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.
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 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


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.


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

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.