Tuesday, January 29, 2008

News


When I was in third grade, everyone knew the Good News Bad News joke. It went something like this:

Here's a brief life update in "good news / bad news" format:
  • Good news - Our Crossroads Life Group is starting up again, after the winter break. It will be good to see our "empty nest" friends again, and share life together. Leader Steve Prout does an awesome job...

  • Bad news - Today marks the 11th day of my cold (sinus infection). Yesterday, I went to the doc and got a Z-Pack, which I started on last night. But instead of feeling better, I felt worse today than ever. Must have blown my nose well over 100 times today (TMI?). Anyhow, I want so badly to feel normal again...

  • Good news - This weekend, I'm going to SPBGMA (pronounced "spigma"). SPBGMA is a massive bluegrass event at the Nashville Hilton, and is one of the two biggest yearly events for pickers and grinners. Picture a huge hotel where the lobby, hallways, and rooms are packed with people jamming round the clock. There's also an auditorium where all the "big name" national bands are playing (all day), and a room with all the top-name luthiers and instrument builders. I went last year, and it was a blast. I just hope I am well by then...I'm praying for healing!!!

  • Bad news - Lots of car problems lately. New muffler for Zach's Accord, new front brakes for my truck, new thermostat for Cathy's CRV... But, it beats car payments! (Oh yeah, I still have one...bummer).
  • Good news - My bluegrass band, Last Road, may have found a replacement banjo player. We've been auditioning guys for the last month or so, and we're ready to get someone on board before we start up with spring gigs. Sounds like an easy task, but it is tough to find someone who is compatible musically, spiritually, and personality-wise...

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Proud


There are two kinds of pride...

The first is the bad one, the one the Bible speaks of so often, the one which creeps in as the most subtle of sins. You know, the self-centered self-focused kind of pride. The "look at me, I'm all that" type of pride. As Mirriam-Webster dictionary defines it, "an inordinate self-esteem." You know it when you see it.

The second is more benign -- it is the great feeling of well-being you get when you've done something well, or when you have accomplished something you never thought you could. It is the warmth you feel inside for a job well done, for being "best in class". It is the pride of a beaming parent.

Well, this weekend, I had two occasions to well up with pride - the good kind!

The first of these occurred Saturday morning. Cathy and I drove up to North Greenville University to watch our son Zach play in an ultimate frisbee tournament. His team, the NGU Ninja Geese, played seven or eight games Saturday in the chilly weather, and it was a lot of fun to watch. Good athleticism on display, as well as good sportsmanship. The Geese are really a class act.

As I watched the game, I realized I was proud of Zach for a number of reasons. I was proud that Zach had selected such a great Christian university to attend. I was proud that he is knocking the spots off his schoolwork, with all A's and B's (and straight A's last semester!). I was proud that he has surrounded himself with a great group of Christian buddies, the kind that make lifelong friends.

But I was particularly proud to see Zach acting in a leadership role, as captain of his ultimate team. He played this role well, finding the balance between challenging his teammates, encouraging them, pushing them to higher levels of performance, keeping his cool during tense moments, etc. It's hard to lead others and gain their respect, but I saw Zach doing just that, and boy did it make me proud. Zach, you're the MAN.

The second event took place exactly 24 hours later, on Sunday morning. This morning at church, David Walker was out of town, and our other son Brandon led worship at Crossroads. Not just led it, but really LED it. It was an awesome thing to watch.

As with Zach, Brandon has made me proud in so many ways over the past few years. I'm proud that Brandon graduated with good marks from North Greenville. I'm proud that he is a hard worker, working two jobs faithfully, day in and day out. I'm proud that he has worked and worked and worked to improve his musical skills, AND his spiritual walk, to the point where he leads worship as well as -- get this -- as well as Aaron Keyes and David Walker, who were his mentors. I'm proud to point out to people in the congregation, "That's my son, leading worship today." I'm proud that he trusted God to find him the perfect companion, and waited until the Lord brought him Megan. Brandon, you're the MAN too.

I realize of course that it's God (not me) who is working all things in our lives for His purposes... It is not my mastery of parenting skills that has brought Zach and Brandon to this point, oh no! I think we can all agree on that one, lol! It has been God working on them, shaping and molding them, building them into clay vessels for his use.

Is it wrong for me to feel such great pride as a parent? I don't think so. In today's world, with all the temptations and pitfalls out there, and with so many young people falling to them, I think I have every reason to be proud.

In fact, I'm sure of it.

God is good!

Friday, January 25, 2008

41



Woo-hoo! Today's my B-day! I'm 41 years young...

Today I was reading an article, and it had a suggestion I really liked. It said that once a year, on your birthday, you should make a list of things you are thankful for. The number of items on your list should equal the number of years old you are. It makes sense - the older you get, the more you have to be thankful for...

So here it goes: 41 things I am thankful for (not necessarily in order of importance!)
  1. My wife, Cathy
  2. Thick socks
  3. Heated blankets
  4. Our king-sized bed
  5. My dog, Rupert
  6. Running water
  7. Indoor heating & AC
  8. Clean towels
  9. Hoodies
  10. Wireless broadband
  11. Jesus' obedience to the Father
  12. The written Word, translated in modern English
  13. Men who put up vinyl siding (shout out to Zach!)
  14. My job at Michelin
  15. My office window (great view)
  16. Funny family stories (peanut butter, Community Cash, Zach & Betty, etc)
  17. Christmas
  18. Easter
  19. My siblings - David, Teresa, Angela
  20. iPods
  21. cell phones
  22. Music
  23. Children, in general
  24. My sons, Brandon and Zach
  25. My daughter-in-law, Megan (and Sarah too!)
  26. Heath bars
  27. Butterscotch haystacks
  28. My bluegrass band, Last Road
  29. Police officers
  30. My country
  31. The Constitution
  32. My extended family (Bob, Sherry, Fran, Steve, Mama, etc)
  33. Guitar Hero
  34. Family game nights
  35. Rupert's snaggle tooth
  36. Megan's apple pies
  37. My salvation
  38. My daily routine
  39. Good Christian role models
  40. Billy Graham
  41. Our 1911 house
Obviously, some of these are more important than others in the big scheme of things... But I have so much to be thankful for.

God is good!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Cold


Cold is an appropriate title for today's post.

Not only is it really cold outside...but I have come down with my twice-a-year cold.

Regular as clockwork, I seem to get an "upper respiratory infection" twice a year, once in the summer and once in the winter. Nothing too awful, just runny nose and sinus/chest congestion that lasts about ten days, no matter what medicines I take. And that awful energy-drained "blah" feeling.

This time, the "magic cure" was Mucinex. Someone at work told me it was the bomb, so I bought some ($10) and after seven hours, I'm not too impressed. In fact, I don't think it has done much at all. Oh well, live and learn.

As Brandon's post today stated so well, we take our good health for granted until the Lord removes it from us for a while. Our bad days should make us all the more thankful for the good days...

Well, the brain is tired too, so no deep thoughts for today. Stay healthy.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Anyone?


Today, a buddy emailed me a link to the trailer for a movie coming out this February...

The movie is called "Expelled", and it's a documentary-style movie which exposes the fear and loathing of the established scientific community toward anyone who would dare question Darwinistic evolution. This intriguing flick is the work of none other than Ben Stein.

Now, Ben Stein is one interesting character!

If you are familiar with the name, you probably know him from one of three main appearances:
  • He was the boring economics teacher in "Ferris Beuler's Day Off"... You know, "Beuler? Beuler? Anyone?"
  • He is the guy on the Murine Clear Eyes commercials..."dry eyes, red eyes, clear eyes..."
  • He had his own game show on Comedy Central a few years back, "Win Ben Stein's Money"
But in addition to being a popular actor and TV personality, check out some of the rest of his resume:
  • Graduated with honors from Columbia University with a degree in economics (1966)
  • Graduated as Valedictorian from Yale Law School, 1970
  • Speechwriter for Presidents Nixon and Ford
  • Professor of political science and law at American University, U Cal, Pepperdine University
  • Trial lawyer for the Federal Trade Commission
  • Author of 27 books (7 fiction, 20 nonfiction)
Basically, Ben Stein a pretty sharp cookie, intellectually!

Ben's latest passion is the Creationism vs. Darwinism debate. He is convinced, as I am, that the scientific establishment (i.e. most major universities, science journalists, etc) tries its best to squelch any opposition to its theories of neo-Darwinism and natural selection. Since this flies in the face of scientific method (which should encourage honest intellectual debate and challenges to existing theories), Ben has addressed it with this movie.

One interesting point made by Stein (who is Jewish) is the connection between the Holocaust and Darwinism. The Nazis took Darwinism to its ultimate end: "If we are just animals who are evolving toward a more perfect state, what is wrong with speeding up the process by eliminating the weak, the sick, the imperfect? Isn't it just part of the natural selection process?" This is sure to infuriate Darwinists, but it is a historical fact. For more info, see this and this.

Will this movie be as entertaining as Pirates of the Carribean 3? Probably not. But if you have bought into the theory of evolution, and are convinced it is fact because "all the scientist pretty much agree on it", then you might be challenged by hearing what Ben has to say...

Anyone?

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Change

There's a book that's popular in the corporate world called "Who Moved My Cheese?" The story tells about two mice with different attitudes, who react differently when someone moves their cheese to a new location within their maze.

One mouse is set in his ways, used to his daily habit, and inflexible. The other mouse likes a challenge, is optimistic and highly flexible. As expected, the former mouse doesn't even try and go look to see where his cheese has gone, but the latter mouse sets out immediately to find it (and does).

The point of the analogy? Everything changes, and if you get stuck in the past, or even in the present, the world will pass you by. We must be flexible and constantly expecting change.

This is certainly true in the work world. Typewriter salesmen aren't making much money these days due to the the rise of the personal computer. Blockbuster is declining, Netflix is on the rise. AOL was huge in the early 90's, but almost nobody uses AOL anymore. Land-line phones are going away, replaced by cell phones. The world is changing rapidly, and we must be flexible enough to change with it or be left behind...

There's another similar book I've been reading at work which has really fascinated me. The premise of this book goes something like this (hang with me here...).

In the 1800's, the Industrial Revolution gave rise to the "factory worker", who spent long hours doing repetitive blue-collar work making things in factories. The result of this hard labor was a higher standard of living for most folks, who could now buy a variety of well-made stuff much more cheaply (think 1906 Sears catalog).

Over time, America's prosperity brought about new change. After WWII, much of the grueling factory work was sent overseas, to be done more cheaply in Japan. This gave rise to the white-collar "knowledge worker". This worker did well on the SAT test, went to college, studied hard, and landed an office job applying what he had learned as an engineer, lawyer, doctor, etc. The folks that succeeded at this were good at left-brained thinking, i.e. logical reasoning, cause and effect, mathematics, etc. These thinkers further raised the standard of living in America to the incredible level we enjoy today.

This is the America I grew up in. But, the author claims, another big change is just around the bend.

We are already seeing that, like blue-collar work 50 years ago, white-collar jobs are now being sent to low-cost countries like India and China. Many large corporations, like the one I work for, are sending their computer programming work overseas, to be done by well-educated Indian programmers earning less than a tenth of their American counterparts. It will not be enough anymore to be able to think logically and deductively -- there are people in third-world countries now who can do the same for much cheaper. Not to mention computers, which are replacing many repetitive "thinking" jobs.

So what will the successful worker of the 21st century look like?

This author claims that it will be those people who can do what the 3rd world workers and computers can't do: dream, create, and invent. The best jobs of the future will belong to those who have been looked down on during most of our generation: the artists, the musicians, the writers, the creators.

The future belongs to the dreamers, who thanks to technology are no longer limited by thoughts of "but how would I do that?" For example, PC software will make it possible for the least technical of us to create movies, produce music videos, create your own animated cartoons, etc. The technical side will no longer be the problem; we will only be limited by our own imaginations, our own creativity.

Soooo... what is the point of all this?

Well, for me, it has re-awakened in me the importance of creativity, of exercising the right side of my brain. I have decided to take some steps to re-awaken some of the creativity in me, the stuff we all thrived at when we were kids. Last week, I wrote a song (lyrics and music) for my band to play, and hope to continue to improve songwriting. Today at Target I bought a little sketch book, to try and get back into doing some drawing and sketching (which I have really neglected over the past ten years).

And last but not least, I did a little redesign of this blog page (in case you hadn't noticed). The images in the header all represent some of the things that interest me... sort of a visual representation of some of the things that make me...me.

Are you creating? Dreaming? Thinking about what could be? I hope so!

Friday, January 18, 2008

Album



The CD Album Cover Game

After yesterday's fairly heavy post, I thought we needed something a little lighter...


“1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4. Save and edit the album picture, add the band name and album name in the fonts of your choice, and upload the final product to the flickr group “CD Cover Meme”

Go ahead and try it, you know you want to.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Murderers


It's tough to turn on the news these days without hearing the horrible news that someone is missing, only to find a few days later that their body was found in the woods somewhere. I realize that it's not too uplifting of a topic, but today's blog post is about...mass murderers.

Berkowitz. Dahmer. Bundy.

We have grown to equate these names with pure evil. Some of our nation's most infamous killers, this trio was responsible for the slayings of dozens people. David Berkowitz, known as the Son of Sam, killed 7 people and wounded seven others in the course of eight shootings in NYC between 1976 and 1977. Jeffrey Dahmer tortured, killed, and cannibalized 17 men and boys between 1978 and 1991. And Ted Bundy confessed to 29 murders of young women across the United States, between 1974 and 1978.

These men were truly monsters, the worst of the worst. But what if I told you that a man had been discovered, right here in Greenville, who had murdered more people than all of these serial killers combined? Would it not be the story of the decade, the #1 news item on CNN, NBC, and Fox News?

Further, what if it was found that this man killed 100 victims over the past year alone? And that all of his victims were children under the age of 10? Can you imagine the outrage, the sheer horror we would feel? People would demand justice, pushing the police forces of the nation to put the capture of this child-killer as a #1 priority.

More time passes, and the police release another bombshell. It is true that all the victims were under age 10, but it is announced that in fact they were all infants less than a year old. Utter shock - a serial killer who targeted babies. Could it get any worse?

Yes, it could.

What if it came out that there were four other men in Greenville who committed the same horrible acts last year also...for a total of 500 innocent deaths? What if I told you that every city and town in the US has men like this, who are creating new massacres every day? What if I told you that the police, and in fact the public, have known the identities and locations of these men all along, and have done nothing about it? No criminal charges, no efforts to stop the insanity.

Well, every word of it is true. But it's OK, because we've made a nice word for it, to hide the horror.

Abortion.

Oh, that's not a fair analogy, you say. Abortion is LEGAL. Well, let me ask you this. Did Dahmer's victims ask to be torn apart? Did Berkowitz's victims beg to be shot? No, they were innocent victims of murder. In the same way, the killing of unborn babies is murder. They are defenseless, innocent victims of slaughter. Just because the mother, out of distress or desperation or selfishness, allows it to happen, it does not lessen the horror of what has happened - the murder of an innocent victim.

I personally believe that abortion is not just another "political issue" like immigration or the flat tax. No, it is far greater. It is a blight upon our nation, a shame so great that it affects the very heart of who we are as a people. Think about the numbers - a million murdered babies in the USA every year since 1973 - more than 30 million dead.

Some will say, "Oh, you're one of those one-issue voters." To that I say this. If my 1911 house were to catch fire in the middle of the night, do you think I would be concerned with the loose front porch railing? The unpainted trim in Zach's room? The drywall repair needed in the master bath? No, I would be a "one-issue" homeowner, running away from the flames. The magnitude of the one issue outweighs all the others.

And so, this Saturday I will go to the polls to vote for a person who I think would be the best to lead our country into the future. A person who realizes the vast horror that is occurring every day, every hour, in every corner of our great land. A person who will do everything in their power to plug the moral leak in the soul of our nation.

Will your vote help stop the horror, or perpetuate it?

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Snow



Greenville SC is currently under a Winter Storm Warning. Not a Winter Storm Alert, mind you, a Warning.

Buy your milk and bread now!!!

Cathy and I are all huddled up in our cozy living room, hoping it will snow. You see, we don't get a lot of snow here in SC. Cold rain, yes, sleet, yes, freezing rain, yes, ice storms, yes, snow, not so much.

I have some great memories of snowstorms, though.

Here in SC, the memories are few, but sweet. Back in 1993, South Carolina got a freak snowstorm in March, with over a foot of snow! Of course, I took a day of vacation, and the boys and I did the standard snow stuff: snow angels, snowball fights, snowman. In fact, the snowman we built was one of the better ones I can recall -- traditional shape, carrot, rocks for eyes, etc. Unfortunately, our dog at the time (stray Pomeranian mix named Pookie) didn't think as much of the snow man, and hiked his leg on it...

Then, there were a few good snow storms during the years we were at Pliney circle. One time, we had a late-night snowball war. We must have been outside until midnight, lobbing snow bombs over the house and having a general blast in the amber light of the street lamp. I remember Brandon and I hiding in the woods next to the house, waiting until someone (Zach and friend?) walked by, and then ambushing them with armfuls of ice balls. Seems I recall the victims didn't think it was as funny...

Cathy wasn't much for the snowball wars, but did make a mean snow cream! We would gather snow in those stainless steel mixing bowls, and then she would add in sugar, vanilla, and milk. Mmmmmmmm!

As a kid, I grew up in the Washington DC suburbs, where snow was pretty common in the winter. I have a lot of good memories of building igloos & snow fortresses, sledding on my Flexible Flyer with 20+ other neighborhood kids, and watching the snowplow go down our street. Once, I remember walking through 2-foot deep snow with my Dad to the 7-11 to buy milk -- that was a workout!

Why is it that everyone likes snow so much? I suppose the kids like it because it means no school and a day of play. And I suppose the grocery stores like it because bread and milk sales go through the roof. For the rest of us, I guess it brings a little bit of excitement and uncertainty into an otherwise drab winter. And those white, snow-covered days, where no cars are out and about sure are peaceful.

If I were a betting man, I'd be betting on freezing rain. But in my heart, I'm hoping and praying for snow!

Monday, January 14, 2008

Winter


Winter + Cold + Windy + Freezing + Drafty + Sleet + Freezing Rain = Hate it.

Hot Chocolate + Wool + Layers + Scarf + Hot Showers + Space Heater + Flannel Sheets + Thick Socks + Fleece + Big Comforters + I Don't Live Up North = Thank you, Lord!

Saturday, January 12, 2008

"George"


Have you every met someone filled with joy? Someone who brightens your day every time you see them? The kind of person where you always feel better after being with them than before? I think we all know people like this.

On the other hand, have you ever me someone exactly opposite this? Someone who is perpetually negative, who can find fault with the most beautiful song, the prettiest flower, the best situation? A person who never fails to sap all the joy and energy out of you?

Well, I met one of those negative people yesterday. In fact, I meet him once a month.

For the sake of this blog post, we'll call him "George." George is my barber.

As a barber, he is great. Excellent attention to detail, very thorough, never knicks my ear with the scissors, etc. But, George is one of the most negative people I have ever met. He has "no use" for most things that normal people enjoy. As you can imagine, this makes for an extremely awkward half hour in the barber chair!

Our conversation yesterday went something like this:

Brian: Hey, George, how have you been!
George: All right.

[Brian sits in barber chair, followed by three minutes of awkward silence.]

Brian: So, did you have a good Christmas, George?
George: Survived it. Glad its over.
Brian: Did you have your kids and grandkids over?
George: No. They've got their own families. We've got ours.

[Five minutes of awkward silence.]

Brian: Say, George, do you ever go to downtown Greenville? They've really got it looking nice...
George: No reason to. Nothing they have down there I can't get here at home. Except crowds & traffic.

[More awkward silence...]

Brian: So, um, has business been pretty good?
George: Same as always. Work six days a week, standing up all day. Prices go up, but my pay never goes up. ...


Well, you get the idea.

I've given some thought to my encounters with George, and here's what I've come up with:

1. When I get older, I do not want to be a negative, grumpy person. Life is too short! I want to be the positive, joyful, edifying person, the one who makes peoples lives better. Negativity breed more and more negativity, and the result is...well, George.

2. Despite his demeanor, Jesus died for George. Even thought it is very difficult for me to LIKE George, much less LOVE him, scriptures command me to love him. I need to show Christ's love to him. Even if he never changes, I need to be a positive Christian example to him, once a month. Maybe God will even use me to change him...

3. I don't know what George has gone through. Maybe George has suffered a variety of things that, through God's grace, I've never had to endure. It's easy for me to judge, to say "look at what a great person I am compared to this negative man." But maybe God just wants me to offer friendship and encouragement, and not judge his character.

So, if you are the praying type, pray that God will give me the ability to be consistently positive, joyful, and Christlike every month when I go see George. Pray that George will come to know Jesus as his Lord and Savior, that God would change him from the inside out. Pray that Christ will plant a seed of joy in George's heart, and that it will grow wildly and uncontrollably, covering every dry and dusty clump of negativity in his soul.

God is good - let's live that way!



Thursday, January 10, 2008

Construction



I'm a creature of habit -- aren't we all?

Every day, I drive back and forth to my job, taking the same route. And on that route, there are two construction projects.

The first project is just a few hundred yards from my house. First Baptist Simpsonville is building a new worship facility to replace the current one, built in the 70s or 80s (which replaced the original sanctuary, built around 1910!). It is an impressive structure, with classic stone and brick exterior, and stadium seating inside. Everything on the exterior has gone up since fall, and all it lacks outside is the steeple and a few shingles.

The second project is the entrance to my workplace, MARC. As part of a site beautification project, they are renovating the main entrance. Out with the old barbed wire fence and guard shack, in with a professionally landscaped gateway. The new entrance will boast an arbor, lots of shrubs/trees/plants, concrete & brick walkways, and an outdoor cafe area for employees to eat lunch.

In each of these cases, the price of the "new thing" was the destruction of the "old thing".

In the case of First Baptist, clearing the construction site meant tearing down four wonderful old houses. Those houses were all built around 1905-1910, by the same man who built our house. Since Cathy and I are "old house people", it broke our hearts to see these awesome houses bulldozed. Fortunately, we were able to work out a deal with the salvage company, and I managed to get some great parts and pieces to use in the restoration of our house.

In the case of the MARC entrance, demolition crews had to tear down fences, guard shacks, and gates, and dig up sidewalks and asphalt roadways. Plants were uprooted and thrown away, and even the huge flagpole got the heave-ho!

The reason these construction projects stand out to me is that my life is currently "under construction". I am a little past a week into 2008, and the New Years resolutions I made are going well. I have been getting to bed and to work an hour earlier, working through a great Bible study on David, and working out daily at the Michelin fitness center.

Just like real construction projects require tearing out the old, outdated things in order to make place for the new, so it has been in my life. For years, I have been all about one concept: "I am not a morning person". This was my mantra, which I would repeat to anyone who challenged me on it. No matter what, I just wasn't going to get up early.

It wasn't until this New Year's that I asked myself the classic Dr. Phil question - how's that been working for you?

The truth was, it hadn't been working too well. There were things that, year after year, needed improvement in my life, and my old solutions just weren't working. So after some prayer, I came to the conclusion that I was going to need to make some big changes, and prayed that God would help me rip out old habits and create brand new ones in their place.

So far, so good!

Come spring, I hope to see three new things in my daily routine: the towering steeple of the new First Baptist sanctuary, a professionally landscaped MARC entrance, and a new "me" (outside and inside).

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Time


This Christmas, I got a great present from my father.

Which sounds strange, since Dad passed away from Lou Gehrig's disease (ALS) several years ago... Let me explain.

First, some background. Last year, the cheapie $1 Timex watch I bought at Goodwill finally gave out. The little LCD numbers would fade in and out, and eventually were more "out" than "in", to the point where I couldn't see any numbers at all. Time for a new watch.

Now, I've always been a bit of a "frugal shopper" when it comes to watches: $25 for a Timex LCD at Walmart, and I'm good to go for the next few years. But recently, a guy I work with introduced me to the concept of "automatic" watches. Automatic watches don't use batteries like quartz watches, and they don't require winding either like antique watches did. Instead, they have a tiny little rotating weight in them which winds the watch "automatically" as your arm moves back and forth during the day. Cool, huh?

So, this fall, I bought a beautiful Seiko 5 automatic watch from a guy in Singapore off of eBay. It has been great -- stainless steel case, deep blue dial, glow in the dark hands and markers, etc. And this has led to an interest in older, non-quartz watches.

Fast-forward a few months. Christmas 2007, and I'm up in Virginia visiting my Mom. I seemed to recall that my Dad had a couple older wristwatches, so I asked her if she had kept any. She looked in his bureau, and found an old gold wristwatch buried under a bunch of stuff. It wasn't running, and I asked her if I could restore it and wear it. She said I could have it, so I brought it home.

After a bit of research, here's what I found. The watch is a swiss Wittnauer automatic from the late '50s or early '60s, with a 10k gold-filled case. It was made by the Longines-Wittnauer company, which is a well-respected make in watch collector circles. These watches were well-designed, and should run for many years without much maintenance...

Looking at the whole situation, I'm not quite sure where my recent interest in watches has come from. I do know that in 2007, more than ever before, I have become acutely aware of the rapid passage of time. The boys are grown, I'm getting a few gray hairs, the possibility of grandchildren exists in the not-too-far future, and I'm praying about what God has in store for me in the next phase of my life.

Ephesians 5:15-16 says, "See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil." It is my desire to use my time more wisely, to use the gift of time for God's glory.

So, I hope that soon, Dad's fine Swiss watch will be repaired, restored, and worn proudly on my wrist. I hope that every time I glance at it, it will remind me of my Dad, who I miss.

But more importantly, I hope that God will use it as a regular reminder that each day is a gift from Him, to be used wisely for His purposes.