Wasted education

When I was a young pup and newly married they told me I had to work and support my beautiful new bride and that if I didn't she'd drop me like a hot rock now matter HOW good looking I was. And I was!! Have you seen my hair from back then? So with fear and trembling I got a job at The Breakers Hotel and to this day I can't tell you why they hired me. (My Dad again). The first day they had me wait in the bosses outer office for 3 hours before they had me go scrape hardened scum off the pool pump room floor. Talk about make work. This went on for a year and a half but I had a chance to work with some old timers who were a wealth of knowledge about fixin' and building things. A priceless education.

Did you go to college? I did. I got good at ping pong and a beautiful wife out of the deal. Education? Aaahhh...not so much. I went 'cause my best friend Lou went, and because I wanted to be a youth minister. My wife say's "you didn't want to be a youth minister, you wanted to be a youth!". She has this way of beating around the bush... . I played a lot and studied little which was obvious to my professors and anyone who saw my report card before I stuffed it down a culvert. I loved Jesus and wanted to serve Him so I did what all little Baptist boys do who want to serve, I went to Jesus school.

I don't know, it's weird when you look back at your life and it's not at all like you imagined it might be when you started. But I look close and I so much see the hand of my Dad leading me. I've been like a blind man trying to walk on a winding path, always having to have Him reach out and grab me and pull me back onto the path. I started out thinking I'd study then speak with boldness to the masses only to learn I'm not smart (book smart that is) and can't teach to save my life (or any others). I DID learn though, that I could hammer a nail, change out a water pump and alternator, install a ceiling fan or paint a house. Not the education I had paid for but the one I needed.

I'm so tired of politics. I get this way at the end of every political season. So many mailers, commercials and posts on Facebook and Twitter. Passionate people thinking their brand of thinking will make this a better place. Yeah, maybe. Maybe not. It's really too big for me to think about. I'll vote 'cause I need to have a say but I feel like it doesn't matter because I'm just one little guy and government is, well, government. I think I can hold on...just a few...more...days....

I have a friend whom I love and admire so much but he probably doesn't know it. How would he though, I've never told him. Anyway , he's Ericson Frank and he has this group called Christians Concerned for the Community he's the director of and they do some amazing work for those in need. You know, the fixin' up kind of stuff. He posted some pictures on Facebook of a house they made over for some one. Repaired, painted, built a wheel chair ramp and so on. All volunteer. The owners seemed so happy and by the end, they knew Jesus cared and loved them. Nice

So I'm looking at all the political posts on Facebook and I just get tired. People can post, that's fine. Free country and all. But I wont read. Maybe because I don't think it matters. Or maybe I don't think Jesus really care's so why should I. I mean I do, just not that much. But then I stumble on pictures Ericson and friends as they repair these folks home and I smile so big. It's my Dad at work through those who love Him. Him governing HIS kingdom. I think that's the world I want to live in, one in which it doesn't matter who's runnin' the government. It doesn't matter of the rules are fair or not, that they favor one over another.I want to live in Ericsons world where those they serve know God favors THEM. I love those pictures. Those are the posts that change me. That bring me joy.

So I have this education, you know the one I didn't pay for, the one my Dad gave me to serve others. I've been pretty selfish with it. Probably should call the fellas over at CCC ( cccgainesville.org) and volunteer some time. What's a few hours a month? Probably a good way to share the hope that's within me.

There're probably not too many of you out there who've wasted your gift's and talents for too long like me but if you count yourself among those I'd like to say get busy. You've got things about you that can speak Jesus into someones life and it'd be such a waste if you didn't use them. And when you do, Twit or post some pictures. I know of one guy that feels good when he see's those.