December 30, 2005

Man•do•line also (man•do•lin)

Man•do•line also (man•do•lin) noun - [French, from Italian mandolino or mandolin] -a kitchen utensil consisting of a flat frame with adjustable cutting blades for slicing or shredding vegetables.

December 28, 2005

One Happy Preacher's Wife...

Some (one in particular) seem to be interested in the kind of joy my Christmas gift brought to preacher’ wife. I can tell you she was delighted, thrilled, and overjoyed. Since cords were out of the picture and I couldn’t find anything in the same variety that was cordless, I resorted to my memory. I had heard her say that she wanted a mandoline, so I thought that I would surprise her. I didn’t even know she could play one, but I went to the music store anyway. They said it would have to be ordered and could not possibly arrive until after Christmas. Later that day when I was telling one of her friends that she wanted a mandoline but the music store would have to order it, I was informed that I needed to go to Williams-Sonoma and ask if they had one. Now by this time I was totally confused. I figured her friend knew what she was talking about, so I stopped by and ask if they had one. Sure enough they had only one and it was wrapped and on a display table so I bought it. Needless to say on Christmas Eve when she opened it she was surprised and delighted and I was surprised, informed and embarrassed. And this was just her Christmas Eve gift. It got better on Christmas day. I will tell you about that later. Pictured is a La Mandoline. To be purchased at a cooking store not a music store.

December 27, 2005

My favorite Christmas lights...

The wise man Solomon said, “...there is a time for everything.” A time to rejoice, a time to embrace, a time to give, a time to celebrate. Therefore, I love Christmas time. I love the family. I love the family getting together at Christmas time. I love the sights, the sounds, the smells, the lights, and even the tree. But when I think of Christmas lights I think my favorite ones are the tail-lights on the cars as the kids leave for home. Though it was a wonderful time of joy and celebration, there is also a time for everyone to go home. I am now in recovery.

December 25, 2005

I Grew up in this church...

This is the First Baptist Church Howe, Texas. My brother-in-law and sister, Dale and Kat Stacy who live in Garner, NC sent me this picture for my collection.

Good Morning and Merry Christmas to all....

It’s 5:30 A.M. CST and most of the children in this time zone are awake or will be waking soon. My eyes opened about 4 A.M. I thought about waking preacher’s wife, but for health reasons (mine not hers), I decided to let her sleep. So here I sit with a cup of coffee waiting for brunch and a ballgame. My prayer is that each of you will have a very Merry Christmas and a healthy and prosperous New Year.

December 19, 2005

OOPS!

Preacher’s wife saw my blog and made one simple statement. “It better not have a cord!” Now she tells me. What is it with women and cords? So now I have to go back to Wal-Mart and look for a cordless iron. I have had it with shopping for her. I should have followed my first instinct and got her the Home Depot Gift Card.

December 16, 2005

Two Granddaughters Move Closer To Their Poppy

Three of the five precious grandchildren live in Denver, but these two have moved to Kyle, Texas.

December 15, 2005

Mission Accomplished!

Well, I was successful in finding preacher’s wife a Christmas gift my first trip to Wal-Mart, thanks to the Online Circular. I also got it at a big savings. I had just forgotten how many wonderful things that big store has to choose from. I guess that is the advantage of living near one of those super size stores. It was not crowded at all. I thought the store would be overflowing with people doing their Christmas shopping, but I guess the advantage I had was by going at 4 o’clock in the morning. Through the years people have ask me why I get up so early? Well, now you know. There are so many advantages to getting up while it is still dark outside. One, the phone never rings. Two, preacher’s wife is still sleeping and has nothing for me to do. And now you know, once a year I get to do my Christmas shopping where I don’t have to fight to park and the store is never crowded. Try it, you might like it.

December 13, 2005

Another Funny Christmas Story

The story is told of a little boy who wanted a big red bike for Christmas, so he wrote Santa a letter:

Dear Santa: I have been a good boy. I have done my chores and homework. I have obeyed my mom and dad. Please leave me a big red bike. Well, he got to thinking about it and decided that wasn’t enough, so he wrote a letter to Jesus:

Dear Jesus: I really want a big red bike for Christmas. I have attended church, learned my lessons, and obeyed the commandments. Then he got to thinking that might not be enough. So he crept downstairs, went over to the family manger scene and very carefully lifted the Mary out of the scene, and crept back up the stairs. He wrapped the figure of Mary in Kleenex and tucked her away in the back of the closet. Then he continued his letter to Jesus. “And if you ever want to see your mother again….”

December 11, 2005

A good Christmas laugh...

A university professor from Salt Lake City conducted an experiment at Christmas time, several years ago. He randomly selected six hundred names from telephone directories from several major cities and sent Christmas cards to each of them. His return address was included on the card, and he received an amazing one hundred and seventeen responses from the 600 cards sent to perfect strangers.

One replied, “I just got out of the hospital, and how good it was to hear from a longtime wonderful friend!” (Must have had amnesia!)

Another said, “We had difficulty at first remembering who you were, but after some thought, we remembered. Please give our love to your father. He is a wonderful man.” (What creative memories!)

One reply was unexpected, “It was really great to hear from you again. We will be in Salt Lake City this summer, and if you have a spare room, we would like to stay with you two or three days!” (That’s what friends are for!)

December 8, 2005

Let the shopping begin...

I am going shopping tomorrow for the preacher’s wife. I have given it a lot of thought and still can’t come up with anything to get her. What do you get a women who has everything or access to anything she wants? I think the most humiliating thing about this event will be having to ask her for the money. You see, I haven’t signed a check or seen the balance of our accounts for over ten years. She said years ago that I could keep the deposit slips and she would keep the checks. I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to that. So, I will head out bright and early before Wal-Mart gets crowded. I am sure they will have something she likes, and I will know it when I see it. Another good thing about shopping there is she can exchange it on one of her daily visits. I told her some time ago that I wanted to be buried under a tree in the Wal-Mart parking lot. That way I would be sure she would visit me often. I will keep you posted.

December 6, 2005

Happy Anniversary?????

I arrived home safely, but not in time to save myself from all that was spent on Christmas. It seems like all the shopping took place while I was away. I have yet to see the check book, and the credit card bill has not arrived. I am sure my arrival home would have been more welcoming if I had not asked to to see all the receipts and the checkbook first. I can’t mention it today because this is our 37th wedding anniversary and it needs to be a peaceful day around the house. I think I will take her out for a nice dinner this evening and in my subtle way see if I can get her to confess. But truthfully, I don’t think it will work. Thirty-seven years is too long to live with a person and not know all their subtle ways.

December 3, 2005

You better get out of that mall and get home...

We just finished the Pastor's Conference in Ethiopia and I am in London anxiously awaiting my flight home. Sure, I missed her, and I missed him (that is my wife and dog), but to be quite honest, my main concern at the moment is son of a preacher's wife and what she may be doing at the mall. You see, I left home the day after Thanksgiving and have had no way of monitoring her Christmas shopping which equals Christmas spending. I can only hope that God has shown favor on me and curtailed her spending.

November 24, 2005

Ethiopia bound...

I had a wonderful Thanksgiving day with the family. I leave tomorrow for Ethiopia. This will be my first time to Ethiopia and the last international ministry trip for this year. For those who might be interested in our ministry, I would invite you to bookmark our ministry website in your favorite places. The site is Christian Fellowship International. I will be posting pictures and updates during the trip. So check the site every few days. I am not sure if I can get out of Ethiopia on the internet. But I will return to England on December 3 and will post for sure then. Ron

November 23, 2005

Mixed emotions...

Well, I am two-thirds happy today. You see, tomorrow is Thanksgiving and only two out of my three children will be home. I understand jobs can cause your children to live on the other side of the world. I also understand having to share them with the other side of the family. I just don’t like it. I miss the kids more on special holidays now than ever before. A parent’s idea of holiday happiness changes as the kids grow up. You see, when they lived at home, after the special event and the big meal, they were still home, and I was happy. But now after the special event and the meal, they live too far away to go home, so you get to enjoy more things for a longer period of time, and then they eventually go home, and that is something else you get to enjoy. This weekend I neither get to enjoy them staying or going, because I leave for Ethiopia on Friday morning. Boy, I sure hate to miss Christmas shopping the day after Thanksgiving.

November 21, 2005

Ungrateful! Ungrateful! Ungrateful!

At this time of the year when we all are reminded to be thankful, I wish somebody would remind son of a preacher’s wife. Every year I faithfully offer my services to help her in the kitchen. I don’t mean just cleaning up afterwards. Anybody can do that. Every year I take my place in front of the oven door and make myself available to give instructions, to organize, to taste and generally to get things done more efficiently. And every year I am rejected. She is not even subtle with her words of rejection. Last year one of the children over heard her mention something about her handgun. Look, I thought wives liked for their husbands to help without having to be nagged. I don’t get it. Does she think just because I don’t offer to help any other time of the year that I am incapable? Who knows what she thinks? I just know come this Thursday morning, I will be back in front of the oven again, faithfully offering my services.

November 18, 2005

A church that is changing lives in their community...

Anne and I just returned from Houston where we attended the 6th Annual Culture Shapers Awards Banquet. Culture Shapers is an art program for all High School Students in Harris, Waller, Liberty, Chambers, Galveston, Brazoria, Fort Bend and Montgomery counties. If you attend High School in one of these counties - you are eligible to compete for more than $100,000 in cash prizes! This community outreach to High School students was started six years ago by LRC (Liberty Revival Church). I was touched deeply as I heard young people tell how Culture Shapers had effected and changed their lives as they prepare for their future. WOW! My hat is off to Ernie and Lyn Fitzpatrich, Shawn and Kay Hesketh, all the corporate sponsors, and the many, many people at LRC that make this possible. Visit Culture Shapers website.

November 10, 2005

Man's Best Friend...

Now don’t get me wrong. I don't hate dogs. In fact I have one myself. I even talk to him. I just don’t ask him questions expecting him to answer me. They say a dog is a man’s best friend. I guess that all depends on the man and the dog. We have a 3 year old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. He’s simply a lap dog. He eats, sleeps and waits to be petted. He barks only when he wants a piece of ice to chew on. He makes little or no demands. In fact he gives the me most affection of anyone in the family. When I come home from a long trip, he meets me at the door and runs in circles until I sit down and let him give me a big slobbery kiss. At times, I feel like walking out the back door and around the house and coming in the front again, just so I can feel loved and get another kiss. So I have found him to be a best friend. He serves me well. When I am going over my sermon he lays in the floor and sleeps. It makes it feel just like I am preaching in church, with little or no response coming from the pews. He usually wakes up when I am finished and expects to be petted. The more I think about it, it’s exactly like church.

November 7, 2005

I never said I was funny...

Someone got word to me that they were through with my blog because I wasn’t funny anymore. This blog wasn’t created for me to be funny. It was created for me to simply let off steam. If you want funny, buy a Chris Rock or Larry the Cable Guy CD. That’s what I do for funny. If I were funny I would be rich. But instead, I am sitting here in San Antonio operating a Rest Home for my father-in-law, and older sister, who needs to get a job. She has this dog that she talks to like it is a real person. It is a stupid little dog that is dumber than a box of rocks. The sad thing is, the dog's master (master used loosely) believes the dog is trained because it knows its name. It is pretty easy to see who is the smartest when the master does what the dog wants. So you see, this only proves that this blog was created for me to let off steam.

November 4, 2005

A hunting we will go...

I am leaving now for the Rio Grande Valley to duck hunt and preach, in that order. All ducks and parishioners BEWARE! I must say, the ducks are much safer. I guess if there is anything I enjoy doing, it would be duck hunting. Now I am not the greatest outdoors-man, but I do prefer duck hunting over deer hunting. Don’t get me wrong, I deer hunt, but you can sit all day and not even get a shot off. I have yet to go duck hunting and not use a box or two of shells, ducks or no ducks.

November 3, 2005

Almost Finished

For you who have been following the new addition to our house saga, I thought I would give you an update. You have heard so much of my moaning and complaining, that I thought you deserved an update. We should finish in the next 10 days. For this I am so thankful. Someone ask me the other day what I had learned from this building project. I really haven’t had time to give it that much thought. I have realized that I haven’t overcome all my use of off colored slang. I seem to be victorious in the area of not using profanity, but in the course common language of the day department, I have failed on several occasions. Now if this greatly concerns you, and you feel my soul is in jeopardy, you can pray for me. In fact just go ahead pray for me anyway.

November 1, 2005

When a man loves a woman...

No sooner than I walked in the door, son of a preacher’s wife handed me a long list of things to do. I thought, how insensitive can anyone be? It was then she told me that she needed a vacation from all the dog, house, and plumber problems. So the next day she got online and booked a flight to Kentucky to see an old girlfriend. I thought to myself, I am going to get a five day reprieve, whatever will I do with all that free time. Well, she wasn’t gone 24 hours before I became like our dog Bo who mopes around the house looking for her in every room. Here I sit pining away counting the days until she returns. How can anyone be so madly in love with a woman after 37 years of marriage. I can’t promise what I will say or write tomorrow, but for now, I wish I had a list of things to do for her.

October 30, 2005

Why son of a preacher's wife should have her own blog.

This is an article that son of a preacher’s wife submitted to Word4Winners. She is one of the wittiest people I know, not to mention she probably has the best outlook on life of anyone that I have ever met. And just to think she married me. WOW!

Who's Doing This To Me?
By Anne Corzine
 
To put it mildly we have been having some construction issues. In May we started a project that should have been finished in 6 weeks. It is now mid October and not only is the project not finished, but we have had to replace the breakfast room ceiling because of water damage caused by the negligence of the first contractor. He also got away with some of our money, but thankfully the little bit of work he  
did was good and didn’t have to be replaced.

My husband’s sister and her 10-month-old miniature dachshund have been living with us since July. They were supposed to be in the addition that is being built, but are in the guest room upstairs. Our backyard landscaping is a mess because of all the construction and the grass in the front yard all died because of the record heat and had to be replaced. Two weeks ago most of Ron’s tools were stolen out of the storage shed and last Sunday afternoon, I heard a thud and then the distinct sound of spraying water coming from somewhere in the entry way. When I opened the front door to make sure the spraying sound wasn’t coming from the sprinkler system, the dachshund shot out between my legs and led me on a 45-minute chase through several neighborhoods. The plumber came the next day and found that the leak was in the foundation so we now have a lot of brand new pipes. Why is this happening to me? Who is doing this? Is God trying to teach me something or is the devil after me? I have given it a great deal of thought. I know it’s not God or He would have told me. It’s not the devil either. Most Christians give him way too much credit. You know what it is? It’s just life. Stuff happens. And when it does, we get to choose how we respond. I responded by having brownies and ice cream for supper.

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October 28, 2005

Keep moving boy...

I have been sitting for a couple of days trying my best to get the creative juices flowing. It is somewhat like preparing a sermon and preaching. You love it , and you may even have a lot within stored up to say, but nothing comes. I mean zip, nada, nothing. It is just as well since son of a preachers wife just walked in and handed me a long list of things to do on this darn room addition. This room addition is somewhat like my sermons. You think it will never come to an end. Just like some people have heard about all the sermons they want to hear for a lifetime, I have had about all the room additions I want for my lifetime. But remember this, when you think you have had about as much of anything as you want, someone will come along to remind you there is more. Got to run, she just passed by and gave me a let’s get moving look.

October 25, 2005

I'M BACK!!

I am sure hundreds of you, if not thousands, have been checking my blog daily for a new entry and have been so disappointed. I just returned home from England and Bulgaria. It was a great ministry trip and was very productive. I find the ministry side of my traveling a bit more relaxing these days, but as far as the physical side of traveling, that is a whole different story. Well, it’s good to be home for a few weeks and to be able to enjoy Thanksgiving with the family. I will make a trip to Ethiopia before Christmas and I will be through with my international ministry trips for this year. I actually might be able to write something in a day or two that makes sense, but for now I am dealing with jet lag. Now, where are those Tylenol PM?

October 19, 2005

To all the girls I've ever loved

This blog speaks of all the girls I’ve ever loved beginning December 6, 1968. Well, it really started in May of that same year. I was working night shift at an Exxon service station (real service, oil checking, window washing and all) and one evening a car pulled in for fuel. When I went to the window to ask what I could do for the customer, there SHE was. She was a 15 year old high school student in my hometown. In such a small town with such a small high school, how could I have ever missed her? Maybe I was looking for an older woman. Anyway, it was love at first sight. OK. Maybe it was lust, but whatever, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I wanted to sleep in her bed and I wanted her to have my children. Well, the bed sleeping part and children bearing part didn’t start then, but I asked if I could see her again. Much to my surprise, she said yes.  We started dating and I could not go a day without seeing her. She was in my thoughts continually. I wanted to marry her, but she was just 15 years old and an only child. We dated for about 6 months and then I popped the question. She said yes again. We then went to work on her parents. I remember having supper with them every night for 3 months and I am sure they felt the only way to stop me from eating with them everyday was to give me their daughter in marriage. It worked!  On December 6, 1968 we were married.  I have sleep in her bed now for 37 years and she still excites me. She has given me wonderful children and has done a fantastic job in raising them. That leads to the other women in my life that I have, do, and will always love—Amy, our oldest daughter, and Marlie, our youngest. Then there is Laureen, Lenzy, and Chloe my precious granddaughters (will write later about my grandsons). How can a man be so blessed? Anyway, I am, and I rejoice for these loves of my life.

October 13, 2005

Happy Birthday to me

Here I sit on my 56th birthday enjoying life. I feel the same, look the same, and have decided that today I will do the same as yesterday, with one exception. I have decided today that I will not give Son of a Preacher’s wife a hard time. In fact I am going to be very nice. I think I will take her to lunch or dinner and wine and dine her. She deserves a day off, and to be honest, I am looking forward to her taking me to Home Depot and buying me some tools for my birthday. You can see I have no ulterior motives at work. Tomorrow, I will leave for London for my end of the year ministry trip. She loves it when I travel. I think it has to do with not having to wait on me hand and foot. She actually will get 10 days off. I think wives and moms have it hard even though they rarely complain. Notice, I said rarely. I think it is the nature of a wife and mom to serve, wait on their husbands and children, and hopefully rarely complain. In my book, no one does that better than Son of a Preacher’s wife. She is a high impact, low maintenance servant through and through. What has come over me? Why and I talking like this? Maybe down inside me there is a soft, sensitive, caring person. No, that couldn’t be it. Maybe it is the Lord reminding me that I need to be thankful. Yes, that’s what it is.
To God be the glory and to Anne be much praise for who she is, and what she does. Forever and ever. A-MEN

October 12, 2005

How do you spell r-e-l-i-e-f?

Son of a Preacher’s wife has had me going from daylight to dark trying to finish this room addition. Somehow it is my fault that the sheet rock men didn’t show, or the plumber left early without finishing the job. Look I said, “What do you expect. I can only do so much.” Well, this Friday I board a plane for London preach three times there, and then on to Bulgaria for a leaders conference, then back to London for another weekend service. As you can see I will be very busy for the next ten days. The romance of traveling has long faded after 3 million frequent flier miles. As much as I love ministering to people, traveling can be a pain. I have found that going through customs and security, dressing and undressing for the world to see, and trying to find your luggage on an international flight can be hell. Now when I travel I always miss my wife, my dog, and our home. Usually, I can't hardly wait to get back home. I am sure it will be true of this trip as well, but for now spelling r-e-l-i-e-f is getting as far from that room addition as possible.

October 8, 2005

A suitable helper...

I think there is a phrase that goes something like this, “A woman works from sun to sun, but a man’s work is never done.“ Truer words have never been spoken. You may remember my wife’s dining room ceiling falling in during the time of our new room addition upstairs. It seemed the contractor believed the weatherman’s report that it wasn’t going to rain, so he didn’t cover that part of the house. Big mistake! Anyway, the dining room was finished this week. So son of a preacher’s wife said, ”Honey, I would like for you to hang my shelves for my teapots.“ I said, ”I thought you wanted me to install the hot water heater upstairs.“ ”Oh, that too she said, as well as clean up the yard when the builders finish today. And don’t forget that trash around by the side of the house.“ Now you have to understand what I am not conveying here is the tone in her voice when she said these things. Well, here I sit having done all the above and waiting for the next words of instruction. Have I ever mentioned, I just love serving that woman? The Bible was right when it says, I was designed by God to be her suitable helper. Got to run, I hear her calling my name. Bye for now.

October 6, 2005

Painting is not my expertise...

I am not sure if I quit writing because people quit reading, or people quit reading because I quit writing. Anyway, I have to post something to move that picture of me with the clown nose down the page. Have you ever seen anything so ridiculous. Son of a Preacher’s wife thought it would be cute with the article. The things I do to make her happy. She also suggested we take a few days vacation and go to Ft. Worth and paint our daughter and son-in-laws living and dining room. You have to understand I will not even paint our own home. I hire things like that done. But since she insisted, and I don’t know any painters in Ft. Worth to hire, and did I mention she insisted. Well, here I am in Ft. Worth painting. I should finish soon and head home to enjoy a few days vacation. These vacations that take me away from my office in San Antonio have to stop. This ought to be enough writing to let both of you know I haven’t fallen slipped off the globe.

September 28, 2005

No more playing games...

I got on a plane Monday after an enjoyable trip to Albuquerque. I did my usual. I went to the back of the plane and took my aisle seat. In a little while, two nice young ladies made their way down the aisle and asked if the seats next to me were taken. Of course I got up and let them take their seats. We made small talk for awhile, then during the flight I decided it was time to play my little traveling game. This is where I offer to give anyone fifty dollars if they can guess my vocation. People have guessed attorney, teacher, and even Texas oil tycoon. So now feeling comfortable in our conversation, I gave the young ladies a chance to win some money. They thought about the question, and I could see they were reviewing our conversation and looking me up and down to how I was dressed. I guess it was because I travel a lot, had on boots and jeans, and of course talk with a mean country accent, that one of the ladies said, “I know what you do, you’re a rodeo clown.” Well, you guessed it, this put an end to my little traveling game. Though I didn’t loose fifty dollars, I now, after all these years, have lost my desire to play this little game. I liked it a lot better when I was a rich Texas oil tycoon.

September 26, 2005

Spelling was never my forte...

I really love Albuquerque. The Sandia Mts. are just beautiful. The weather is great (hardly any humidity). And now just when I learned how to spell Albuquerque, I have to head back to Texas. As many of you know we have a Christian Fellowship Church in Albuquerque, and I visit there about three times a year. I always enjoy my time with Eddie and Mary Ann Howard. We have been friends for many years now. Well, I better get out of bed and get moving. I am sure Son of a Preacher’s Wife will have something for me to do on the new room addition when I get home. I just love serving that woman. I can just hear it now, “Hi Honey, welcome home! Hurry and pet the dog, remember you have been gone four days. You need to run to Home Depot to get the insulation because the man who is to install it will be here in just a few minutes, and fill up my car with gas on the way before the price goes up again, and don’t forget to clean the windshield.” “Yes dear, your wish is my command.” Just can’t wait to get back home.

September 24, 2005

Football is only a game...

Here I am in Albuquerque with my good friend Eddie Howard watching TCU play BYU. It is a showdown between the Mormons and the Christians. I am not sure what the outcome will be on the football field, but in other arenas with them I am much more confident. Now don’t get me wrong I think there are some very good people who are Mormons. In fact some probably outshine a lot of Christians in their conduct and behavior. But the question is not who is better on the football field or even the moral arena of life, but who embraces Jesus Christ as the Son of God. Not drinking coffee is one thing, but not acknowledging and trusting Jesus as the Son of God, the Lord and Savior of the world is quite another. Now most of you, or shall I say the two of you who read my blog know that I am not usually this straight-forward, but like the Bible says, “Let God be true and ever man and man-made religion a liar.” I know a lot of people will say this is not religiously correct, but I am not just talking about being religiously correct, but rather theologically honest and Biblically correct. I guess it all comes down to which book you believe. Well, the final score is BYU 50 TCU 51 but remember, football is only a game.

September 19, 2005

To my children...

Philip--You were the first. I learned with you that you could love a child more than life. And I do. You’ve always been my favorite. I wrestled and played with you first. You also were the first child I ever spanked. Though it was tough, it needed to be done. I learned with you that a son can be more mature than his dad and a better father, leader and man. I know God will use you greatly to touch your world. Know this: I love you the most.

Amy--You were the first little girl. With you I learned that no two children are alike. I discovered with you that there is no end to affection and loving sensitivity. You are so kind, so warm, so loving, and such a servant. You are a wonderful pastor’s wife and mother. You have the best voice of all your siblings. Don’t tell your brother this. Your little sister already knows. None can compare to you. And you are my favorite--even though you find this hard to believe, it’s true. Yes, I tell others this. Know this: I love you the most.

Marlie--Though you came later and last, you were not an after thought. As you have always known you were my favorite. And I realize you do believe this. You are organized, creative, disciplined, diligent and thoughtful. You have a way of remembering the little things. And it is the little things in life that add up. Others would say you are spoiled, but you and I know better. You are not spoiled, you just had special needs. Know this: I love you the most.

September 17, 2005

The day that is before me...

I am not quite sure why I woke up at 4 a.m. I think it might have something to do with going to bed at 8 p.m. It also could have something to do with the day that is before me. You see we still have the project of the new addition to our house in progress. Of course my wife is seeing to it that it remains a work in progress. I worked all day until I was exhausted. I came in, cleaned up, had dinner, and sat down to relax. The first thing I heard after dinner was, “what are you going to do tomorrow?” Tomorrow! I said. “Woman haven’t you heard the Scripture that says, take no thought for tomorrow, that each day has enough trouble of its own.“ Needless to say she wasn’t in the mood to talk about Scripture and I wasn’t in the mood to talk about tomorrow, so we sat together quietly and watched television. Even though there was no mention of tomorrow, I knew that tomorrow would soon be upon me. Well, here it is tomorrow, and I am up at 4 a.m. All I can think about is her waking up in a few hours with that little smile, and hearing her say, “Are you ready to get started?” I should know by now after living with her for 37 years you don’t get ready, you stay ready. So here I sit, all dressed and ready to begin her day.

September 13, 2005

Distant Cousins...

I was told by Mom and Dad that they had seven children, but I just don't see it. There just could not possibly have been seven of us. Maybe the others were distant cousins due to the resemblance, but my siblings, I don't think so. The more I think about it there could have been two of us, but no more. Don't get me wrong, they are all nice people who have made a good life for themselves and as distant cousins any family would be proud to claim them. They say that blood is thicker than water and that is one of the reasons I invited my distant cousin Nancy to live with us. As far as cousins goes she is great. She is a hard worker, and has a great sense of humor. She is very resilient. She is a survivor of breast cancer twice in ten years. Her friends tell her she doesn't march to the same beat as the rest of the world. I guess they mean that as a compliment, but I would say she is a little eccentric and off beat. As you know my wife's father lives with us and now Nancy. She is a nice addition to our convalescent home. Her and Mr. Lupher get along rather well. Personally I love it because they both sleep a lot.

September 9, 2005

Mount Calm

Being the son of a country preacher and a country boy myself, I enjoy traveling the back roads of Texas. Much of my ministry takes me to rural churches in Texas, so I travel to and through some interesting places. A few weeks ago (Aug 27 Glory Bound) I wrote about Glory, Texas. Then of course on Interstate 10 out of San Antonio I discovered two towns called Welfare and Comfort. Though I mean no disrespect I get a lot of mileage preaching about these places. Yesterday, while traveling to Longview I came out of Waco on Highway 31E and low and behold if I didn't come to Mount Calm. Of course, I pulled over took a picture and sat there for a few minutes. I got to thinking that if there is really Calm in Mount Calm a lot of people I know ought to at least visit the place if not move there. Well, I gotta run. As Willie would sing, I am on the road again.

September 8, 2005

Feel better now...

What do you mean, where have I been? I have a job you know! I can't just sit around and write blogs all day. And the real truth is who would read them? I cannot think of anyone who would give a rip about where I have been or what I have been doing, but in case there is one, I will tell you. Anne and I went to Houston on Labor Day to be with our friends Ernie and Lyn Fitzpatrick. They were having an open house celebration for the renovation of their church. We had a great time. I leave today for Longview to be with Pastor David Benson for the weekend, then Anne will meet me in Dallas Sunday evening to have dinner with our daughter and son-in-law. Now I bet you feel better since I told you that. The addition to our house is about half way finished. I will write soon and bring you up to speed on that once sensitive subject. Truthfully the pain is just about gone.

September 3, 2005

KISS-Keep It Simple Saints

I try not to make this blog preachy, but from time to time I can't help myself. Let me give you this scripture I have been thinking about.
Paul said, "...I am afraid that just as Eve was deceived by the serpent's cunning, your minds may somehow be led astray from your sincere and pure devotion to Christ." (2 Corinthians 11:3, NIV). The King James Version says, "...corrupted or led astray from the simplicity that is in Christ."
No one ever wants to admit that they are, or could ever be, deceived. But one of the greatest deceptions today is Christians being led astray from our simple, sincere and pure devotion to Christ. The opposite of simple is complex or complicated. Someone once said that God takes complicated things and makes them simple while man takes simple things and makes them complicated. I've decided for me, simple is the way to go. In fact for me, simple is the only way I can go. I am going to make my aim and goal for the rest of my life---loving God and loving others. Monitoring people's giving, conduct, and church attendance is not how I want to spend my time. Say what you want, but I am at peace with God and myself.

September 2, 2005

The Undeserved Paddling...

My memory took me back to Howe, Texas today. Howe is a small rural town in north central Texas. It has grown some but still remains a bedroom community to Sherman which is 8 miles north on highway 75. It was where I grew up and attended Howe Elementary and Howe High School. For some strange reason, I was thinking about all the paddlings I got, one in particular. It was the only one that I can think of that I didn't deserve. I know you're thinking, "but what about all those you didn't get that you did deserve?" You are so right. Why do we tend to focus on the things we think we got unjustly, and forget about all the things we got by with? I think it may have to do with entitlement. For whatever reason we start to feel we are entitled to certain things. Certain treatment, benefits or blessings. It is not entitlement we need, but grace. I am not sure about paddlings, but God certainly knows what we need and gives to us abundantly, not because we deserve it, but because he knows what's best and desires to bless us. Who knows, maybe I did deserve it after all.

August 31, 2005

March of the Penguins

I am not one given to what I perceive to be a children's movie, so I didn't rush out to see March of the Penguins. But what the heck, I have been wrong before. I think you will find this movie quite inspiring.

This is the story of one year in the life of an emperor penguin flock - and one couple in particular - as they trek across the Antarctic on an annual journey that involves about every major life experience, from birth to death, from dating to mating, from comedy to tragedy, and from love to fight for survival. (excerpt from movie guide)

We humans could learn a lot from the penguins. The penguins faithfully go about their duties, marching back and forth to and from the ocean, a long and difficult march in the cold on which many of them perish, yet none complain. They just do it. No whining, no trying to sneak out of the pack and find a shortcut, no escaping, no giving up. They just do what they're supposed to do.

We humans have a tendency to make life more complicated than it needs to be. The penguins don't expect to be mentally challenged. They don't need a new toy or fad to keep them going. The penguins don't expect individual attention. They don't expect praise for their jobs. They just do what they have to do. I think I may have found a sermon in this movie, but I am sure I will need to practice a few more of the penguins characteristics before I preach it.

August 29, 2005

Country Boy and Country Roads

I am headed home to San Antonio today. I had a great weekend in Paris (Texas that is). I love the people there. There is something about the rural areas of our state and our nation that excites me. Oh, don't get me wrong I love the big cities and I can get excited about them as well. But there is something about the rural area and the country that take me back to my roots. You see I didn't grow up in the big city so I had to adapt. I had to learn how to drive, to be patient while driving, and not give signals or any kind of hand signs or motions to other drivers. I find in the rural areas people are not in such a big hurry. Most will even pull over on the shoulder of the road to let you pass. There just seems to be always plenty of time to Git-R-Done. Speaking of Git-R-Done, if you live in the north or even in a southern city, let me say that everyone who lives in the country is not a redneck. Though some see it as a real badge of honor, I think I prefer just being a good ole country boy.

August 27, 2005

Glory Bound

While here in Paris (Texas that is), I decided to take a ride through the countryside and see if I could find any old churches to photograph. You will not believe what I found! You almost have to be an evangelical or at least a protestant to understand this. As a small boy it seemed all I heard about at church was glory. We sang, Glory Glory Hallelujah, and Glory to His Name, then the preacher would preach about our going to Glory some day. Well, I made it, much to my surprise. My friend and I were driving down farm to market road 1497 in Lamar County Texas, in the middle of the afternoon. It was hotter than Hell. We rounded a corner and there she was---Glory. I could hardly believe my eyes. Just a mile into Glory and it came to me. I had been right all along. Glory was in Texas, and the only church in Glory was the Glory Baptist Church. Praise the Lord, brother. You have to know my humor to enjoy this post.
SoaP
Son of a Preacher

August 26, 2005

I love Paris...

Here I am in Paris (Texas that is). I am visiting one of our Christian Fellowship Churches www.cficonnection.com.. If you are unfamiliar with the lay of the land in Texas, you will find Paris on Highway 82 between Texarkana and Sherman, along the Red River. I love it when I tell people that I need a little rest this weekend, so I am going to pop over and spend a few days in Paris. Now Paris is a nice quaint little town. The people are laid back and very friendly. It is for sure there will be no traffic problems or long lines at Wal-Mart. Since one can see all of Paris in two hours, I will catch up on some reading and sermon preparation, as well as spending some quality time with my friend Paul Dearinger. Have a great weekend!

August 24, 2005

The Liberty Bar...

I had dinner with my lawyer friend last night. You see, every real, raw, relevant, and radical preacher needs his own personal lawyer. We went to an old place here in San Antonio called the Liberty Bar. It is everything you are thinking right now. We enjoyed a great meal and shared a fine bottle of wine. We try to get together every couple of weeks so we don't fall behind in talking about all the good things that's happening in our lives. I brought him up to speed on the Disappearing Builder, who I say I have forgiven, but can't seem to quit talking about him. I may have to just practice some of what I preach. We also talked about our jobs, our families, and our future. On my way home I got to thinking about how blessed I am to have so many wonderful friends. I am talking about real friends, the kind that stay with you a lifetime. "Lord, I am so thankful for all the great friends you've given me. Bless em all today. A-Men!" Oh yea Bruce! Happy Birthday today.

August 23, 2005

Just journaling...

I decided this past weekend to ride my motorcycle to my preaching engagement. It was only a two hour journey so what the heck. I packed my preachin duds (boots and jeans) and I was off. Boy, was it ever hot. But the good thing about it was I saved on gas. The bad thing is I got the sunburn of my life. But the over all experience was great. I didn't realize just how much I loved the open road. Once on the highway I began to think about what my ole granddad would think about my mode of transportation, since he rode a horse to the country churches where he preached. Yes, times have changed, but there are some things that should never change, like a good attitude and a grateful heart.

August 22, 2005

I see you found me...

Sorry for the inconvenience. I just wanted to make sure that all my posts were stored on my server. So you will now need to make a new bookmark for this page and delete the old one. The new one should be www.sonofapreacher.com.

Ron

From the Mountain to the Wilderness..

I am to much of a people person to ever give myself totally to solitude or isolation. But as I wrote in my last blog, I throughly love being alone. I am not one who thinks that solitude has to be total separation or isolation from the world. I do think there needs to be a healthy balance in our lives though. I am reminded of Jesus and his disciples on the Mt. of Transfiguration. The disciples were caught up in the presence of the heavenly trio and just wanted to build some permanent dwelling places and stay there. I have known times like this myself, but not as often as I would like. I admit sometimes my desire for isolation is not to get alone with God, but rather to get away from people. In Psalm 55, David said, "Oh that I had wings like a dove then I would fly away and be at rest, indeed, I would wander far off, and remain in the wilderness." Have your ever felt like that? I have on many occasions, but the delusion is that you will be at rest if you get away from people. Rest is only found in knowing and carrying His presence wherever you go. Here I go preaching to myself again.

August 20, 2005

New Age...No way!

I love sitting on the back porch contemplating and meditating. This seems to be a lost art in a world drunk on activity and busyness. I can become busy with the best, but the older I get, the more I have come to realize that success is not found in busyness. Of course I am not promoting inactivity or slothfulness, but there is no true success apart from meditation. Few are willing to risk any down time for fear of falling behind in their pursuit of happiness and prosperity. True happiness, prosperity, and fulfillment can only be found in thinking on right things, then acting. If the thinking is faulty the actions that follow will be faulty. Solitude is a wonderful thing. It can be a great stress reliever, adding years to your life. When I began the discipline of meditation it would, and often still does, take me quite sometime to slow my mind down. My mind was so undisciplined and in need of training. Now to all my friends who think I am into the New Age Movement, be at peace. I am only obeying the Bible. Another thing I have discovered is, it's easier to fight and criticize something right and good than just do it. You might read Joshua 1:8, Psalm 1:1-5 or Philippians 4:8. Have a great day!

August 17, 2005

Reason for not blogging...

Some have written and others have called as to why I haven't posted in a couple of days. Many of you will remember the saga of the not so dependable builder (July 27, July 30 post). To make a long story short, I fired him! He had taken my roof off the house and then slowed the project down even more. He failed to cover the open roof and it rained. You know the rest of the story. Due to the heavy rain and major leaking, the ceiling over the dining room caved in. Picture if you will big buckets everywhere. Can you see it? Now see a mop bucket and me with a mop in hand, mopping all the places we didn't have enough buckets for. The builder didn't call to ask how we were doing, or if there was anything he could do to help. In fact he didn't call or come by at all. So after a week of little or no activity, I did the only Christian thing left to do, I fired his butt. Now my house is still in a mess and I am looking for a new builder, but I feel great. As you can see I have been pre-occupied. Sorry to disappoint anyone for my not blogging. Please be patient with me. I will do better.

August 15, 2005

Wedding Bells...

You know that time is passing rather quickly when you are standing before the young bride and groom that you dedicated to the Lord as babies just a few years ago. This thought of time passing so quickly hit me hard this weekend when I was performing a wedding in Harlingen for Levi Burns and Brooke Miller. Our first pastorate was the First Baptist Church in Combes, Texas. It was the year 1976. I was just a kid myself. The Burns family was another young couple like Anne and me with small children. The groom was Levi their first born. The bride was Brooke the first born of Moose and Lori Miller, another young couple of years gone by. I never dreamed of Brooke and Levi meeting at the marriage altar. But here they were all grown up handsome and beautiful standing before me. Well it was a beautiful ceremony but it left me emotionally drained as my thoughts kept going back to what only seemed to be a few short years ago. Anyway, I have a few months to recover before my next wedding. I must say this is a better reminder than funerals. So bring on the weddings.

August 12, 2005

A Prayer for today...

Have you ever wondered where you are going, or if you are on the right track. I think most have ask or at least thought this at some time or another in their life. Others seem to labor under the concern of missing the will of God. I have often said, that God and His will is too big to miss. I do think we can get off course but God in His bigness will always redirect us back into His will because He alone knows the desires of our heart. I came across this prayer by Thomas Merton. I think you might enjoy.

THE PRAYER BY THOMAS MERTON

My Lord God,
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself, and the fact
that I think that I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you
does in fact please you. And I hope I have
that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart
from that desire. And I know that if I do
this you will lead me by the right road
though I may seem to be lost and in the
shadow of death. I will not fear, for you
will never leave me to face my perils alone.

From Thoughts in Solitude

August 10, 2005

Last but not least...


If you will remember, I once said that people don't love our children or our pets as much as we do. Well, I had several people who know our children post some nice comments, so I thought I would write about our dog. You have to understand, I have never been a real pet lover, but in a weak moment I saw a picture of a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and I said to Anne, "Lets get one of those cute little puppies." Well, she immediately checked the internet and found a breeder in our city. We made an appointment and went to see the puppy. I fell in love with him before I ask the price. I was so ignorant. I knew nothing about this breed of dog. When the lady quoted me the price I thought to myself, "I didn't pay this much for my first car." It was too late by then. I emptied our savings account and added two weeks grocery money and brought him home. Of course he was registered and his name is Bentwood Bogart.
We call him Bo. He is nothing more than a lap dog. He eats, sleeps (and snores), and sits in our laps and demands to be petted. The other day our youngest granddaughter asked her parents about her grandmother and they said" Which grandmother?" She said, "The one who lives with Bo" So now you have the whole story, Bo doesn't live with us, we live with him.

August 9, 2005

The baby...

Due to the recent wedding, most who have read my blogs are pretty much up to date on our youngest daughter. Marlie was born several years after her mother and I took off for some rest and relaxation. You see, we had a boy and a girl and thought we would stop and just enjoy the Lord's blessings. Then we said, ah, what the heck, let's do it again. Well, it wasn't long until Anne informed me that we would be blessed again come October. It was the twenty-first day of October, in the year of our Lord 1979 A.D. It was a Sunday morning, when I should have been making my final preparations for the church service, that the baby was born. Well, I took a quick peek and made sure everything was fine, then I rushed off to church to tell everyone the Good News. And I mean the GOOD NEWS. A child had been born, a little girl had come into the world, not to save, but to spend her daddy's money. I have come to believe that the last child gets more and cost more because the parents make sure it is the last child, and are so happy, that it doesn't matter any more. Anyway, this little bundle cost me a big bundle.
Now, Marlie unlike her older brother and sister, was somewhat spoiled. Her mother, her brother, and her sister saw that she got whatever she wanted. Of course I tried to stop them, but they kept saying she was the baby and that she was so special. Well, special she was and special she is and one of her specialties is making and keeping friends. I think all who know her would agree that Marlie is a true friend that loves at all times.
I started a few blogs back by stating that I was a rich man. Children are one of the things that make us rich. I enjoyed all my children's childhood. Looking back, the only real regret I have is not being at home to spend more time with my family. If they were scarred by my absence they seem to be healed and doing fine. The real truth is they had a wonderful mother who loved and cared for them. And who could ever compare to a woman like her. Right kids!

August 8, 2005

The middle child...

Anne and I graduated from Baptist Bible College in May of 1973. Our graduation present would be a beautiful baby girl. It was Spring Break and Anne had a week off so she decided it would be a good time to give birth to our second child and first little girl. Amy Lynne was born on April 14, 1973 at 9:13 a.m. at the Lester E. Cox Medical Center in Springfield, Missouri. I think I am safe to say she weighed an even 9 pounds. She had the blackest hair and the brownest eyes and was just a little bundle of joy. I immediately fell in love with the first woman since her mother. As far back as I can remember all she ever wanted to be was a wife and mother. On Career Day in High School she went with a pillow stuffed up her shirt as a expectant mother. I will never forget when she was just a little girl in school, struggling to learn her multiplication tables, she ask us if she had to learn these in order to be an Aggie (attend Texas A&M University). I am not sure of our response but she passed on attending there. She stayed on course with her original goals. She and her husband, Michael, have given us three wonderful grandchildren, a girl and two boys, Chloe, Titus and Silas. They gave both boys the same middle name. Titus Honor Cheshire, and Silas Honor Cheshire. They said that would make it easy on the boys when they became interested in girls. When a father would ask about their intentions toward their daughter they could simply reply, "Sir, Honor is my middle name." They reside in Denver where Michael has started a new church. As most parents know, all their children are different in personality and gifting. Amy is very warm, sensitive, affectionate and outgoing. She has a wonderful singing voice and is filled with wisdom beyond her years. She is a loyal, faithful wife and a wonderful mother. I couldn't be more proud of her.

August 5, 2005

Put the dog up...

I reminded my wife again just yesterday to put the dog in the pen when friends visit. I told her that other people don’t love our pets and children the same way we do. So if you visit I will put my dog in the pen, but I promise you the pictures of my children and grandchildren remain on display for you to see and hear about. Let me begin in the beginning. Anne and I married when she was sixteen. Because we were so young most people usually thought we had to get married. We have disappointed so many people. It was 16 months later, April 6, 1970, that Philip Alan Corzine was born in the Wilson-Jones Hospital in Sherman, Texas. He weighed in at 8 pounds and 12 ounces. He was our firstborn. He made us proud and filled our lives with so much joy.
It happened so fast. He grew up and was gone before we knew it. Like his mother Philip is patient, kind, and very laid back. The two of them are the most secure, happy, and contented people I know. Philip has always been very compliant with a big servants heart. He loves people. He loves life. He loves and adores his wife and two girls. He loves serving them as well as others. It will not surprise you when I tell you after he got out of the Army he went into the ministry and is now the pastor of a church. He is the preacher grandson of the country preacher. Like I said, he has always been a servant. I will never forget when he was nine he decided on his own to polish my shoes every Saturday night. No matter what time he came home they were always waiting for me on Sunday morning. This was a routine he followed all the time he was home. I will never forget how it felt when he went off to the Army. It wasn’t having my shoes shined that I missed, but the big smile he carried around on his face all the time. He never gave us an ounce of trouble. Ok, maybe an ounce, but for sure not a pound. I was so happy to see him when he came home on leave from Germany. I couldn’t think of enough things that we could do together. I knew it was a short visit and he had a lot of friends to catch up with, but one thing I didn’t expect. When I got up on Sunday to leave for church my shoes were shined and waiting for me outside my door. That is the kind of guy he is. He is just one of the many reasons I said, I am rich.
More later about the two other bundles of joy.

August 2, 2005

Fundamentalism Hurts

I grew up in a Baptist Fundamentalist environment. I have long since left both camps, labels and lifestyles. I am not mad at anybody. I just couldn't identify any longer, mainly with fundamentalism. I came across a blog called Real Live Preacher. If you read his writings you'll soon find out he is no Joel Osteen. He may say things that you don't like or agree with. He might even make you mad. Anyway, I looked him up because I liked his writing. He is a neat guy with a heart for God. I thought I would print this article by him.
Ron aka SoaP

Fundamentalism Hurts
January 18, 2003 - 8:14pm

Fundamentalism makes for interesting television, doesn't it? Hearing Jerry Falwell say that abortionists, pagans, and feminists (among others) caused the 9-11 disaster was nauseofascinating. Watching a man hold a sign that says, “God hates fags” is like watching film clips of the holocaust. Can such things be?

Oh, they be.

If you want to know about the Taliban, ask an Afghani woman. If you want to know about Christian fundamentalism, ask a Christian. Fundamentalists are more than interesting television for us. They are people with real power who harm our churches, destroy good ministers, and sully our name.

We've been in the cages with these cats, and they go for the jugular. They are always on the prowl, circling the campfires of the followers of Christ, howling the name of Jesus and splattering our heritage across their banners of hatred.

Watching fundamentalism do its work is like watching the crucifixion over and over and over again.

Never confuse fundamentalism with a particular set of beliefs. Fundamentalism is a mehodology. It is a way of relating to people. There are fundamentalist Christians, fundamentalist Muslims, and don't forget the politically correct zealots. You will meet fundamentalists in every walk of life.

Fundamentalism's method is confrontation and its fuel is anger. There can be no dialogue and no mutual respect. There will only be winners and losers. They are right. You are wrong. End of discussion.

Fundamentalist Christians also carry a terrible, secret burden. Your soul is their responsibility. If you go to hell, they will answer to God for their lack of witness. Imagine carrying THAT load around all day. Naive Christians are shackled to this burden by pastors whose need to enlarge their personal church kingdom until it has an “Enron” feel to it.

With such hellish stakes, extreme measures are called for. The end justifies the means. This is why so many Christian fundamentalists want to use the government to push their agenda.

Ultimately fundamentalists will consume their own young and gnaw at their own flesh. The way of anger always leads to consumption.

But the way of anger was never supposed to be our way.
Did you know we were first called Christians in Antioch of Syria? 1 Before that, the followers of Jesus simply called themselves, “People of The Way.” 2 They believed they were called to follow the way of Christ.

You cannot follow the way of Christ and walk in the way of anger.

You just cannot.

The way of Christ is for those with nothing to prove and nothing left to lose. It is not anger and conquest that sustains you on “The Way.”

What sustains you is the simple placing of one foot in front of the other, all The Way to the end.

The Real Live Preacher
www.reallivepreacher.com

August 1, 2005

The Good Lord Willing...

The preacher didn’t go to work yesterday. I stayed home and rested. Many have reminded me through the years that preachers only work one day a week. They get up and talk, and go on and on, and then ask for money. If that is the case, then my wife is in full time ministry (Let's hope she doesn’t read this.). Anyway, I am still recovering from my back pain and just wanted to give myself one more day off my feet. Now I was taught when I was younger, that to miss church set you up for God to allow all kinds of things to go wrong in your life the following week. I guess I am too old now to buy into that line of thinking. I think I read where it is a day of rest. Well, I rested and I actually feel better. You can’t call it sick leave if you are a charismatic, because sickness is not part of their package. So I will revert back to being a Baptist, for the moment, and call it my vacation. Well anyway, I will be back in church next Sunday the good Lord willing, as we were always taught to say. I am looking forward to being with my good friend, Ernie Fitzpatrick, in Houston next weekend. I hope you have a great week.

July 30, 2005

Give me some relief...

My wife is nurse. I am a preacher. One of my best friends is a lawyer. Add to that an old friend I looked up this week who is a chiropractor. It just seems to be the right combination for where I am, at least for this week anyway.
It all started about four weeks ago when I did something that produced a pain in my lower back. Now my wife, who is a nurse, immediately asked “Are you sure it’s your back?” I knew what she was thinking because I don’t know how many times she has said I am a pain in the butt. “No”, I said, “It is my back.” After whining for four weeks she said I needed something besides pain relievers. “Those things may be helping you” she said, “but they’re doing nothing to help me with your whining.” So I looked up my old friend Brian. Well, Doctor Brian put me on a table and worked on me for two minutes, handed me the bill (fair price) and said, “I will see you on Monday.” Later in the day an ear infection surfaced and I asked my wife if she could help me. You wouldn’t believe the look on her face. I did what she said and took what she gave me and stretched out on the bed to rest. I lay there thinking about the builder who was slowly adding the room on my house (read “Providentially hindered”). I guess my pain made me want to inflict pain on him and the only way I thought I could do this was call my lawyer friend. Good thing for the builder I fell asleep. I woke up four hours later not wanting to kill or sue anybody. After a few minutes my wife said all we have to work on now is the whining. Whatever happened to that scripture that says, whoever finds a wife finds a good thing? Is it too much to ask after all the comfort and encouragement I have sown through the years to get a little sympathy? Finally, I said, “I am going back to bed.” Her reply was “Good. That seems to work better for me than the pain relievers you are taking.” So off to bed I went.

July 29, 2005

Don't worry...

Jesus said, “If you decide for God”… it follows that you don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtime or who is serving it up, or whether the clothes in you closet are in fashion (how you will look or appear). He said, Look at the birds; they are free and unfettered, not tied down to a specific place or job description. In essence don’t be caught up in trying to take on God’s responsibility. Walk out into the fields and see that it is God’s job to take care of our clothing and appearances as to how things will look. He has the bigger plan. He can see a lot further down the road than we can. If we are not careful we will become preoccupied to the point we cannot respond properly to God’s giving. When we think only of ourselves what we will eat and how we will look we tend to fuss over the wrong things. So don’t worry yourself with these things. Don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen today or tomorrow. Give your full attention to what God is doing now. God has always cared for us and will continue to do so.

July 28, 2005

The Real Goal...

Eric Liddell was called the flying Scotsman. He set a world record in the 400-yard dash at the Paris Olympics in 1924. He attributed his win to God. After his triumph at the Olympics, Liddell traveled to China where he was ordained as a minister in 1932. The film Chariots of Fire is based, in part, on his story.
When the sprinter's sister worried that his participation in the Olympics might derail his missionary career, Eric responded, "God made me fast. And when I run, I feel his pleasure." For many years now, this statement has inspired me. Please notice, he didn’t say when they applaud, or when I win, I feel His pleasure. It is not when you do what others feel you should do, or be what others want you to be, that you will feel His pleasure. It is only when you do what God has called and designed you to do and be, that you will feel His pleasure. What makes you feel God's pleasure? Find what Eric Liddell found: something that allows you to feel God's pleasure. Once you find it, move forward not seeking the approval or the applause of men.

July 27, 2005

Providentially hindered...

It has been said that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance. Someone else said the bid, or estimate is the lie you tell yourself in order to get the project started. As you may know, we are adding a large room to our home so my sister can move in and help take care of my wife’s dad.
The project started with a big bang after the contractor received his cash advance. It seemed to fizzle out two days later. I can’t remember hearing that many excuses, and that much blame shifting in my whole life. What was to be a six-week job has now turned into (at this time) possibly a three-month job. Now I must wait (patiently). It is another reason for me to add to my long list of how man is unlike God. God created the world in six days and rested on the seventh. It seems my workers rest six days and work one. I know that builders reading this would say that I just don’t understand how it works. I am sure of that. Growing up I was taught that you say what you are going to do, and then just do it. Early in my life a word was added to my vocabulary. I think I first heard it in church. It was the word “providential” having to do with divine intervention. It was used by some as the reason they couldn’t do what they promised or intended to do. “We had plans to do this, but we were providentially hindered.” This means God gets the blame. Well, I feel better now, having written this, at least until I hear the next excuse. Keep me in your prayers. This does not need to be put on the “unspoken request,” list at your church. It is to late for that.

Trust Jesus...

I believe one must trust Jesus rather than just trying Him. I will say though, I thought this little cartoon was interesting in light of the many who seem only to try Him.

July 26, 2005

Forrest Gump's Mom...

I think Forrest Gump’s mom had a real handle on life when she said that life is like a box of chocolates. You will never know some things until you bite into them and experience them for yourself. And like Forest, we have to have a few bitter-sweet experiences that seem to come in all different shapes and sizes before we realize it. When we are young, we live in our own little idealistic world thinking that everything will always turn out the way we planned and everybody will do everything they promised. It doesn’t take long before we realize it is just not so. We do not have to allow our disappointments to leave a bitter taste in our mouth where we think the whole box is filled with the same. It is true that chocolates come in all different shapes, sizes and taste. You not only need to taste, but also eat what you get out of the box. I have seen many people get a chocolate, taste it, and then set it down and move on to the next piece never finishing what they started. As a Christian I have learned that there are all kinds of situations that we will encounter in life. Some experiences, like chocolate, are dark; some are light, some smooth and some bitter. All the pieces were designed with variety to make the whole experience complete. You really would not enjoy life if everything was the same, and for sure you would not grow as a Christian without a variety of experiences. Now being a Christian is a wonderful life, filled with many different experiences, and God even helps us in our hard times with our unfortunate circumstances and situations. But it is best that you don’t try to pick and choose the good ones while ignoring and skipping over the ones you think might be bad or bitter. If you find yourself with a bitter tasting experience today, remember that the next piece will be different. You might just bit into a sweet juicy cherry.

July 25, 2005

Great Weekend...

I was in Harlingen, Texas on Sunday sharing with the congregation about our new church plant in Austin. The whole of our CFC churches are very excited about this new endeavor. This will be our sixth church plant. Presently, we oversee nine churches, six of them we started. If you know of anyone in the Austin area please contact them, or us and give us their name, address, and e-mail address. We will only contact them once to inform them of our new church. You can contact me by comment at the bottom of this blog or at roncorzine@cficonnection.com. I sure could use your help.
Ron

July 23, 2005

My New Vocation...

We are adding a large room to our home. It is a long story, but the short, winding, version goes like this. My older sister who is use to living alone, is going to move into our home (newly added room) to help my wife who is an only child, provide care for her father who lives in the garage (apartment). Basically we are turning our home in to a convalescent center. I told my sister last night if she comes down sick and needs constant round the clock care we were kicking her butt out. If I come down sick and she is able to care for me, she stays. If we both come down sick my wife says she is moving to Cancun. I never dreamed while preaching all those years about caring for the poor and weak-minded that I would become a Nursing Home Administrator, or Primary Care Giver. I have heard it said, “The Lord works in strange and mysterious ways.” I think it is more like this: “The Lord works in strange and mischievous ways.” I will keep you posted how it works. And if you need a place to stay, why not give me a call.

SoaP
Son of a Preacher

July 21, 2005

Thanks Mr. Thompson

I was thinking again today about some people who have helped me in my life’s journey. I will never forget Mr. Thompson and all his involvement in my life.

It was Alex Haley, the author of Roots, who kept a picture in his office of a turtle sitting on top of a fence. He kept it there to remind him of a lesson he had learned many years before: “If you see a turtle sitting on a fence post, you know he had some help in getting there.”

Mr. Thompson was the superntindent of Howe Independent School District for as long as I can remember. I have many wonderful memories of growing up in Howe, Texas and attending Howe Public Schools. To be quite honest, the memories are probably much better than the actual expereince. I am sure that has to do with age and maturity.

Howe is located 8 miles south of Sherman on Highway 75. I remember when the population was less than 1,000. My graduating class only had 30 students. It was a very small school in a small Texas town.

His name was Charles Thompson. We called him Charlie behind his back and would have suffered greatly had we been caught. He was a very stoic man, but was considered a friend by all the students. Mr. Thompson believed in people and made a point of saying and doing things to remind them constantly that he really cared about them. He also taught Algerba. I remember being amazed when I saw letters and numbers in the same equation. It was by the grace of the Lord and the mercy of Mr. Thompson that I ever made it through that class. I also remember the time when a few of us boys got in trouble on school time with the local merchants and he went to bat for us. He said we were good boys and thought we deserved another chance.

It is one thing to care about people, it is quite another thing to treat them like a son. My dad was a traveling preacher much of his life and was seldom home. Mom and we children attended the First Baptist Church, where Mr. Thompson was a deacon. I will never forget him asking me if I would go with him to a Father and Son event being sponsered by the church, because he knew my father would not be able to go. He made a difficult time in my life a little easier.

A few years ago, I visted him in the nursing home. I just felt like I needed to go out of my way and say ‘Thank You for what you mean to me and all you did for me.’

Life today wouldn’t be the same without the many Mr. Thompsons in our lives. It might be good time to pause and think about someone who helped you along the way and say a prayer of gratitude for them.

YOU DID WHAT ???

For eighteen years she lived safely under my roof. I watched over her, protected her, and provided for her. Then it happened! Less than a week after her wedding, she calls from a resort area in Mexico to tell me she has a broken wrist. She said something about a ATV (all terrian vehicle) wreck. Why didn't she check with me before she tried to drive this thing? I don't like not being in charge. I'm just going to have to come to grips with the fact that she is now married and they must make their own way together. I guess the only good part of this is that I don't get the bill anymore.

July 20, 2005

Which ends up...

I just returned home from the dentist where I thought I was having a nice little check up. Come to find out I needed a root canal and a crown. What a suprise! I guess the good part was I didn't know I was going to have it done, so there was no prior anxiety to deal with. Unlike the colonoscopy (for you who may not be aware of this procedure, it is where Steven Spielberg takes a camera crew up your south end), where I had plenty of time to think about the whole event, and then think about it some more. It was maybe the worst, and most degrading thing I have ever experienced. As the numbness is now leaving my mouth, I sit all alone in physical pain. But at least it's just physical pain. Unlike the psychological pain of walking past the nurse who helped the doctor with my colonsocopy, I was able to say a cheery 'Good-bye' to the lovely ladies at Dr. Rust's office with my dignity, if not my molars, intact.

July 18, 2005

Church Planting...

Well, I had a great weekend. I was in McAllen, Texas at the church my son presently pastors. I was there to share the good news that in January 2006 our church planting team (Barry Jackson, Scott Windrum, Phil Corzine and myself) will be starting another Christian Fellowship Church in Austin, Texas. It will be called Discovery Church of Austin. Phil, his wife Trish, and their children will be relocating during or around Christmas of this year. Barry Jackson who is presently pastor of our CFC in Harlingen will pastor both of the churches in the Rio Grande Valley. If you know anyone in the Austin area who may be without a church or interested, send me their address and e-mail address. We will not solicit them, but only inform them one time of our presence in the city. They will be given an opportunity to subscribe to our Austin Discovery Monthly Update or cancel. Thanks for your help.

July 16, 2005

Shame on you...

How many times have you heard the words, “shame on you”? I can tell you if you have heard it once you have heard it too many times. Jesus didn’t come to put shame on you and me, but to take it off. Who do you know that has never felt shame for something they did or said? A women caught in the very act of adultery was brought to Jesus by some religious folks wanting Him to enact judgment. His response, “I do not condemn you, go and sin no more.” He didn’t say, you need to feel ashamed about what you have done. His words were simply, “stop, and don’t do this anymore.” There are two things I have learned in life:
1. Those who are the most unqualified to condemn you, will. So stay away from people who seek to lift themselves up by putting you down. Find people who have fallen and received God’s grace and know how to extend it to others, and walk with them.
2. The one who is the most qualified to condemn you, won’t. Stay close to Him. By doing this you will quickly discover that your sins and failures that lead to the feelings of guilt and shame doesn’t have to become a way of life. You can be forgiven and start over.
So if you are struggling with a shameful past or even present sinful ways, come to Jesus. He will forgive you, and help you, but He won’t condemn you. Having now written this, I ask myself, why do I keep writing sermon blogs? Maybe it is because I am the son of a …preacher and can’t help myself. Maybe it is because I have received grace and want to extend it someone who is feeling the pain of shame.

July 15, 2005

Doubting Ron...

Whoever said, all doubt is a sin? Maybe it was me in my early days. I am sure I have in the past tried to make others feel they were less than…if they ever had doubts. The older I get the more I see the need for embracing and running toward those things I once ran away from (doubt and fear). I think the Lord understands that any sincere question ask without guile is not a skeptical or doubting question. It is often an honest search for truth. Thomas was absent when the Lord first appeared to the disciples, so he had to live on a second hand experience. Later, he was present and had his own personal encounter with the Lord. So here is what I am learning:
1. Honest doubt can lead to your own personal encounter with the Lord. The testimony of others can only carry you so far. Eventually you need your own experience with the Lord. Thomas may have began in doubt, but he didn’t die in doubt.
2. Honest doubt can lead you to a new level of trust. Don’t condemn yourself for your doubt, but rather use it as a springboard to discover the truth about yourself and the Lord. He is trustworthy and will continue to prove He is who He says He is, and will do what He has promised.
Maybe today doubts have marched into your life unannounced. Don’t deny them, acknowledge them, and discover that He really is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

July 14, 2005

Flawed Heroes...

Last night on HBO, I watched the new hour long documentary, “Mantle." It brought back childhood memories of watching one of baseball's greatest to ever play the game. I think perhaps the most moving part of the film revealed what a dysfunctional character Mickey Mantle was at times. There is no way to see this program without realizing a large part of his life was wasted and sad. It would be so easy to focus on his flaws and failures, but I think as stated, “his real legacy is his manhood and what he overcame, and the message he wanted to deliver at the end of his life." The last two dramatic years of his life he sent out this cautionary message to young people. "If you want a role model ... don't be like me." The last five minutes of the film was as impactful and heart-tugging as any story I have seen or read in quite some time. Without diminishing the importance of character, wise choices, and behavior, I wonder if great men, more often than not, are also greatly flawed men.

July 13, 2005

Men and Church...

A friend gave me a book entitled, Why Men Hate Going To Church, by David Murrow. The title alone immediately got my attention. It is not a book about the need for a male dominated church. It is not about calling men back to church, but rather calling the church back to men. Considering all the years I pastored, I've always seem to have more men than women in attendance. Now I know why. Too long the church has tried to emasculate men and make women out of them. Again, if we are not careful we will relegate the problem to men just being carnal, rough, and earthy. While he may be a hard worker, a good provider, loving his wife and children, he prefers hunting and fishing on Sunday over long boring sermons. Ask some men why they don't go to church and they may respond with words, like boring, irrelevant, and hyprocrite. Some still enjoy a cold beer and a off colored joke. It is so easy to say, they just need to repent and be born-again. Some men are religious, but their religion is their masculinity. You may be right. They may need to be born-again, but stained glass, candles and grape juice is probably not going to be the thing that causes them to change. Could it be possible that the church needs to change a bit too? I will leave you hanging here wondering if I have gone mad. But you also may need to read the book.

July 12, 2005

Anonymously of course...

Sure enough placing the link to reallivepreacher.com stirred some folks up. I gave a warning that some might be highly offended, but it didn’t seem to stop them from visiting the site. The scripture seems to indicate that the Law has a way of arousing desires and passions within our flesh. So I guess my warning or caution set in motion some desire, passion or curiosity that needed to be satisfied. Of course the fulfillment of this satisfaction is brought about when they write their comments (anonymously of course) as to how the non-Christian world is having to stumble over some of us to become Christians. Again, this only shows me that a lot of Christians still live in their own little sub-culture or ghetto. Considering my many dealings with the non-Christian world, I have never had one person tell me or indicate in any way that they would become a Christian if it wasn’t for some carnal practice in the life of a Christian they know. To the contrary, it is usually them telling me about the hypocrisy and self-righteousness of Christians that turns them off. Look, I am not promoting carnality; I am just saying I personally do not think they are stumbling over what we think they are stumbling over. You are free to your own opinion or comment (anonymously of course)..

July 10, 2005

The Beautiful Bride


Anne and I are worn out. I will post again later today or tomorrow. I thought you might want to see our daughter as a beautiful bride.

SoaP

July 9, 2005

Meet the Parents...



I started this blog for a couple of different reasons. One was to help me better express myself, and the other was so you would get to know that preacher’s kids are real people too. We have good thoughts and bad thoughts, and sometimes we keep them on the inside, and sometimes we don’t. Oh yea, and to throw in a few coarse words from time to time, depending on how I am feeling, to cause people to wonder if I am really a Christian or to scratch their head and ask where I got my credentials.
Well, today is the big day! Marlie, our youngest daughter, is getting married. Last night we went to the rehearsal dinner and I came back to the hotel with a few pictures of the parents. I thought I would include them so you would know what the grandchildren could possibly look like. Scary, huh!
We are so pleased with Marlie’s choice of Andrew. He is a fine young man and has wonderful parents. A few months ago, after Anne and I spent an evening with Bob and Judy, we decided even if our kids were not getting married we would want to be good friends with them. I think it is nice when all the in-laws like each other and get along. I won’t even have to work at this.

SoaP
Son of a Preacher

July 8, 2005

Cowtown

I arrived in Fort Worth late yesterday for the big wedding that will take place tomorrow. As the father of the bride, I am as ready now as I will ever be. In fact, I am ready to get this thing over with, get the young couple on their way, and get back to my normal life...whatever that it. Some of the men are golfing today while the women are out spending their money. So I think I will ride off and look for some old country churches to photograph to keep my mind off the money my wife spent on this wedding. Whatever happened to little country church weddings? Here she comes, I got a go before she reads this. Adios!

July 7, 2005

“For” or “Against”

I am still amazed these days at how many professing Christians can be “for or against” someone on the basis of what they choose to believe or practice. Somehow, if it doesn’t line up with their own personal interpretation of scripture or lifestyle, they just write you off. In scripture when we read the claims of Christ and the criteria for becoming a Christian, it is pretty black and white as I read it. You are either for Him or against Him. But this seems to be a claim that He alone as the Son of God gets to make. As I understand it, He did not give Christians the right to make such a claim concerning themselves or their personal beliefs and practices. In fact He even rebuked his disciples for wanting to call fire down on the Samaritans because they didn’t welcome Him into their village (Luke 9:51-56). On another occasion He said to His disciples who were trying to stop a man from driving out demons using His name, (and because he was not with them or one of them) “don’t stop him,” for whoever is not against us is for us (Mark 9:38-41). Is it possible to be for someone because they too are followers of Christ, but choose not to be with them? I am not with (in my journey) a lot Christians and their group, but I am for them as fellow Christians. I think one can be for you and not against you -- while not being with you!

July 6, 2005

Our little secret....

I realize once I send you to this blog site you will never be back to visit me. But I just can't keep a good thing a secret. I came across a site called, REAL LIVE PREACHER www.reallivepreacher.com. Some of you who choose to go there will laugh your a__ off, others of you will be highly offended. I think the reason I enjoy the sight is because the guy is a good writer, as well as a real person who just happens to be a preacher. I couldn't believe he lived here in San Antonio. So I decided to look him up and visit his church. Sure enough he has a nice little Baptist church north of town. I enjoyed the service and will attend again.

SoaP

July 5, 2005

Mixed Emotions...

I am still having mixed emotions about this wedding. I am so excited one minute and the next minute I'm mad as hell, barking at everybody in the house. As I have been writing the ceremony I will use at my daughters wedding, I realized that I write and preach sermons better than I live them. Living by our emotions is a “no--no,” as I so often eloquently preach. But I seem to be a basket case these days. I remind myself that I am a preacher, I shouldn’t think this way, feel this way, or even talk this way. What will others who read this think of me? “Who cares,” I respond. See, I have gone to talking to, and answering myself. What has come over me? I think it is because it’s getting close to closure. I haven’t used this line in a wedding in quite some time but I am thinking about adding it. “If anyone sees just cause as to why this couple should not be united in marriage, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” Yep! It has to go in this ceremony.

SoaP

July 4, 2005

Biker Thinking...

As I was riding home from church on my motorcycle, I was reminded of the need people have to be acknowledged and accepted by one another without being judged. It seems that most bikers I have met live this way. Maybe bikers live and practice some aspects of Christianity better than the church. As a new biker, it didn’t take me long to learn a little bit about the bikers code of ethics. When bikers pass one another on the road, they drop their left arm down to their side and stick out their hand to acknowledge you and say “Hi!” I personally think it is more than a kind gesture of friendliness. It is an automatic acceptance of you as a fellow traveler. In the biker’s world, no one seems to care about how many tattoos or piercing you have, or where you have them. The bikers I have talked to could care less where you came from or what you believe. The affinity is not necessarily with the person’s lifestyle or beliefs but the fact that you, a fellow traveler, are on a bike and enjoying your ride. Maybe we could all learn something from them. I know I have.

July 3, 2005

The Last Laugh...

My good friend Ron H. lives in London. He was born a Brit and will die a Brit. He is British through and through. I have told him he talks funny. He said I’m the one who talks funny. He is a proud man, in the good sense of the word. He goes on and on about serving in the Royal Air Force and playing Rugby. He brags about being the best of hookers (a position in the game). He hates movies like Braveheart, the Patriot, and U-571. He says Hollywood always rewrites history to make Americans the heroes. “And your point is?” I say. He thinks all our sentimentalism is silly so he refuses to watch Forest Gump. Speaking of silly, I asked him what do they call the hat that the guards wear at Buckingham Palace. Because we are best of friends and refuse to take things personally, we can go on and on for hours. Oh, did I mention he loves the quality and variety of goods that his British pound can buy in the great USA? But when it is all said and done, I get the last laugh. You see tomorrow is July the 4th and I will get to call him and wish him a Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday dear friend.
Soap
Son of a Preacher