Thoughts on Jesus, Our Church and the Body of Christ

You may wonder what a Pastor thinks about when they stop and think. Here are a few tings that rattle around in my mind. Please don’t judge me. These thoughts happened because I read an Internet post.

Translation: It’s not my fault. Pray for me as I remind myself, “I take captive every thought to bring it into obedience of Christ Jesus.” (I Cor 10:5b)




Some observations from last week …

I went into a shoe store. They sell nothing but shoes. I was greeted by a clerk who asked me, “What brings you in today?

I was helping a young person complete a job application. Her first job. On the form is asked, “Who is to be called in case of an emergency? Without flinching she said, "An ambulance."

One of my good friends own a pet supply store. A young family was looking at a litter box. I could not help myself… I said, “Do you have a cat?” Duh! I’ve been thinking a lot about getting old. I know I still have something on the ball, it’s just getting harder to bounce it! Here are my thoughts…

• The older I get, the tougher it is to lose weight. My body and my fat have gotten to be really good friends.

• The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.

• And did you ever think about this… when you are looking for something, it’s always in the last place you choose to look??

• I’m not sure why, but mind landed on this tidbit… the Roman Numerals for forty (40) are XL. Coincidence? I don’t think so

• Did you know that when you put the 2 words "The" and "IRS" together it spells "Theirs?"

And finally, I’ve reached a point where I’ve stopped lying about my age and have started bragging about it. I now describe things by what year they happened. And maybe the most frustrating realities of my life is filling-out online forms. When they ask me to list my date of birth it takes forever to scroll that far down the list!

I’m not sure what God wants me to do with these thoughts as I bring them captive, but I will bring them captive anyway. I do not feel old, in fact I am more alive in Christ. I am still called to serve, and I love serving. I honor Moses more now, knowing that he didn’t start to lead until he was 80! Noah was 480 years old when he built the ark. So, this week I tackle the profound thought: “If you did not know how old you are, how old would you chose to be?”

I’d like to hear your answer.