Month: December 2013

The Possum Chronicles – Christmas Edition


December 22nd, 6:15pm

A host of possums positioned themselves on top of the barn, looking, gazing, hypothesizing about the road.

Look there’s another one! (Havsum)

And another… (Daresum)

What are those lights Grissum? (Jensum)

Don’t know, but they seem to be lining the road. (Grissum)

They are Possum Ghost! (Knowsum) Coming back from the dead because of an improper burial!

What are you talking about? (Havsum)

Well, just a few weeks ago when all our friends, relatives and loved ones died on the road, we let the humans clean them up instead of going out there and dragging them off the road and buryin them proper…  They are up set and now they have come back to search us out, to find us and torment us….  THE END IS HERE! (Knowsum)

Oh please… (Havsum)

What if he’s right…. they could becoming for us… and they would know! (Jensum)

Know what? (Newsum)

That we are playing dead!  They know our secret! (Jensum)

There were more lights appearing… now they lined both sides of the road.

Grissum began to leave the roof…

Where are you going? (Daresum)

I am going to get a closer look. (Grissum)

Well I am going with you…. (Daresum)

You two are crazy! I’m staying right here! (Knowsum)

December 22nd, at 6:49pm

A “flock” of possums pass by Grissum and Daresum, running away from the road… screams, hisses, panic sounds emerge from the group…

Something about…. they’re back… the “spirits of the possums have come to haunt us”….

Grissum and Daresum ignore them and head on toward the road.

December 22nd, 7:03pm.

Grissum and Daresum make it to the road…. they see the lights and walk toward them.

December 22nd at 6:59pm

Jensum, Newsum and Dumsum made it to the road.

Carefully and slowly they crept toward the “lights”

December 22nd at 7:04 and 48 seconds….

A loud shout came comes from behind Jensum, Newsum and Dumsum…

“how did you three get here so quick?” (Daresum)

Startled each swings around, losing their bearings….

many lights are tipped over……..   which in reality… are bags with candles in them.  As the bags were turn over — from the commotion of the trio….  they catch on fire…

Jensum’s – who is still not in control – catches his tail on fire… the pain radiates through his body, he  hops, dances and wiggles trying to put the fire out… 

screams, and hissing

December 22nd at 6:09 PM

Jensum …..

Screaming and hissing loudly ……. hopping and dancing about on the roof.

Newsum grabs Jensum and shakes Him…

“Wake Up… Wake Up!!! Jensum WAKE UP!” (Newsum)

Jensum comes out of his sleep while saying….

“My Tail is on fire!!!!”

Newsum smacks him….

You don’t have a tale! (Newsum)

Memories flood the mind.

Jensum attacks….

Problem… They’re on a roof.

A metal roof…



Two thuds.

December 22nd, 6:15pm

A host of possums positioned themselves on top of the barn, looking, gazing, hypothesizing about the road…..


Rhythms of Christmas


It wasn’t about caesar the ruler of the world

It wasn’t about the whole world

It wasn’t about registering your family

It wasn’t about Quirinius the governor

It wasn’t even about Syria or rome for that matter and what they were doing

it wasn’t about Joseph though he played a major role in the story it still wasn’t about Him or Mary being the supportive cast

It wasn’t about Nazareth, Judea or Bethlehem or King David

it wasn’t about the stable, the animals, the peaces of cloth that were used as a wrapping or the manger that became a bed…

it wasn’t about the innkeeper, an inn or if it was really an in or not…

it wasn’t about what you think or I think about the story and how it happened…

It was about Jesus and Jesus alone.

Caesar, the world, the registration, just tools in the hand of God

Quirinius, the position of Governor, syria, just means to an end in the plan God had laid before time began

Joseph, Mary, Nazareth, Judea, Bethlehem, swatting clothes and a manger only signs that played a role as all signs do of not pointing to themselves but to the one they were designed to point to.

There may have been no room in the INN but God intended for His sons arrival not to be missed or debated….

so it was a birth in a place that was out of the ordinary so the ordinary world would not miss Him

It was a Rhythm, a melody in the song of redemption God himself wrote long ago with parts that when woven together declares Jesus is Here loud and clear.

The Christmas Story Again?


Everyone knows the story

It’s not new to most and it comes up every year this time

But is it old to you?

Or does it mean something to you still?

It’s the Story of God coming to earth as a baby, becoming flesh, God incarnate, to be held in the arms of people who have been in His.

Is there anything new to say about it?  Anything special that hasn’t already been said?  Have we exhausted the topic?  Each year and each year following  will it be the same Ol same Ol?


but maybe the old stories, the repeated stories, the repeated facts are worth repeating.  Maybe they are worth hearing again.

Sometimes I have to work on myself ( and I’m a preacher) with this.  Especially when I am about to preach the Luke 2 passage again this Sunday.   What do I say?  What aspect should be presented?  Isn’t there something new? What would move people to action with the story?  Do they really want to hear this story, this passage again?

But the question should not be what people want instead is should be what do people need to hear?  Do they need to hear this story again?

And the answer is yes….

for it is a significant part of History that changes everything.

Mary’s Rhythm


It was probably an ordinary day for Mary. She was a faithful happy lady, engaged to be married to a faithful and happy man… life was good.  She must have been going about her normal daily task when she had a visitor with a message that changed her life…

and ours.

A message that changed the rhythm of her day and sat in motion all sorts of rhythms for her future…


of rejection

of hiding

of ridicule

of the harshness of travel

of running for safety

of uncertainty

of joy

of wonder

of pondering

of feeling blessed.

Unique Rhythms no one else has ever had

but Rhythms that were set in motion by God as she became one of the major themes in His song of redemption.

Rhythms that we still ponder, sing, read and think about today.

What an awesome thought… to have a visitor sent from God with a message from God.

A message that would not only change her very soul…

but has changed ours as well…

for those of us who still believe.

I’m a Slave of Jesus’


It just dawned on me today what some people think human free will is….

Some seem to think that Free Will means they are the masters of their destiny, their direction in life and have the power to choose who they serve, because they are the masters of their life and what they do…

kind of like a god.

But that is not what free will is biblically.

Free will is the ability to choose right and wrong, Jesus as your Savior or not, and then be responsible for the consequences of your choices. Biblical Free Will never declares a person is their own master because really there are only two masters in life.  Sin and Jesus.

We are all born into slavery when we are born. The bible teaches us we are slaves to sin and it’s will. Hopefully somewhere in our life we come to the realization of that enslavement and accept Jesus as our Savior and new master.  Buying us from sin with the purchase price of His blood we become His slaves to do His will.

Does the Bible teach we are part of His family?

Does it teach that we are sons and daughters of God?

Yes it does

Does it also teach we are His slaves too?

Yes, it does, for at the point of Salvation He becomes our Lord and Master….

and the He is no other than Jesus

King of Kings and Lord of All.