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Professor Howdy said...

Doing it With Your Daddy


A basketful of eggs and a four-year-old girl. Got any ideas how this might turn out? The little girl was my wife. If I tell you how many years ago, I don't go home tonight. Especially if you are a firstborn like she is, and like me for example, you will understand how this little scene played out on the basement stairs of the church her family attended. Her Dad said, "Honey, you should hold Daddy's hand." He wasn't too sure about either his daughter or the eggs she was carrying. As she grabbed onto the stair railing with one hand and gripped the handle of the basket with the other hand, she said, "I'm okay, Daddy." Famous last words! In an instant, she was tumbling down the steps, head over heels. She had some minor "boo-boos." The eggs: they were prematurely scrambled.

We smile at a little child's stubborn self-sufficiency, and we miss how much like us that really is. At least from the vantage point of our Heavenly Father. That's why our Father gives us clear instructions on the way to make it and the way to mess it up; the way to get safely where we need to go and the way to break all the eggs.

It's summed up in two of the most quoted verses in the Bible from Proverbs 3:5-6. It could be your life verse and still not be the way you live! Our word for today from the Word of God says: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight."

Trust in Him and not in yourself. Lean on what He shows you and not on what you can figure out by yourself. It could be that you're running full-steam right now, pursuing your goal or managing your situation or fixing your problem. But the still, small voice of your Heavenly Father is whispering in your heart, "My child, you should hold My hand." But you're Mr. or Miss Self-Sufficient, right? You're smart, you're skilled, you're experienced, you're strong, and from God's perspective, you're a control freak. Sure, you want Jesus with you, but you don't really want Him running things. "I can do this, Daddy. I can fix this. I can handle this." Followed soon by the crash, the breakage, and the "boo-boos."

Sure, you're officially, theologically trusting God, but in reality, are you trusting what you can do? In reality, while Jesus is your "Chairman" on the letterhead, in the stuff that really matters, are you really in charge and Jesus' role in just honorary. Let's put it this way: you're driving down the road and you see this hitchhiker by the side of the road. You go against your usual instincts and you pull over to pick him up. As you open the passenger door, you are stunned to see Jesus Himself standing there. You say, "Jesus, this is such an honor. Would you please get in and ride with me?" And He'll say, "No." You'll probably ask, "Why not?" That's when Jesus will say, "Because I don't ride. I drive. You let me know when you're ready for Me to drive."

See, you were never meant to drive. You were never meant to carry all this. That's why there are so many stumbles, so many falls, and so many breaks. Right now your Lord, who won the right to run your life when He gave His life for you, your Lord is saying it one more time, "Take My hand. Lean on Me. Let Me lead." Don't tell Him, "No, I'm okay, Daddy. I can do it myself." That will only lead to a fall. Don't make another step without grabbing your Father's hand and letting Him lead.


Ron Hutchcraft

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Professor Howdy said...

New York, New York, It's A Wonderful Town!



Two boys are playing football in Central Park
when one is attacked by a rabid Rottweiler...

Thinking fast, the other boy rips off a board of
the nearby fence, wedges it down the dogs collar
and twists, breaking the dog's neck.

A reporter who in the park sees the incident,
and rushes over to interview the boy.

"Lil' Giants Fan Saves Friend From Vicious
Animal," he starts writing in his notebook.

"But I'm not a Giants fan," the little hero replied.

"Sorry, since we're in New York, I just assumed
you were," said the reporter and starts again...

"Little Jets Fan Rescues Friend From Horrific Attack!
How's that?" he continued writing in his notebook.

"I ain't a Jets fan either," the boy said.

"I assumed everyone in New York was either for the
Giants or at least the Jets... What team do you root for?"
the reporter asked.

"I'm a Cowboys fan," the kid said with pride.

The reporter starts a new sheet in his notebook and writes,
"Little Redneck Kills Beloved Family Pet."



Unfortunately, this bias is all too real when it pertains
to certain ideologies!

Professor Howdy said...

Two UNC grads were driving through Tennessee. As they
were approaching the town of Ootewah, they started arguing
about the pronunciation of the name. They argued back and
forth until they stopped for lunch. As they stood at the
counter, one UNC grad asked the manager, "Before we order,
could you please settle an argument for us? Would you
please pronounce where we are,...very slowly?"

The manager leaned over the counter and said,
"Burrrrrrrr-gerrrrrrr-Kiiiiing."

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