Pants-Around-the-Ankles Vulnerability

It hits the fan.

She needs to get hers together.

His doesn’t stink.

You’re full of it.

It happens.

When one is being ushered through “It’s a Small World” at Disneyland you never hear about it, but what really brings us together is what we produce about 15 hours after we take a bite out of an apple (more time for pizza, less for prunes?). The president of the United States of America may use more T.P. than the average Alaskan, but the fact is that they both have daily moments of pants-around-the-ankles vulnerability.

As do you and I.

There are other things we have in common too. There are dirty little secrets and lost opportunities. We share times in life when we have to pass through spaces way to small for our hardened hearts, and we come out pinched and squeezed only to be flushed down the pipes of eternity.

I wish there was a more sanitary metaphor for life, but there isn’t. Life is a nasty business.

But what if there is hope? What would it look like? Could we find some? Who sells it? Do they have a monopoly; is it a pyramid scheme?

Help me out here. There are a lot of us looking for answers that we haven't found in the lastest edition of 101 Easy Answers by Joe Church.

Let me know what you've found.

Water and Other Things Jesus Stepped In.

To the tune of the children's song Jesus Loves Me.

Jesus loves both me and you,

'cause the Bible told Him to.

I fear if He had a choice,

He'd just scream and lose His voice.

Would Jesus love me?
Could Jesus love me?
Or am I really
just lost and all alone.

Everyone knows that Jesus walked on water, but is this the only behavior that we’ve come to expect from the Son of God? Ten minutes of research in a coffee shop can uncover the fact that many view the Christian God as lofty, squeaky clean, and personally inaccessible- a God who carries hand sanitizer in His pocket. This is not an accurate portrait of the historic Jesus.  It’s time to get reacquainted with the God who saw the world for what it was, knew that it really stunk, and jumped right in up to His nose-hairs.

Yes friend, Jesus loves you. He understands that your life is a steaming pile, but He's totally prepared for that. Try to remember that He was born in a barn.

There's Still Work To Do

William Wallace vs Bill the Ass

In Junior High school a teacher told us that we should sign our work using our proper names and middle initials. The advice stuck, so I recently found myself signing "William R. Scarrott" to a book proposal I’m putting together.

My wife is my first editor, and she pointed at the hoity-toity signature and raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you want it?” she asked. It was very diplomatic of her, and unearthed some nagging doubts that I had been trying to bury alive.

I’m proud of my name. You’ve certainly heard of William Wallace. Well, I’m Scottish too. And we mustn’t forget William the Conqueror, William Tell, Prince William and the illustrious William Shatner. Yes, I stand a little straighter in the company of such men.

What caused my wife confusion is the fact that she knows me. (It’s a common, though not universal problem with marriage.)

It’s not that I don’t possess some good qualities. Let me get Karen over here to fill in some blanks…

…Hi. This is Karen. For the record, Bill is a great kisser, an amusing freestyle dancer, a thorough and passionate lover and has a rockin’ manscape. Oh ya, did I mention his great muscles? Hmmm ya…

Okay, Bill here again, and for the record that is the last time Karen gets on this computer. Goodness gracious, honey, we're trying to keep it in the vicinity of PG-13. I’m moving to the friggin’ basement.

ANYWAY, what I would like to point out is that she called me Bill, not William, as is the case with anyone who really knows me. This fact was not lost on my friend Troy when he first read The Lord of The Rings. He gleefully pointed out to me a little known character in J.R. Tolkien’s manuscript who went by the moniker of Bill the Ass. If the shoe fits, right?!

The lesson here is that we need to quit trying to be who we’re not. People need to see Jesus before He puts on His stage makeup.

Bill the Ass? Fine- at least he was a donkey for the good guys. He carried his friend’s burdens. I can only hope for such a legacy when my chapter ends.

Final Score: 25-0

A guest post by Mike Cala

I couldn’t believe it. I had just had my butt handed to me by my 12 year old son. 25 – 0? How did he beat me so easily? Granted, I hadn’t gone into the game thinking I could actually beat him, but I had hoped to make it close . . . sorta, maybe, kinda.

He had played the game before, I hadn’t. He does have ninja-like reflexes and some mad game skills; I’m more senior-citizen-like in my reflexes and am still trying to figure out which button does what when I play any HALO game.

BUT 25 – 0?!!! I believe I was actually down 20 to -1 at one point . . . I didn’t even know -1 is a score you can get!

I looked over to my son, who was grinning from ear to ear, face flush with the beat-down he had given me, somehow gloating and beaming a cherubic smile at the same time. He walked over, patted me on the arm and said quite sincerely, “Good try Dad!”

My gut reaction was - That’s it, you’re going down little man!!! I had to defend my status as the alpha male! I had to show him that Dad was still the biggest, the baddest, the best at all pursuits and things manly! There was no way I was gonna go out like that  . . . but then I saw the look of pure pleasure and joy he had on his face. He had beat Dad at something. Sure it was just a video game, but to him it meant everything.  He and his father had spent some time together doing something he really enjoyed and . . . he had come out on top! It just doesn’t get any better than that for a young boy. So I pushed down my manly pride and and simply said, “Yeah, you kicked my butt”. I think his grin got even wider at that point. 

I lost, but I also won. And won big.

Stuck Like a Pig In ____, and the Christians Just Want Bacon?

Sometimes I think I’m all alone; that all the other bad people found a great hiding spot when the religious people were busy reading the Left Behind series. Then I come across people like you, and I’m just so relieved!

Please don’t be embarrassed. Don’t go away. People like you and I need to stick together. There are a lot of perfect people out there who want our souls but will settle for our heads. You’ve probably met your fair share along the way, haven’t you? We both know that we’re nothing but a couple of screw-ups. The last thing we need is for someone to come along and try to beat it into us with a consecrated wiffle bat.

It’s hard for me to admit how depraved I am, and that I’d just like to be clean again. I feel like a pig in a pen. If I tell another pig that we’re dirty, I’ll either get a shrug of the shoulders or a mud pie right in the kisser. The Christians are on the other side of the fence all squeaky clean and smiling. I’ve seen that smile before though; if I remember correctly, it was in the line at a local breakfast buffet before a pan of fresh bacon.

Now it’s time for CHOOSE YOUR OWN BLOG ENDING! If you’re feeling fairly virtuous or have a sudden craving for ham, go to ending option 1. If you sense that your life or your soul is less than tidy, go to ending option 2).

ENDING OPTION 1

Why are you looking at me like that?

Perhaps I should have made you aware that I’m trying to write for people who need grace and forgiveness. Evil people like me. If you have made nasty faces at your computer screen then it may be that you are good, and perhaps you don’t belong here… yet.

I’m sorry I offended you, and I hope you leave a comment, go away, and come back again when you can relate.

ENDING OPTION 2

The fact remains that it would feel real good to wash some of this crud off. To think that some people pay money for this and call it a beauty treatment! Yuck.

Did you know that there is a story in the Bible just for you and me? It’s the one where Jesus died. He’s gets executed in a somewhat painful and humiliating way, but before he dies he forgives someone just like us who was hanging on a cross right beside him! Then after three days of being dead and buried he comes back to life to show us that He loves us, He’s in charge now, and we get to start over!

This is good news!

I should have known all along that water fresh from the source is the purest. Check out this music video: