Showing posts with label street wisdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label street wisdom. Show all posts

Thursday, November 27, 2025

One Bad Apple

 

In 2006, Felps, Mitchell, and Byington published a paper in the journal Research in Organizational Behavior with the catchy title, "How, When, and Why Bad Apples Spoil the Barrel: Negative Group Members and Dysfunctional Groups."

The truth they discovered still rings true almost 20 years later.

They divided students into teams of four and gave them 45 minutes to solve management problems. The best team would receive a monetary reward.

What the students didn’t know was that some groups included a “plant” — an actor instructed to play one of three specific roles:

  • The Slacker – lounged back, feet on the table, glued to their phone.
  • The Cynic – interrupted with cutting sarcasm: “Are you serious?” or “You’ve clearly never managed anyone before.”
  • The Pessimist – muttering that the task was hopeless and the team couldn’t possibly succeed.

Cynic Achiever Pessimist Slacker

What they found was that even when the other three members were capable and motivated, the negative behavior of just one person dragged down the group’s overall performance by 30–40%.

Their conclusion was striking: a team’s effectiveness depends less on how many strong performers it has — and more on whether it carries even a single toxic presence.

The LinkedIn post I learned this from had some words to say to HR departments and corporate executives, but I would like to encourage you to think about the implications for your local church community.

And more specifically, ask the Holy Spirit to reveal to you whether you might be a slacker, cynic, or pessimist, and pray for a transformation to happen.

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Truth is...one bad apple really can spoil the whole bunch. But that sounds kind of pessimistic. Let's all strive to be good apples: fresh, growing, and contributing to the health of the group we are in.


Thursday, September 4, 2025

The Parable of the Eagle and the Crow

 

I stole the following from a digital creator on Facebook by the name of Greg Street. Where he stole it from or whether it is original with him is a mystery that will remain unsolved.

Crow pestering an eagle

The crow is the only bird bold enough to sit on the eagle's back and peck at its neck.

Relentless. Annoying.

But the eagle... stays calm.

The eagle doesn't flap. Doesn't fight. Doesn't waste energy. It does one thing: It rises.

The higher the eagle soars, the thinner the air becomes. The crow? It can't handle the altitude.

Eventually, the crow gasps, loses strength...and falls off; not because the eagle attacked, but because the eagle ascended.

Let the crows talk. Let them peck. You don't have to respond. Just keep going higher. They can't follow you forever. Your growth will suffocate their noise. So don't engage. Elevate.

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Truth is...It's no fun being pestered by the crows of this world, but if I can use it to motivate me to fly closer to the Lord? Hit me with your best shot.


Thursday, July 31, 2025

Take the "Im" Out of Your Impossible

 


IMPOSSIBLE
by Harry Baker

I'm finding it too easy to tell myself things are too hard,
When facing the end that it's too late to even make a start.
But if we take impossible to mean that we don't have a chance,
We have lost sight of how unlikely it was we would get this far.

The way the single fish outwits the shark by sticking with its school.
The way the crescent moon outspins its dark to once again be full.
Even winter, given long enough, begins to lose its cool.

That which was once exceptional now barely registers at all.
To think the earth exists at this specific distance from the sun
Down to the angle of the axis on which everything is spun
The fact that trees happen to breathe that which we need inside our lungs
It would all seem impossible if it had not already been done

We are impossible to everyone who's ever come before
And everyone who's yet to come will push impossible some more
Just as, indeed, the do's we did outdo the don'ts we didn't.
So everything's impossible until it isn't.

The thought of rivers changing course before somebody gave a dam,
Or that the tide might turn from shore before a line's drawn in the sand.
We cannot know how far our actions go, the impact they might have.
Sometimes, the only thing that we can do is to do what we can.

And I am tired of that doom and gloom and self-fulfilling prophecy.
I am trying to find room to bloom and self-fulfill the opposite
When it's an act of revolution to try to stay remotely positive
There's nothing wishy-washy about opting to be optimists

Whether a brighter future's possible we may not truly know
But the first step toward that future is imagining it so
So as, indeed, the do's we did outdo the don'ts we didn't.
So it remains impossible until it isn't.

And when it's over, and we're no more than old bones within the ground.
Still the soil knows to sow its seed from what is broken down,
What is lost, is always lost, until the moment it is found.
And these things only ever go one way, unless we turn them round.

We are so constantly surrounded that it's easy to forget.
This world was built upon impossible. That has not stopped us yet.
So yes, indeed, the do's we did outdo the don'ts we didn't.
It only stays impossible until it isn't.

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Truth is...Every once in a while, I come across something that just needs to be shared with as wide an audience as possible. So pass this along, won't you?


Thursday, July 24, 2025

Charlie Chaplin Speaks!

 

I read somewhere that...

Charlie Chaplin once stepped onto a stage, told a simple joke, and had the audience roaring with laughter.

He paused, then told the same joke again. This time, only a few chuckles.

He tried a third time. Silence. No one laughed.

Then, with a gentle smile, he said something more profound than any punchline:

“If you can’t laugh at the same joke over and over, why keep crying over the same pain?”


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Truth is...I don't know if this story is true, but the lesson it teaches sure is. I also read "somewhere" (2 Corinthians 5:17) that if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!


Thursday, July 17, 2025

The Parable of the Swift

 

With thanks to the David Attenborough Fans Facebook page for the inspiration

Consider the swift.

I'm not talking about people who can run quickly. I'm referring to the bird.

The swift is a superb flyer; sleeping, eating, bathing, and even mating on the wing. They are the fastest birds in level flight, with an impressive top speed of 69mph. Late April to mid-August, they live in the UK, but spend their winters in Africa, migrating 3,400 miles twice a year.

If you ever see a swift lying on the ground, wings spread as if ready to fly...don’t be anxious. It isn't necessarily injured or dying.

It’s a creature of the sky that has accidentally found itself in a place where it’s challenging for it to take off on its own.

Its short legs and long, slender wings make it extremely hard to lift off from a flat surface.

All it needs is for you to gently lift it; just a little, in an open palm...

And it will fly...on its own.


Sometimes, people are like that.

We aren't deathly ill or fatally depressed. We don't need anyone to "fix" us. We just need someone to express some faith in our abilities. We just need someone’s hand to lift us up to where we can get our bearings.

A quiet “I’m here” to encourage us for a moment — until we feel the wind beneath our wings again.

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Truth is...This is just one more reason I'm happy to hear Jesus say, "I am with you always."


Thursday, January 16, 2025

Wondering About My Footprints

 

Mashing together the Japanese words for "I" and "footprint," John Koenig, in his book The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, has created a noun for the feeling that led me to travel 600 miles for a three-hour event.

I had been invited to kind of a youth group reunion for folks who had been high school students at my home church during the time our youth director was a woman called Page. (Historical Note: In our church in the mid-1970s, there's no way a person of the female persuasion would be called a youth minister.) One of our classmates had invited Page to their house for a Saturday afternoon and the plan was to surprise her with our presence and happy stories of our memories of her influence on our lives.

I decided not to go. Driving ten hours to Indiana and ten more back to Minnesota for a single event didn't sound like a lot of fun.

Then I attended the funeral of the former lead pastor of my church in Minnesota. Several people stood to talk about him in the most glowing of terms.

Eulogy

I thought..."Wouldn't it have been nice if Jim could have heard these nice things when he was still alive?"

And that's when I decided to make the trip to Indiana.

Here's the word that relates to all this:

watashiato (wah-tah-shee-ah-toh) n: curiosity about the impact you've had on the lives of the people you know, wondering which of your harmless actions or long-forgotten words might have altered the plot of their stories in ways you'll never get to see.

Truth is...Because I experience watashiato from time to time, I think there are plenty of pastors and former pastors who feel the same way and I wish I could arrange for each of them (and yes, even for me) the same kind of get-together that Page got to enjoy. At the very least, let me encourage us all to take the time to make sure the people we love and appreciate know how we feel about them.


Thursday, December 26, 2024

Every Day Is New Year's Day

 

Here we are, the day after Christmas, and our thoughts immediately turn to the new year.

Will the next year bring fortune or failure? What can I do to be a better person or make a better living? What resolutions should I make and how can I keep them?

This next year is a blank sheet of paper, waiting to be written on; a clean slate; a fresh start. I need to take full advantage of this opportunity!

Wow.

That's a lot of pressure to put on something as arbitrary as the beginning of a new year.

Yes, you heard me...arbitrary.

The only reason January is "the first month of the year" is because the Roman king Numa Pompilius said so. It used to be March (which makes more sense of the names of OCTober and DECember as the 8th and 10th months). England and her North American colonies didn't observe January as the first month until 1752. Before then, they celebrated New Year's Day on March 25th.

Signpost at the crossroads of a new life

Besides, according to Carolyn Arends, EVERY day is New Year's Day:

I buy a lot of diaries, fill them full of good intentions
Each and every New Year's Eve, I make myself a list
All the things I'm gonna change, until January Second
So this time I'm making one promise

This will be my resolution: Every day is New Year's Day
This will be my resolution: Every day is New Year's Day.

Well I believe it's possible, I believe in new beginnings
I believe in Christmas Day, and Easter Morning, too
And I'm convinced it's doable, cuz I believe in second chances
Just the way that I believe in you

This will be my resolution: Every day is New Year's Day

This could start a revolution
Every day is one more chance to start all over
One more chance to change and grow
One more chance to grab a hold of grace and never let it go

This will be my resolution: Every day is New Year's Day
This could start a revolution: Every day is New Year's Day
©1997 Running Arends Music



Truth is...I can find a fresh start every day because of the truth of 2nd Corinthians 5:17  -  Therefore, if anyone is in Christ [that is, grafted in, joined to Him by faith in Him as Savior], he is a new creature [reborn and renewed by the Holy Spirit]; the old things [the previous moral and spiritual condition] have passed away. Behold, new things have come [because spiritual awakening brings a new life]. (AMP)


Thursday, November 7, 2024

What a Soviet Spy Teaches Us About Worry

 

In the 2015 film Bridge of Spies, Tom Hanks plays an American lawyer recruited to defend an arrested Soviet spy in court. He takes his job seriously and is concerned about his client's apparent lack of concern.

Bridges of Spies poster

LAWYER
I have a mandate to help you. Nobody else does. Quite frankly, they have a vested interest in sending you to the electric chair....You don't seem alarmed.

SPY
Would it help?

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Truth is...Even without me bringing up any spiritual concepts of trusting in God, this short conversation lays out a bit of street wisdom that deserves attention. It also agrees completely with Jesus when he says in Matthew 6:27, "Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?"


Thursday, September 19, 2024

Fear of Friendlessness

 

Do you ever stop in your tracks and wonder if you have any friends who would take a bullet for you?

There's a word for that; at least according to The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig:

nachlophobia (from the Greek for "loosely held together" and "fear". Pronounced nok-luh-foh-bee-uh.)  -  n. the fear that your deepest connections with people are ultimately pretty shallow, that although your relationships feel congenial in the moment, an audit of your life would reveal a smattering of low-interest holdings and uninvested windfall profits, which will indicate you were never really at risk of joy, sacrifice, or loss.

Shallow Hal

For those of you familiar with the story of a paralyzed man's friends tearing a hole in a roof and letting the man down through it so Jesus could heal him, have you ever stopped and evaluated your personal relationships to the point of knowing what four friends of yours would go to the trouble of carrying you on a mat and damaging someone's personal property so you would have the possibility of being healed?

Forget about taking a bullet for you. Do you have any mat-carriers in your life?

Would YOU be willing to carry someone else on THEIR mat?

If you are susceptible to nachlophobia, it is the final phrase of the definition that might instill the most fear: "You were never really at risk of joy, sacrifice, or loss."

It takes a real investment in each other's lives for a friendship to be important enough to bring joy that is deeper than mere happiness and elicit a mutual sacrifice that is far beyond the inconvenience of a small favor.

Of course, that level of investment also runs the risk of causing pain when the relationship is lost.

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This train of thought takes me to some things I've been saying about "church membership" since April.

There is a difference between attending church and being part of the church, and if a person can easily say, "I'm gonna start going to this other church" without grieving the loss of fellowship with the church they're leaving, I wonder if they're a member or just an attender.

Truth is...risking pain and making sacrifices is abundantly worth the payout of joy that comes from having deep and abiding friends.


Thursday, July 4, 2024

Freedom Is Really Just Switching Masters

 

In the motion picture, The Patriot, Mel Gibson's character is contemplating whether to join his neighbors in the Revolutionary War against England; whether he wants to risk his life and property to gain freedom.

His concept of freedom, and his desire for it, leads him to say, "Would you tell me please, Mr. Howard, why should I trade one tyrant three thousand miles away for three thousand tyrants one mile away? An elected legislature can trample a man's rights as easily as a king can."

Screenshot from "The Patriot"

I get a similar feeling from Bob Dylan's "Gotta Serve Somebody":

You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Even Jesus has a car in this train of thought:

No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money. (Matthew 6:24 NIV)

Truth is...When Jesus said that the truth would set you free (John 8:32), he meant you would be free from the tyrannical rule of sin. Paul put it well in Romans 6:19-23...

I am using an example from everyday life because of your human limitations. Just as you used to offer yourselves as slaves to impurity and to ever-increasing wickedness, so now offer yourselves as slaves to righteousness leading to holiness. When you were slaves to sin, you were free from the control of righteousness. What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death! But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life. For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Thursday, May 30, 2024

Confession: I Am Guilty of Bareleveling

 

Just when I thought I had a handle on most of the major problems in my life, John Koenig came along and created a new word for an old issue.

From page 74 of The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows:

bareleveling  -  v. intr. trying to improve yourself without anyone else knowing about it, afraid that they'll think it's silly or grandiose or unnecessary, or that they'll end up calling too much attention to your efforts, transforming a casual tweak into a flashy rebranding campaign. (From the Armenian barelavvel, to become better. Pronounced "bair-lev-uhl-ing.")

It's Getting Better

I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person in the room who can relate. I mean, if I don't TELL anyone I'm trying to lose weight, I won't be hit with any shaming or accusatory glares when I order a slice of cheesecake. If I keep my pet project a secret, I don't have to feel like I'm disappointing anyone when I don't complete it.

And now you know why the term "accountability partner" is so important.

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Truth is...Even though the definition of bareleveling makes me think of the Beatles singing "I've got to admit, it's getting better," there's a different song on Sgt. Pepper that expresses a deeper truth: "I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends."


Thursday, May 16, 2024

Not the Answer Calvin Wanted to Hear

 

Our text today, flock, was first published October 18, 1990, and begins with Deacon Calvin asking a significant question and Pastor Hobbes having a profound answer.



That alone would make this episode of Calvin & Hobbes worthy of consideration, but when Calvin pauses and reflects on what Hobbes said and what it implies about himself, his reaction is priceless.



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Truth is...We like to think when we have an outburst of anger or inappropriate behavior that we can say, "I wasn't being myself," but it's at those times when we are probably being very much ourselves...proving once again that we need to be changed from the inside out.


Thursday, April 25, 2024

Something to Be Grateful For

 

I wasn't the first to say it, but my mouth has formed the words plenty of times: Some people wouldn't be happy if they didn't have something to complain about.

And yes, I realize that's a complaint in itself.

If it's not the weather, it's the economy. If it's not the crowds, it's being lonely. Traffic's too slow, that guy's driving too fast, this food is bland, or salty, or cold...

Standing in stark contrast to that, I'd like to thank Natalie Layne for her song, "Grateful For":

Natalie Layne

It's not always easy to see the good
When it doesn't look the way I think it should
I know, I know what it feels like
When a smile don't feel right

But even the stress of a million cares
Can't cover the blessings you put everywhere
It don't take rose-colored glasses
To see the gold in the madness

I just gotta take time, slow down
Take a moment to see it now
The little things are what it's all about
What it's all about

I'll take a look around
There's something to be grateful
Something to be grateful for
It's waiting to be found
Underneath the surface
Everything I'm searching for
Couldn't find it in me, but I found it in you
I'm learning to see 'cause you're teaching me to
Take a look around
There's something to be grateful
Something to be grateful for

For your mercy, the morning light
For all of the ways that love has changed my life
I know you're behind all the goodness
Don't let me forget it

When the sun don't shine in the dead of night
If the tears keep rolling from my eyes
I know you're always by my side
That's how I know I'm gonna be alright

I'll take a look around
There's something to be grateful
Something to be grateful for
It's waiting to be found
Underneath the surface
Everything I'm searching for
Couldn't find it in me, but I found it in you
I'm learning to see 'cause you're teaching me to
Take a look around
There's something to be grateful
Something to be grateful for

In the morning, I'll be grateful
In the evening, I'll be grateful
'Cause I know that you are faithful

In the good times, I'll be grateful
In the hard nights, I'll be grateful
'Cause I know that you are faithful

I'll take a look around
There's something to be grateful for

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Truth is...As humans, we tend to notice what we're looking for. The attitude we have as we view the world has the same effect on what we see as the color of our sunglasses.

Take time. Slow down. Take a look around. There's something to be grateful for.




Thursday, November 30, 2023

Calvin & Hobbes: What's Good for the Goose...

 

Bill Waterson's beloved comic, Calvin & Hobbes, had a Sunday strip that pointed out the flaw in some people's definition of right and wrong.

It begins with Calvin making a declaration and following it up with a string of cliches to support his worldview.


Hobbes then puts Calvin's beliefs into practice.


Which leads to Calvin spilling the beans on the particular self-centeredness of his philosophy.


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Truth is...The way the world is, it's amazing we aren't ALL covered with mud.


Thursday, August 3, 2023

Playing Music to Unborn Babies

 

According to This Is Your Brain on Music by Daniel J. Levitin, pre-born babies hear sounds within the womb:



"It hears the heartbeat of its mother, at times speeding up, at other times slowing down. And the fetus hears music, as was recently discovered by Alexandra Lamont of Keele University in the UK. She found that, a year after they are born, children recognize and prefer music they were ex­posed to in the womb. The auditory system of the fetus is fully functional about twenty weeks after conception. In Lamont's experiment, mothers played a single piece of music to their babies repeatedly during the final three months of gestation. Of course, the babies were also hearing­ -- through the waterlike filtering of the amniotic fluid in the womb -- all of the sounds of their mothers' daily life, including other music, conversa­tions, and environmental noises. But one particular piece was singled out for each baby to hear on a regular basis. The singled-out pieces in­cluded classical (Mozart, Vivaldi), Top 40 (Five, Backstreet Boys), reg­gae (UB40, Ken Boothe) and world beat (Spirits of Nature). After birth, the mothers were not allowed to play the experimental song to their in­fants. Then, one year later, Lamont played babies the music that they had heard in the womb, along with another piece of music chosen to be matched for style and tempo. For example, a baby who had heard UB40's reggae track 'Many Rivers to Cross' heard that piece again, a year later, along with 'Stop Loving You' by the reggae artist Freddie McGregor. La­mont then determined which one the babies preferred.

"How do you know which of two stimuli a preverbal infant prefers? Most infant researchers use a technique known as the conditioned head­-turning procedure, developed by Robert Fantz in the 1960s, and refined by John Columbo, Anne Fernald, the late Peter Jusczyk, and their col­leagues. Two loudspeakers are set up in the laboratory and the infant is placed (usually on his mother's lap) between the speakers. When the in­fant looks at one speaker, it starts to play music or some other sound, and when he looks at the other speaker, it starts to play different music or a different sound. The infant quickly learns that he can control what is playing by where he is looking; he learns, that is, that the conditions of the experiment are under his control. The experimenters make sure that they counterbalance (randomize) the location that the different stimuli come from; that is, half the time the stimulus under study comes from one speaker and half the time it comes from the other. When Lamont did this with the infants in her study, she found that they tended to look longer at the speaker that was playing music they had heard in the womb than at the speaker playing the novel music, confirming that they pre­ferred the music to which they had the prenatal exposure. A control group of one-year-olds who had not heard any of the music before showed no preference, confirming that there was nothing about the mu­sic itself that caused these results. Lamont also found that, all things be­ing equal, the young infant prefers fast, upbeat music to slow music.

"These findings contradict the long-standing notion of childhood amnesia -- that we can't have any veridical memories before around the age of five. Many people claim to have memories from early childhood around age two and three, but it is difficult to know whether these are true memories of the original event, or rather, memory of someone telling us about the event later. The young child's brain is still undeveloped, func­tional specialization of the brain isn't complete, and neural pathways are still in the process of being made. The child's mind is trying to assimilate as much information as possible in as short a time as possible; there are typically large gaps in the child's understanding, awareness, or memory for events because he hasn't yet learned how to distinguish important events from unimportant ones, or to encode experience systematically. Thus, the young child is a prime candidate for suggestion, and could un­wittingly encode, as his own, stories that were told to him about himself. It appears that for music even prenatal experience is encoded in mem­ory, and can be accessed in the absence of language or explicit awareness of the memory."

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Truth is...Do NOT talk to me about "clumps of cells" or "potential life". A human is a human, no matter what his or her stage of development.


Thursday, June 8, 2023

This Title Is a Lie

 

Once upon a time, there was a "movement" that started in the realm of art that espoused the absence of meaning in everything it created. It was called "Dadaism".

"A state of mind rather than a literary or artistic movement, according to its spokesman the Romanian poet Tristan Tzara (1886-1963), Dada was anarchic, nihilistic, and disruptive. Dadaists mocked all established values, all traditional notions of good taste in art and literature, the culture symbols of a society based, they believed, on greed and materialism and now in its death agony. The name Dada -- a nonsense, baby-talk word -- means nothing, so was well suited to Dada's wholly negative nature. Dada even denied the value of art, hence its cult of non-art, and ended by negating itself. 'The true Dadaist is against Dada.'" [Hugh Honour and John Fleming, in The Visual Arts: A History]


The self-negating nature of Dadaism causes me to think about certain statements:

  • "There is no absolute truth." (So...is that absolutely true?)
  • "People have no right to judge one another." (Usually spoken by someone who has determined, i.e., judged, that someone was being judgy.)
  • "Nobody can be totally sure about anything." (Are you sure about that?)

And what about the title of this post: "This Title Is a Lie"? If that's true, then it's a lie, but then that would mean it was true by being a lie...but if it's a lie that would make it true, which would make it NOT a lie, which would make it a lie...

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Truth is...It's not that hard to confound a human's mind. Kinda makes it easy for me to believe Isaiah 55:8-9. “My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord. “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts."


Thursday, May 25, 2023

Gator Gets Wise

 

Every once in a while, Stephan Pastis' comic strip, Pearls Before Swine, declares actual pearls of wisdom. Take for instance the recent Sunday strip that had Larry the Alligator focused on his normal gotta-kill-me-a-zebra reason for existence.


And then his wife drops a truth bomb that stops him in his tracks.


The good news is, Larry has an excellent reaction to this new information.



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Truth is...we all could take a lesson on priorities from this cartoon gator.










Thursday, March 9, 2023

The Parable of the Prop Table

 

[The following was originally posted June 24, 2008, in the humor blog, Almost the Truth.]

I just finished the first of two weekends full of performances with Giant Step Theatre. (Current production: Aladdin's Lamp, in which I appear as the Genie.) It's always an interesting experience taking the stage surrounded by 70-90 3rd-10th graders, especially when your head is shaved and you've painted yourself blue, but I've actually been led into a slightly deeper mode of thought than normal because of something that happens fairly frequently with Giant Step. . .


It's not unusual (Tom Jones, anyone?) to enter the auditorium and be instantly confronted by a 2 foot, 10 inch, cherub-faced pixie sadly proclaiming, "Dewey? I can't find my prop. I'm supposed to have a rubber chicken for the market scene, and I can't find it." Translation: Dewey? I just remembered that I need to have a rubber chicken for the market scene, but when I stood still and looked around at my feet, I couldn't see it.

The solution is normally to encourage the treasure hunter to actually go to the backstage tables that hold all of the props (physical PROPerties that actors use as part of their onstage roles: a purse, a cane, a golden lamp full of genies, etc.) and look at the spot that has been outlined and labeled "rubber chicken" or "Persian gold" or "Shabeeb's whip." 99.44% of the time, the hopelessly lost prop is found right where it belongs.

This is what got me thinking about Real Truth and not just almost.

It strikes me as odd when people go off in search of themselves. Um...aren't you right there? Isn't it true that "Wherever you go in life...that's where you are?"

Okay...settle down...I get it. Searching for oneself is actually searching for meaning and trying to find one's place in this gobbledy-gook mess we call life. And the serious point here is that to stare at your own navel and attempt to find purpose and meaning is like looking for a rubber chicken in the dressing room instead of the prop table.

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Truth is...There is a Creator, and it only makes sense that the Creator would have a better handle on what we've been created for than we do.


Thursday, March 2, 2023

Do You Believe Jesus Will Return to Earth One Day?

 

In a survey conducted April 11-17, 2022, the Pew Research Center asked, "Do you believe Jesus will return to Earth one day?"

I find the results from that one question to be...interesting.

55% of the Americans surveyed answered, "Yes," 25% answered "No," and 16% said, "I don't believe in Jesus" (which qualifies as a "no," but seems to be a significant distinction from that).

So...Jesus came out slightly ahead overall. That's nice.

What caught me off-guard were the figures for the people who identified themselves as Christians. With a high of 92% of Evangelicals and a low of 62% of Catholics, overall within the group of people who say they are Christians, only 75% said they believe that Jesus will return.


Chew on that a little bit. A full 25% of people who call themselves Christians don't believe the clear teaching of the Bible that "this same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven." (Acts 1:11)

But that's not the worst of it.

2% of all Christians (3% of Catholics and those in mainline protestant denominations) answered "I don't believe in Jesus."

WHAT??!!?

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Truth is...I am perplexed and possibly apoplectic. But I am also saddened. What kind of pointless, self-deluding game is being played by "Christians" who don't believe in Jesus?


Thursday, February 2, 2023

Calvin & Hobbes Meet Back to the Future

 

In today's text, flock, we see Calvin reaping the misfortune of his miscalculation about how time travel affects reality...or not.


It makes me think of the movie, Back to the Future, and the disastrous consequences in the McFly household that came from a thing as simple as a sports almanac.

And THAT reminds me of a Back to the Future video game that took place in three different timeframes. In order to reach a particular desired object in 2000-whatever, you had to travel back to 1955 and plant an acorn in a particular place so in 2000-whatever there would be a tree there for you to climb.

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Truth is...I've said all this so I can ask THIS: What kind of groundwork are we laying right now in preparation for our preferred future? What seeds are we planting?

Galatians 6:7-8 (The Message)  -  Don’t be misled: No one makes a fool of God. What a person plants, he will harvest. The person who plants selfishness, ignoring the needs of others—ignoring God!—harvests a crop of weeds. All he’ll have to show for his life is weeds! But the one who plants in response to God, letting God’s Spirit do the growth work in him, harvests a crop of real life, eternal life.