Masks

Masks

Hello November!
Good-bye October!

The first Thursday of the eleventh month in the year 2018…
November will have five Thursdays… (Don’t forget… the Fourth Thursday is Thanksgiving!)

Last night, I sat in my driveway dressed up as “Captain America” while passing out candy to anyone who came by saying “Trick or Treat!”

Can you imagine trying to explain the tradition of Halloween to an Alien?

Captain America: “Well… you see… there’s this one day out of the year where children are encouraged to dress up in a costume and walk around the neighborhood and knock on people’s doors asking for candy. And guess what? People actually give the kids candy. Lots of candy. Boatloads of candy.”

Alien: “What happens if they come back the next day?”

Captain America: “No Candy!”

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Hummingbirds, Bees and the Birds

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It’s the last Thursday of October…

Very reflective morning spent in the backyard watching the hummingbirds, the bees and the birds feed off the blooms of the flowers against the south wall.

I am not sure how all this works, but these hummingbirds, bees and birds are enjoying the nectar of the flowers and somehow pollen gets all over the hummingbirds, bees and birds.

The hummingbirds, bees and birds then take flight…

Along the way, the pollen on these hummingbirds, bees and birds “cross pollinate” onto other plants and flowers, providing much needed nourishment, allowing those other plants and flowers to grown and flourish.

Got me thinking…

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Love, Monica!

Monica Love

Two days ago I had the wonderful privilege of officiating a wedding for some good friends of mine from Iowa in Zion National Park located in Southern Utah.

Zion National Park is beyond spectacular as it attracts the third most visitors of all the National Parks.

Before I left Zion yesterday, I stopped by the gift shop at the Park entrance and picked up a couple of items. At the cash register I had the distinct joy of meeting… Monica!

She was all “tatted” up. Even though she had on a crew neck long sleeved shirt, her tattoos oozed out everywhere… Some sort of flowery vine serpentined around her neck. Ink was present on all ten digits on her hands.

As I am wont to do when I meet people with tattoos, I always inquire about the stories behind the tattoos. Body art always has a story to tell and most of the time such tales are revealing and fascinating.

Standing at the register didn’t afford me much time, but I did offer, “Tell me about your tattoos on your hand…” (See accompanying photo!)

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Prayer

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Thursday’s Thoughts from Pastor David

On the 27th day of the ninth month in the year of our Lord two thousand and eighteen, I pray with great urgency that the presence of God, the grace of God, the love of God, the mercy of God and the abundance of the compassion of God will dwell richly in your heart this day…

I ran across a new definition of Prayer which I wanted to pass on to you this day by Dr. Ralph Martin:

“Prayer is, at root, simply paying attention to God.”

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The Shadow of Death

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Happy Thursday to you!

Novak Djokovic just won the Gentlemen’s Tennis Championship at Wimbledon on Sunday!

France just won the World Cup on Sunday!

Jordan Spieth just finished at 1 over at the Open Championships at Carnoustie, Scotland today! (The British Open)

And I am just six days removed from officiating the memorial service for a three year old little boy named Zachary who drowned in his backyard pool.
That reality weighs much heavier on my heart and mind than the aforementioned sporting events.

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Paths of righteousness

Paths of Righteousness

“He leads me in paths of righteousness, for his name’s sake.” (Psalm 23: 3)

Remember reading this classic poem by Robert Frost?
Check it out below…

 The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Jesus is known as the “Righteous One” (1 John 2: 1)
When I follow Jesus, He leads me down paths, byways, highways and roads less traveled by which are “righteous.”

He does so for “his name’s sake.”
His reputation and His name are at stake for which road He leads us on.
The “righteous one” cannot lead me down paths which are “unrighteous.”
If He did what would that suggest for “his name’s sake”?

Listen to what Jesus says:
“Enter through the narrow gate.
For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction,
and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” (Matthew 7: 13-14)

Lots of roads will be diverging today for you to choose to travel upon.
Some will be broad and some will be narrow.
Some will be easy to take and some will be difficult to navigate.

Let me encourage you to let Jesus lead you through the narrow and less traveled road.
I do believe that will make all the difference!

SeeingGodatWorkEveryDay…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

www.daviddendy.com

Last night…

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The day after the 242nd birthday of the United States of America!

Last night I watched the “Red rockets red glare” and the “Bombs bursting in air”.
They “gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there”…
Two hundred and forty-two years later!

Last night I sang the “Star Spangled Banner” for the one millionth time…
I got chill bumps while singing, like I do EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

A friend of mine shared this remembrance of her dad singing the Star Spangled Banner rather loudly at some event:
When I was young I would say “Dad, that’s embarrassing when you sing it that loud”.
And he’d say “it’s embarrassing when you don’t “.

Last night, as I watched the fireworks my heart was moved to tears of joy as my mind drifted into imagining every community which has watched fireworks over the last 242 years celebrating our independence and freedom.

From the town squares in Georgia to the circle in Orange, California.
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Like a bridge over troubled water…

Bridge

Can you picture it in your mind?

Art Garfunkel, high forehead, wild and wiry hair stretching in all directions, sitting on the piano bench, maybe he’s wearing jeans, donning a wide blue and white striped crew neck shirt, his hands ever so gently placed on the well-worn keys. He leans forward ever so slightly and begins to play the intro to the song you have heard a million times. You pause from whatever you are doing and your mind halts, shifts gears and takes you back however many years it is to the place where you first heard this song. Your heartbeat slows, your blood pressure lowers, and in a bizarre and peculiar way time stands still for just a nanosecond right as the intro comes to a close and you hear Art Garfunkel breathe out the words ever so softly and yet powerfully which you know by heart –

“When you’re weary, feeling small”…
You know this song by heart. Imperceptibly your mind gauges if there is anyone nearby, hoping and yearning for the opportunity to let these words become your own in song, out loud, allowing your heart to just “let it out, loud and proud!”

“When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all
I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can’t be found”

And now comes the tagline… the line you have been patiently waiting for, the line you have used in context and out of context for the last forty-eight years, five months and twenty-eight days…
“Like a bridge over troubled water”
Not just any bridge. Not just some bridge. Not an “other” bridge. No. Heavens no!
YOU are the bridge. You were the bridge. And… You will always be the bridge! Not a passive bridge, but rather an active, living, breathing bridge that spans the troubled waters, not confined to geographical boundaries or borders… No! Wherever you are, you are the BRIDGE that will lay down…over the troubled water.
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down…

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Extra, Extra, Extra Onions

Carls Jr Hamburger

My first “paycheck” job was at the hamburger restaurant chain “Carl’s Jr.” founded by Cark Karcher back in the 1940’s (originally a Hot Dog stand), in Los Angeles.

It was the summer after my junior year in high school and there I was putting frozen hamburgers on the grill, submerging French fries into 48,000 degree grease, making burgers, running a cash register, cleaning the dining area. I had it going on! All the while wearing my ultra-cool “brown and orange” polyester uniform with the classic Carl’s Jr. hat.

One day, my friend Fred and I were in charge of making the hamburgers. The order came back, “Famous Star (name of one of the hamburgers), with extra, extra, extra onions!”

I asked the cashier, “Extra, extra, extra onions?” She vigorously nodded her head in the affirmative. I looked at Fred. Fred looked at me. No words needed to be exchanged. We were going to give this lady, EXTRA, EXTRA, EXTRA ONIONS!

And so we did… I bet we piled ten to twelve rings of large raw onions on this lady’s hamburger. The burger was “stacked” with the extra onions. We could barely get the wrapping around the burger it was piled so high.

We wrapped the burger, placed it on the tray along with the large fries and medium drink.

We looked on with a great deal of satisfaction as the lady who ordered extra, extra, extra onions picked up her tray and headed to the dining room.

About five minutes lady, the “extra, extra, extra onions” lady appeared at the counter with her “half-eaten” sandwich laying on the wide-open wrapper with a very discouraging and yet sheepish smile on her face. I asked her, “May I help you?”

Her reply made me and Fred laugh out loud…

“You forgot the hamburger!”

And sure enough… we had forgotten to place the hamburger on the bun!

What made Fred and I laugh even more was this lady had eaten half her sandwich before she realized there was no burger!

SeeingGodatWorkEveryDay..

How’s your day going so far today?

I am just wondering… are you so focused on the “onions’ of life, the “extras” of life, the “condiments” of life that you have forgotten to feast on the burger (the main thing) of life?

Happens to me all the time!

There’s an old saying, “Keep the main thing, the main thing.” Easier said than done.

I don’t know what the main thing is for you, but for me, it is “seeking first the kingdom of God and His righteousness.” (Matthew 6: 33) and “loving one another.” (John 13. 34).

When I start focusing on all the “EXTRA, EXTRA, EXTRAS”, that is when I miss out on the burger of life and end up having nothing but a mouthful of bad breath…

Enjoy your burger today…

SeeingGodatWorkEveryDay…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

www.daviddendy.com

 

 

David Cassidy and The Blessing

Image: THE PARTRIDGE FAMILY

I am of the age where I grew up watching The Partridge Family ( a Family Band) on my family’s RCA console TV.

The main star of The Partridge Family was David Cassidy who played Keith Partridge, a teenage idol and heartthrob, both on the TV show and in real life.

As a teenager I knew David Cassidy was popular, but until just the other night, I had no idea just how popular he was worldwide.

David Cassidy performed in front of six (count em – SIX) sold out shows at the famed Wembley Stadium in 1973, in one weekend, a feat which has never been matched.

In a three-year span from 1971-1973, David Cassidy appeared on the cover of Tiger Beat Magazine thirty-four (count em – 34) times.

A charismatic, talented, gifted singer and songwriter, Cassidy worked tirelessly for years, a trait he picked up from his Broadway, good looking, charismatic, talented and gifted singer father, Jack Cassidy.

My interest in David Cassidy reached a fever pitch this week as the documentary “David Cassidy: The Last Session” was aired on A&E TV this week.

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