HER CHAIR: “Hi. How are you?” I stood, holding open the door to the bank.
“Oh, I’m okay I suppose. I just came from seeing my foot doctor, and well, I just can’t wait to get home to my chair,” the elderly lady said doing her best to conceal her pain.
A CHAIR: As I reached the car, the words “my chair” were still echoing in my ears. I was reminded of a pastor I once listened to, who used to encourage us to have a chair, where we would sit and have time with God.
THE CHAIR: Then I thought of James Rubart’s book, “The Chair”. A good read about an antiques dealer who is given, what appears to be a simple chair, but he is told it was made by Jesus when he was working in his dad’s carpenter shop. He struggled to believe this, but when things happened to those who sat in it, his acceptance, begin to grow.
Your CHAIR: Do you have one? Do you have a special place where you like to go and sit and spend time with God? Either in his word, or talking with him through prayer, or a place where you just go and absorb God. I hope so.
MY CHAIR: I have a chair, and I value the time I take to sit in God’s presence. Yes, I know, life gets busy, and it takes discipline, or a strong desire to be with God, to take a moment and step off of the hamster wheel. You know the wheel just goes round and round. No matter how hard you try, you get nowhere. Perhaps getting off, and resting with God will get you further down the road of life than you ever could imagine. Sit, invite God into your room, into your life, and see what begins to happen in you.
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After my father passed away, recently, I reflected on his life, and realized there were a lot of gifts, “life lessons” he gave me, but today I want to share the 5 biggest ones.
What do you charge for your LOVE? Is that by the ounce, gallon, hour, or some other form of measurement? Do people, or your family, feel you can’t be bothered? Your friends never ask for a favor, because they know you won’t help for whatever convenient excuse you flip to in your “excuse Rolodex”? LOVE is more than words. It is action. It does. It does whatever it takes. It does, whatever it can, for others.
My favorite part, of Jesus’ death on the cross is this; the very moment he exhaled his last breath the thick, tall, heavy curtain that separated man, from the Holy of Holies was torn from top to bottom. It’s my favorite part, because now, we have direct access to God’s presence.
It happened again. The explosive temper from one I am supposed to love, and I do, but the pain. I left their presence, but I was a “walking wounded”. I kept rewinding the scene and playing it over and over in my mind. Why? This didn’t need to happen. I begin seeking comfort.
Mankind’s first address was inside Garden Grove Estates. God gave Adam and Eve a home there, but they wanted more. They wanted to know what God knew, even though he told them that kind of knowledge wasn’t for them. They disobeyed, and got evicted.
We are gathered here today to pay our respects to Mark Brady. In this grave, six feet below us, lies his body, his flesh. Living by his flesh caused him to hurt a lot of people. Wife, children, friends, sibling, coworkers, and even his mother and father. Being led by his flesh opened the door to enter into a sin, where the result cast him out of the will of God.
A river flows downstream. Life in a boat, doing nothing, on that stream, comes easy, natural. It takes no effort, but to go upstream is another story. The mightier the current, the harder one must paddle, or use external power. You stop for one instance, or turn off the engine, and you begin going back down.
brady, mark a. 