Tuesday, June 24, 2008

June 24, 2008

Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)


I'm still meeting with our Belvidere Brewers at Starbucks while on my non-vacation.

It was really great today.

Getting into my Caliber (11Gs to go) as we broke around 10:20 a.m., I told someone how much I loved him and he said he loved me too.


I don't have enough time to hate anymore.

It takes too much energy and insults Jesus who says loving identifies us as His.

I want to be identified as His sooner for later.

Besides, there are more than enough folks who hate more than love in church and society.


Those confessions will probably be included in future KDs; and if someone wants to publish them as well, that'll be cool.

My badgering friend from Florida said I better get sign-offs from family and friends before hitting the keys; but I won't be naming names except mine.

I'm learning to work on logs more than specks.


Commenting on recently deceased George Carlin, Bill Maher said, "He had a level of guts and fearlessness that nobody can match...The older he got, the more he didn't give a _____."

I don't know about guts and fearlessness, but I really don't care what anybody thinks anymore about anything as long as I'm trying to honor Jesus as attested in Holy Scripture.

It's thesis #1 in my last book (Fifteen Secrets) which nobody reads because they're too busy buying books by RW and JO: "Remembering you're going to live a lot longer with Jesus than anybody else makes establishing life's priorities a no-brainer."


Two more signs of the apocalypse from the PCUSA.

The new moderator makes BHO look like a guardian of traditional values and national security.

The GAC is after the Presbyterian Foundation's money; but doesn't want anyone to know about it (go to www.presbyweb.com for the whole story) which kinda brings John 3:19-21 into play.


A flight attendant (female for the curious) said she liked my feet as I was boarding the plane at 7:50 a.m. on Sunday.

I was wearing sandals because I'm on non-vacation.

After offering coffee to me before the courtesy cart blocked access to the restrooms, she, again, said she liked my feet.

I think she was offering more than coffee.

Though I wasn't tempted - I mean feet - I recalled some advice from a nun, "When tempted, turn to the right."


Flying gets riskier all the time.


The preceding section is a metaphor.


I pledged to keep the irons used when I got my first hole-in-one.

That was a long time ago.

While I've broken many pledges over the years - I'll bet you can't wait for those confessions! - I'm keeping this one for two reasons: (1) Well, uh, it's a pledge which is kinda like ordination promises; and (2) 11Gs.


Speaking of golf, one of the three Bible studies which I lead every week except when I'm on non-vacation or our family of faith takes a summer break for rest and renewal gave The Golfer's Bible to me just before our/my break.

It's got great devotionals using golf as a metaphor for what's a lot more important than golf.

If you've got a golfer in your life who needs Jesus a lot more than a new set of irons or, uh, sigh, driver, get a copy for her/him (Holman publishers).


It's all about Jesus; and being all about Jesus is loving like Jesus to love Jesus.


Blessings and Love!

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