42 Years!

1976, the year I made the most important decision in my life. No it wasn’t done to please anyone. I wasn’t forced into it. I didn’t go unwillingly. In fact truth be told, I did it for reasons at the time I didn’t understand.

1976, I was 16 years old. I was lost and confused. I didn’t have a girlfriend. I was too homely for a girl friend. I didn’t have a lot of friends at the time. I had a few but not as many as you would think. I was an awkward teenager. I was tall and gangling. I was the guy that girls avoided at the prom. “Eww no dancing with him! He’s ugly”

1976, I was invited to church by none other than my sister Nancy. Yes it’s her fault! I started to go and felt something like I had never felt before. Then I met the man that would become my best friend. He would be my best man at my first wedding. He would be the brother that I never had and the friend that was not afraid to smack me upside the head. He was the one that taught me how to play the guitar.

1976, the year that would send me on a collision course with the family that would become my second family.  I was proud to call them Mom and dad. He always seemed to accept it grudgingly but he would smile when I called him Dad.

1976, I came to know the greatest love that had ever lived. I found the one person who would love me for me, scars, warts and all. He willingly died for me. He did not cause he had to but because he wanted to..but..yes there is a but!

1976, I went though all the confirmation classes. I went through it all.  I even got baptized into the United Church of Canada but ya know something. I spoke the words but meant none of it. I said the words but knew I would never go through with them. Some say that it was wrong and it may have been that way but I think that If I had not done it then I would not have had my meeting with the Lord!

1976, So I went through the motions. I played the good Christian like a lot of people do from time to time. I played the roll well but I didn’t play it well enough. Jesus saw straight through me.

1976, Christmas Eve. The day that I let my defenses down. I had a conversation with the Lord. A very pointed conversation. I was convicted and convinced that I was not living the life He wanted me to live! Let me tell you about it.

I was 16 and it was Christmas eve. My mom and step dad had gone down to Niagara Falls and had brought me back this crucifix. So I hung it on my wall, facing my bed and there it hung. I didn’t think another thought about it. So Christmas Eve comes and I am sleeping. I wake up to see this bright light in my bedroom. Some dumb ass was shining his headlights into my room. I looked around and saw a light coming from behind the cross. I thought that was nice of my step dad to put a light behind it. So I went back to sleep.

The light persisted. I sat looking at it in my bed and then my eyes widened as I saw the head move. The head looked down at me and said “Do You Love Me?” I said “Yes Lord?” and the response I got was “Then why do you do the things that you do?”

“I don’t know.” was my only reply.

The response was something I was not expecting. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” was my response. I was shocked. I was a sinner. Even after taking Jesus as my own, I was still the same person I was before. I was still swearing and doing all the bad things that I did before.

I went back to sleep but the light persisted still. I looked at the Cross and the same words came to me. “Do you love Me?”.

“Yes.” I said.

“Then why do you do the things that you do?”

“I don’t know.” was my response.

I went back to sleep. The light persisted. I was getting annoyed. I opened my eyes and looked at the Cross.

“What do you want from me?”

“YOU!” was the response that I got.

I sat there. He wanted me. A broken individual that had no intention of doing the things that I had promised all those months ago. He didn’t want my money or anything else I had. All he wanted was me. I was dumbfounded. No one wanted me. I was a useless human being. I was a liar yet Jesus wanted me. I crumbled.

Christmas eve 1976, I took Jesus as my own and I even though I have fallen off the path and gone different ways into the wilderness, Jesus has always wooed me back to his righteousness.

It’s been 42 years that I have walked with God! I am not the perfect Christian. There is no such creature. Jesus was the only perfect person that walked this earth. He was so perfect that He let Himself be crucified for my and your mistakes!

I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I am “Not Perfect…Just Forgiven!”. I make mistakes everyday. I take His name in vain and He reminds me that I am not to do that. He doesn’t yell rather gently reminds us of who He is!

If you don’t know the Jesus that I know, then maybe it is time that you did. He is free for the taking. He won’t expect you to do anything that you don’t feel comfortable with. Jesus loves you. Just like He loves me. Not cause He has to but because He wants to. We are not worthy of His love or His sacrifice.

None of us are worthy but through the shedding of His blood. Take Him as your own and you will not be disappointed!

 

“Keep Looking UP! His Coming Is Nigh!”

Jesus’ Gang!

I was asked to join a gang…….I gave them this response….

“I am already in a gang….the best gang of all…and my Leader is pretty rad….balls to the wall sort of guy….after all…..He did spread out His arms and died for me!”

 

“Keep Looking Up!! His Coming Is High!”

Politically Correct..I Am Not!

I am not politically correct. I don’t mince words or try to be nice. I am not going to candy coat anything. I call a spade a spade. I don’t like this way of talking that make it seem that you are something that you are not. If you can’t handle being called what you are then you have a problem. I know I am going to upset a few people with this blog.

When I say I am not politically correct I mean just that. I have Indian in me but I am not a Canadian Native…I am Canadian. Jesus was not politically correct. He didn’t put on airs to appease the people. He spoke it like it was.

It seems today that people get “insulted” way to fast. It use to be that calling a man a “WASP” was okay. Now it seems to be an insult. They grumble and groan about it but I bet half of them don’t know what the term means. They will think that it is a racist term when in fact it is not. It actually means “White Anglo Saxon Protestant”.

I am not going to mince words but on the other hand I am not an idiot either. I don’t use racist terms. Never have and never will. The “N” word is not in my vocabulary. I call a black man a black man. I call a man a man and a woman a woman.  I don’t play favorites.

We have to do the same. People don’t like it too bad. Enough with the nonsense and the bull. We walk around on eggshells. We are afraid to say what we think cause we might insult someone. I say enough.

We are called to be like Jesus. We are not called to dumb down stuff. We are not called to cow tow to the masses. We are called to present Jesus Christ. We are called to be plain. No apologies. As I said before, Jesus did not mince words. He told it like it is. He wasn’t playing no “nice” game. He called a sinner a sinner.

As Christians we have a responsibility to do the same. To be like Christ. Not Be like the world.  For we are not of this world.

 

John 15:18-19

“If the world hates you, you know that it has hated Me before it hated you. 19 If you were of the world, the world would love its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, because of this the world hates you.

 

The world hates us Christians cause we are not of this world. We are of another. We are the chosen ones. He chose us out of the world. He chose each and everyone of us because he knew way back then that we would be His. He chose us before we were born.

So what does this all have to do with being politically incorrect. Well simply put..and I will repeat it. ” Jesus was not politically correct. He didn’t put on airs to appease the people. He spoke it like it was.” We are called to be the same.

I have had been asked why I tend to be so direct. Well Jesus was direct. He didn’t say a finger was a heart or a foot was a lung. We are to do the same.

You might disagree with me. You might even say I am wrong. Totally wrong and that is your right. You can call me out and tell me to my face that I am wrong but I have the Manual to back me up.

1 Corinthians 11:1

Be imitators of me, just as I also am of Christ.

We are called to be Like Christ. So Be Like Christ! Now here in lies the problem. We are flawed human beings. We are failures. We are Sinners! But we can still BE CHRIST LIKE! He will guide us and lead us to the path we are meant to be on. So many people say that they want to be Christ like and they give up. They walk away and say this is not for me. Jesus could have done the same thing but He instead chose to do the one thing that could prove His mighty love for us. He let himself be crucified for us. He laid his life down for us. So I ask this:

Are you willing to be like Him. Are you willing to be politically incorrect. If you are willing to die for him, will you live for him too. Be Christ like no matter the consequences.

I offer you Jesus Christ. I offer you the joy of His Salvation to you. I offer you a love like no other. I offer you a life of tribulation that will be a wonderful thing. Jesus is worthy of my praise and worship because I was worthy of His death on the cross. I will be like Him, even in the flawed imperfect way! I willing take on the tribulation of the world cause I am His (even though I am flawed to the hilt)! Will You!

 

“Keep Looking Up! For His Coming Is Nigh!”

 

The Long Road Home

I Just finished the National Geographic Docu-series based on the book “The Long Road Home” written by Martha Raddatz.

First thing I have to say is that it was wonderful. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. So much so that I will have to go read the book now. It brought back the fact that even though these were American soldiers and that battle took place, that it could have been any country in the same situation.

I am a Canadian living in the US and I want to say to those men that fought in that battle, that I thank you for your bravery and your gallantry. You fought a battle that was harrowing and vicious and through it all you showed compassion when the need was given.

To all the countries in the world that fight for the freedom that we so take for granted, Thank You! For my Canadian brothers that are doing the same, Thank You! You fight so  that we don’t have to. You fight so that we can enjoy the freedom that we have, and we as I said before, take for granted.

Martha, if I may call you that, thank you for writing this book. Till I had seen the series, I had not heard of the battle. I was moved to tears at times and cheering at other times. I saw men that were brave and vulnerable at the same time. The kept their heads for the most part and weren’t afraid to show the pain and the suffering that they went through. I applaud you and say again thank you.

To the 1st Cavalry Division, thank you also. Through it all, you took on the enemy, fought with courage and bravery. I have never been in the military. I was not “good enough” due to medical problems. I don’t know what you went through. I don’t think I could have done it. Thank you for your service.

Miss Raddatz, I don’t know how to get a hold of the service men that fought then. I am hoping that you will pass this on to them and offer them my thanks.

To the folks that are reading this, please Thank a Veteran. No matter what war they served and no matter what country. They all deserve our thanks and appreciation. I have two brothers that although they never saw battle, did serve in the military in Canada. My brother Robert “deseased” (Army) and Leyton (Airforce). So say thank you and shake their hand and if they will allow it, a hug.

“Keep Looking up. For His coming is nigh!”