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Did you know there was a snow angel record?
"Happiness is more than just that smiley feeling,...It's also feeling a connection to something larger than yourself. When people are in service to something bigger, they describe their lives as filled with meaning. It's not the smiley face, but when it's all over, you realize you'd do it again."
Men scream like girls over 'rat' in tire shop
Totally changing the subject, and trivializing everything above; God have mercy, Hell has come to earth
Three sermons John Piper preached recently:
Marriage is always urgent. There never has been a generation whose view of marriage is high enough. The chasm between the biblical vision of marriage and the human vision is, and has always been, gargantuan...
That was the case in Jesus’ day as well, and ours is vastly worse...
PART ONE -- you can read it or listen online. PART TWO. And if that's not enough, PART THREE.
My sister used to call it "falling asleep with the phone off the hook," when she'd doze off while praying. F. W. Boreham is maybe one of the the least-known most-influential Christians ever:
Concerning his attempts at prayer, Frank Boreham asked this wise pastor, “How can I prevent my mind from wandering off to business, to pleasure, to the novel I was reading and to a thousand things beside?”
“Take my advice,” the wise pastor replied sympathetically, “always pray aloud.”
Frank Boreham said he found this practice to be so helpful throughout the course of his life. He said, “If I sit in a chair and ponder a theme in silence, my mind wanders repeatedly: if I discuss that theme aloud, my mind never wanders at all.”
He's old-fashioned. Or maybe timeless. He wrote about God's Post Office; today he might have referred to email, or IM or blogs. From The Best of Vance Havner (out of print):
The post-office is not a source, it is only a medium. It does not create potent messages, it only relays them from the creator to you. You and I are human post-offices. We are daily giving out messages of some sort to the world. They do not come from us, but through us; we do not create, we convey. And they come either from hell or heaven.
Men study how to make their lives more interesting. Take a lesson from the post-office. It is interesting, not because of itself, but because of what it passes on to men. The world will make a beaten path to your door if you bring them news from heaven. What letters go through the window of your life? Letters of truth and hope, to cheer and console? Or do you hand out dirty trash, worthless drivel, selfish commercial circulars, black-edged missives of misery?
How thrilling the plainest life can be when it becomes a function in God's great system and not a selfish enterprise. The tiniest post-office can bear a letter that may wreck or bless a nation. And the simplest life can relay blessings that may rock a continent toward God.
If your are a believer, you are God's postmaster in the little nook where you live. Keep the office clean, but do not make that more important than delivering the messages. Men will soon learn to gather at the window and will bring you, in return, letters of their own to pass on to others.
