BY KEVIN WELBORN
I used to play football. Now I watch NCAA and NFL games on TV and realize that if I got hit by one of those guys my wife would be receiving a nice check in the mail from our insurance company.
Because I would be dead… I wasn’t sure if I was being clear. Perhaps, you thought that I had taken out a policy that paid my wife every time I was tackled by an opponent, which conjures up the image of my wife actively rooting for me to be tackled. Maybe that isn’t too far-fetched, but I was talking about life insurance.
My least favorite day of the week during football season was the day that we would watch the film from the previous game. We could’ve defeated our opponents soundly, yet there were always things to improve upon. That part I understand, you never play a truly perfect game. The aspect of film day that drove me nuts was the rarity of a positive comment even when you completed your assignment to the letter. On that rare occasion, you received a mere “nice job”.
I’ll never forget one Friday of my freshman year.
Jeff Weddle | @anti_itcher
“Please hold for an important business call,” says the familiar recorded female voice on the telephone that recently rang in my house.
How stupid is that? Why does a place call me to put me on hold? And why do they call me every day?
I recently got a new phone number. Apparently the previous owner of this number was on a first name basis with every telemarketer in the known universe. Every day we are getting multiple calls for Mike, Tami, Max, and others. Maybe a whole universe of people previously had this number. I don’t know.
What I do know is that they keep calling me and they don’t stop. Getting telemarketing calls is annoying; repeatedly getting them for other people is nigh on infuriating.
I know you are itching to solve this problem for me. I can hear your breathing quickening, your mouth moistening, and see the smoke coming out of your churning brain-wheels. I know you want to give me advice. Advice like:
Kevin Welborn | @theKevinWelborn
'You and I are unique. Never before, or will there ever be, someone just like you. Even if you are an identical twin, there is no one exactly like you. You go with your exceptional self!
My twitter handle is @theKevinWelborn. Notice the word “the” in there. “The” is a part of speech that we call the definite article. We say THE President of the United States because there is only one person who holds that particular position. My twitter handle is a little misleading, for there are other Kevin Welborns out there. I know this, because I have searched them out on the internet.
Even though each one of us are individuals with completely distinctive lives, backgrounds, and experiences, do not make the mistake of thinking that no one else understands you. I do not mean sympathy, where one can decipher that you feel sad or downtrodden. Empathy is what I mean, an understanding of your current situation because he or she has been there as an individual.
Here is an example from my own adult life.
Megan Oaks | @MegancOaks
“Humans will hurt you, humans will lie to you, humans will let you down” -Olivia Pope; Scandal
While binge watching our new favorite show, as we so often do, my husband and I listened as Olivia gave some excellent advice to one of her “gladiators”. While this show, like most shows now televised, is not at all Biblically sound, I always love when I can pick out those little snippets of truth. I was just waiting for her to say “but God will not.” That of course would have been insane and caused a serious scandal in the television world though.
If you look up human in Webster’s dictionary you’ll see one of the synonyms listed is “mortal”. If you look up God in Webster’s, you’ll note one of the synonyms listed is “immortal”. I think we all will agree that while it is our aim to live a “Christ-like” life, we as humans are just simply not equipped with the same characteristics of God. Then, if we know that, if we can acknowledge and agree with this truth, why do we take such offense when our expectations of other humans are deflated? Are we expecting our friends and family and even strangers to immolate these Godly characteristics?
By Matt Coker / @MatthewSCoker & @BackRowBeliever
I really love my church.
It’s been given the nickname over the past decade of “the church of second chances.”
Our church looks like any other. It’s an old building with a tall pointy sanctuary and a bunch of classrooms.
But inside these walls is a church body that is hard to find in American churches today.
Our church is full of openly broken people.
Of course, all Christians are broken people to some degree, but many Christians tend to hide it when they come to church, for fear of being shunned, gossiped about, or even kicked out of the church.
My church is a place where people come to be themselves.
The majority of people in our church have had several broken marriages, drug or alcohol addictions, many over the years have even been in prison. And yet, there are no judgments, no one looks down on them, even if they are still in the process of getting clean or recovering from a bad lifestyle.
When they join the church, they aren’t discouraged from volunteering or helping with ministries, they aren’t told that they have to earn the right to serve or volunteer.
By Aaron Jeffries / FB: ajeffries1
One evening while driving with my family, I heard my boys discussing the spelling of the word “stop.” The conversation went like this:
Hayden (3 yr. old): “S-T-O-P Stop!”
Owen (2 yr. old): “NO, not that way! O-p-o-p-o-p top”
This went on forever, and eventually we made it home. The boys went to their room to play when suddenly, my oldest told the youngest that he couldn’t play with him because he spelled the word wrong and didn’t want anything to do with him. Hurt by this, my youngest decided he would never spell “stop” again! In fact, he no longer believed in spelling at all.
How often do we as older believers cause the younger ones to stumble like this?