only difference in a man and a boy is the price of his toys. Others believe that every man is just a little boy in the body of an adult. I remember this passage of Scripture being inscribed on the inside cover of my baby book and I have always been drawn to it. Every boy cannot wait to have facial hair appear on his face. His voice changing is a rite of passage that announces to the world, “I am becoming a man.” He becomes more assertive as the testosterone levels rise, and little girls who one time were an annoyance, become the focus and constant object of attention. Cars and trucks replace tricycles and bicycles. Guns and knives replace sticks and cap-busters. (Some of you do not even know what a cap-buster is.) Recliners replace bean bags and Mylanta replaces the “hard stuff.” You could not wait to grow up, move away and make your own decisions. Now you cannot wait to get home at night and you make someone else decide what you are going to eat. Staying up all night and rebelling against anyone in authority was your badge of independence. Now you can’t stay awake past 9:00 P.M. and your greatest act of rebellion is tearing the “Do Not Remove Tag – Under Penalty of Law” from your new pillow. It is not that you have become less of a man. The truth is you are more of a man than you have ever been. You just have more wisdom and realize because of your life experiences what is truly important.  Oh, and by the way, I sound like a bull-frog when I wake up in the morning, I hate to shave, and that facial hair is growing out of my ears and nose now. 
     As I sit here writing this article today, I have an innate desire to put down my computer and pick up a stick. Instead of riding one of my many modes of transportation, I want to walk through the fields and then up the holler to a spot that is very special to Patty and me. I do not want an expensive meal from a five-star restaurant, I want a Coke, pack of crackers, and a can of Vienna Sausages. I want Patty to be with me and when we get there, I do not want to “make out.” I want to sit on a rock, hold Patty’s hand and listen to the water run over the rocks. We will not have to say anything or do anything,  just being there together will be enough. I get so bored at times with the mundane routines of my life. I can be bored with activities, but sit on that rock for hours and be happy and perfectly content. I cannot work as hard as I one time did, and it takes me longer to accomplish my chores and responsibilities, but I am a blessed man. I have three children, two grand-children, (and a grand-dog) and a beautiful wife. My wants and needs have diminished and it takes less to satisfy me, so my life has become simpler in many ways.
    There are still other things that I believe I will struggle with all my life. I have always had a wandering spirit. Because I get so bored, I have a tendency to look for that “something.” Now some who are reading this will say, “Preacher, Jesus is that something that everyone is looking for.” I agree. Jesus found me a long time ago and has been my constant companion and friend, but this world is not my home. I wasn’t made for here. Some say that I march to the beat of a different drum. I can be in a room full of people and still be alone. I have aspirations for greatness and a deep seated drive for hard work and success, but the disappointment of mediocrity and flawed abilities disappoint and discourage me. I thrive for and desire perfection in everything I do, but live with the evident realization that everything I touch has the potential for failure. My greatest times of joy are those times when I am happy and content with who I am and satisfied with the place God has put me. These are never dependent upon those around me, or even the circumstances I find myself in. They are determined more by my thought process. If I think like a man, then I will accept the responsibility placed before me and allow it to mature me in my walk with the Lord. If I think like a little boy, I will whine, grumble, complain, and even run away when I become bored or afraid. The difference is really what separates the boys from the men.
 
In Christ,
Pastor Johnny