Tuesday, August 26, 2008

"Ate it" is tithe spelled backwards

Do you read all the posts from other people on the 10-for-10 challenge? If you haven't, head over on this link and check them out. Here's one that I posted this past week:

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Allow me a story. When I was a wee lil' boy (oh, I was at one time), baseball was my thing. The spring melt was the time of the year I lived for. Pulling out the mitt from storage, otherwise known as buried in the closet, getting out the cap and getting into shape. I lived in a house with a design that put some of the roofing tiles on the front, and that was my backstop. In fact, here's a pic of that very house - granted, the roof was black at the time. For hours I threw a rubber ball off the house, knowing every location on it and where I could get a line drive, pop-up, one hopper - you name it.

When the bushes in front ate the ball (I see they have since been removed in that picture, but trust me - they were some evil bushes), I would bike to the Certified with a couple quarters to get a replacement. Then the call from the coach after Little League draft, biking to practices with my glove over the handle bars, uniform top, pants and stirrups (real ballplayers wear the pants bloused with just the right amount of sock showing)...what a summer! Season ending didn't stop the throwing off the house. Baseball was life for me. It was what defined me through my young years.

I hit 15, and I hit the bench. That was the first time I had ever watched a game from the dugout (unless you count the 3 innings I missed after I tore up my knee stealing home). Baseball....was boring. It just didn't thrill me anymore. When I did get off the bench, I would make one dumb, boneheaded play after the next. I doubt hit more than .200 that season, dropping from almost .500. It wasn't fun anymore, so I stopped playing, moved to soccer and grew up. I came back to my love of baseball about 15 years ago. I look at those two decades without basball and think of what I missed - the joys, thrills, agonies, and heartbreaks.

So you are reading this and thinking "Ok Magellan - guide this ship in and tell me what baseball has to do with tithing." My point is this - without baseball, I lost a part of myself. At the time, I didn't realize what I had turned from. Soccer isn't Satan, per se (unless you are Man United). It's just that with baseball so much of who I was, when I finally saw it gone, I felt empty and incomplete.

67. That's the number Dave, Tim and Jon have told us. 67% do not know Jesus. How many of those 67% don't have joy or thrills or agonies or heartbreaks? Jesus never said it would be easy. He just said to follow Him and he won't abandon us. So I have heartbreak - Jesus will carry me through. I experience joy - thank you Jesus for loving me, even when I forgot to love You. I even think 67% might be low. I wonder how many of the other 33% work towards a full and complete relationship with Jesus. I tithe not just to thank an Awesome God and show how He is my love. I tithe so someone else can have the chance to listen, and move, when a gentle whisper tells them their life can be so much more.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Say it loud.

Ya know BarlowGirl? Ever listen to them? If you've been in some cave, they are 3 sisters from the Chicago -area. They rock. Hard. I mean....look at these faces? Too sweet to rock it like they do. Yet.......

Anywho - on lunch, I am listening to my multitude of mp3s, and BarlowGirl's "Million Voices" hits the shuffle. Listening to the lyrics, it helped me realize more of why I need to tithe. I don't give for me. I give for the next person. This entire path I am on is more that just me honoring Him and releasing my fears. It's me moving His mission forward. I'm a domino in one heck of a long chain. What I do affects me, and it also affects the next person.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Sometimes, irony just stinks.

First off - this was a no pay week. So God, I love Ya, but you get no money from me. How about I just sing Ya a song of praise? Well fine then - I hope the blender makes You happy!

But seriously - I have this text file of blog ideas. Some for here, and some for the other side of my brain. I was wondering where this particular one I am discussing today fell, but I think I can sort of work it here. See - when I first read this article, I was pretty sickened, and well....it went south from there. Hypocrisy hit a new level over that dinner in my mind, considering the reason they had all been brought together. Do you think any leader looked at another across the table and made some joke over the irony of their meal in regard to their discussions during the weekend?

Well, thinking more about this story reminds me how we cannot rely completely on the government for everything. Many things - yes. But there are just some things that are up to us to resolve. That's really why we are The Body, aren't we? To do His will and take care of His children. Sometimes we care, and sometimes it is us that is cared for. There will never be a time without need. I think I know a Book that talks about that..... Oh yeah - here it is: Deuteronomy 15:7-11.

That's why I need to tithe. And I say need in the sense of a joyful way that becomes habit for me. Just not a habit that I forget why I write that check in the first place. Someone needs me.

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