When I travel somewhere, seldom will you ever hear the words come out of my mouth, “Oh gees, I forgot something.” I was never in the Boy Scouts, but my parents taught me well how to be prepared, how to be resourceful, and how to improvise. On one camping trip the truck’s fuel pump went out. Dad poured gas from the boat into a can and climbed above the truck’s engine so he could pour gas manually into the carburetor. He told my mother, “If it runs, step on it and keep it moving.” Something he said later he regretted as it was the scariest ride of his life.
I started three weeks ago packing my suitcase for my upcoming trip to Africa. I want to be prepared, yet pack light. After all, there isn’t going to be a Walgreens on the “corner of happy & healthy” where I can conveniently go. My teammates have started teasing me, and one said, “I will just throw some stuff in a backpack the night before.”
As I stood over the top of my suitcase the other day I began to think about how people prepare for heaven. Are they packing light, or heavy? What do I mean by that you might ask? Well it seems as if there are a lot of people that feel, believe, are convicted in thinking that if they “DO” enough, in the name of God of course, that God will see this, be pleased and let them into heaven. Or if they faithfully follow a set of “RULES”, observe Holy Days and traditions, or be a “GOOD CHRISTIAN” that they will “EARN” the right to enter heaven. The truth is they are over packing. Their suitcase for their journey to heaven becomes heavy, weighted down, hard to bear. Causing many to fall by the wayside, along the road of life to be robbed of their joy, their strength, perhaps their eternal life.
This is one journey where I want to pack light. In fact so light that I don’t pack anything at all. It is so hard for us as “doers” to do nothing. I’m not saying that we should accept Christ into our lives and then just sit back and wait to die, or for the rapture to take place. There is nothing wrong with sharing God’s love to others, and doing what you can for them. Sometimes others need you, your time, or your ear more then they need tangible possessions. The simple truth is; Jesus has already done everything for us that we need in order to enter heaven. All we have to do is accept His death, and resurrection, His FREE gift of salvation, so I end this week by asking you, “What’s in your suitcase?”

My son absolutely hates it when I mention something early in our conversation and then bring it back into the conversation moments later, and say, “Did you see what I did there?” I was sharing this with a coworker and in the span of our conversation he did it to me. We both laughed enthusiastically. I thought it was great and didn’t mind at all.
You ever get tired of doing good? Doing good things for your family, your friends, your coworkers, or your neighbors. Let’s be honest, it can wear you out, especially when no one seems to notice. I know you’re not asking for a parade in your honor celebrating every time you help someone out, but wouldn’t it feel good if someone validated your actions?
“Quick, God I need your helping hand. The last decent person just went down.” This quote is from my daily scripture reading this past week in Psalms chapter 12 verse 1. (“The Message“(MSG) translation by Eugene Peterson.) After I read that verse I paused and wondered, am I a decent person? Also I had the thought, what would cause me to go down? Probably my go to sin. You know it. The one Satan uses most often to trip me up, to pull me away from God. To be honest if my actions today were the only ones used to answer that question then the answer would be, “No!”
She has taken on average 815,731,200 breaths as of today. Every breath has gone in and out of a person that today celebrates her ninety-seventh birthday. Every breath has contributed to a life lived well. She has been there breathing through the good times, the fun times and the hard times. There was a breath taken when her two younger brothers were each born. A breath taken with excitement when her to be husband first kissed her. A breath sighed heavy when her mother passed, when her husband passed and when her first brother passed.
In the video link below you will witness 4 year old Lea taking her first acrobatic flight with her dad. She sits back and enjoys it tremendously, and I don’t know French (I think it is French), but I swear she is begging for more.
I don’t wish for a job,