Pretty much yeah.

Lately, the way these posts works is like this. I don’t have a clue about what I want to write about, so I will go and check out my Facebook memories to inspire me. I think this one just about says it all.

In a social media culture where we can hide behind our keyboards and devices and rip others to shreds, I think we need to rediscover kindness. Being right is important, but it doesn’t do anyone any good if you’re a jerk about it. I think the Bible talks about how if you do all these marvelous deeds and speak lofty mysteries but don’t have love, it’s worth nothing. What counts is speaking and acting the truth in love.

I’ve come to realize that people don’t need you to tell them what’s wrong with them. 99% of the time they already know how messed up and broken they are. If you’re honest, you will confess that you’re just as messed up and broken as they are.

What they– what we need is someone who listens not to gather material for a retort, but who truly listens to understand and to empathize and to share your burdens. You earn the right to speak into people’s lives by showing compassion and demonstrating care, by loving people in the way that God has loved you.

As much as I love the Red Sled, I know that it won’t last forever. It has over 380,000 miles and it’s still going strong, but eventually it will break down at some point.

So my next car could be the Nutmobile. What do you think?

I get that it’s big and bulky and probably difficult to drive, but think about this: I could always find my car in any parking lot. I may not be able to park in most places, but when I do, I would have no trouble finding where I parked.

Does a car like this come with a lifetime supply of peanut butter? That would be awesome. If not, it’s still a stellar ride. You can probably set it for a smooth ride, or if you go off-road, it might get a bit crunchy. Ok, that was bad, but you get the idea.

This is me at 10:16 pm, up later than I should be on a work night, dreaming out loud again. Maybe it’s time to go to bed.

That’s one thing I’ve learned in the course of my life. You always have something new to learn. You never have it all figured out, especially when it comes to matters of faith. You can learn from anyone if you have the right spirit — a humble and receptive heart.

It’s easy for me to point the proverbial finger at others who need improving. Sometimes and in some people the flaws are more obvious than in others. But if I can look in the mirror, both literal and figurative, and see how I need changing, then I have way less time to be concerned with how everyone else around me needs to change. Plus, if I change, I see others in a new light. I see them through the lens of grace and not merit.

At the end of the day, I know I’m a sinner saved by grace. I know I don’t deserve anything good, and I also know I don’t have the right to point any fingers at any one. I know that in Jesus I get everything I didn’t deserve and then some.

I still have a lot to learn. And God may teach me through some very interesting and unexpected means. That means I should always be humble and ready to learn, no matter where the lesson comes from.

In case of a zombie apocalypse . . . well, I just don’t know.

I know that it’s a possibility based on the way the past 13 or so months have gone. I can see the vaccines turning people into the flesh-craving undead and the world being taken over by zombie hordes.

For the record, I am not an anti-vaxxer. This is all in jest. I plan on being vaccinated at some point in the near future, but just in case . . .

If the world is truly overrun by the walking dead, my plan is simply to eat all the quesadillas and give thanks that I’ve had a good life. I don’t really see myself surviving long in a zombie apocalypse. I just don’t think I could run that fast, especially after all those quesadillas, along with the requisite chips and queso. I’d be a goner.

But just in case I manage not to become a human hors d’oeuvres, I think I’ll hang out with people who are faster and stronger. That way, I can be the moderately funny one with the wise-cracking one-liners. Maybe even the undead will be too busy laughing at me to eat me. At least that’s how I’m hoping it’ll play out.

But thankfully, it’s all hypothetical. I do like The Walking Dead and all the zombie movies, knowing in the back of my mind that I’m 98% sure that they don’t really exist. Maybe 96% sure.

Martin Luther King Jr.

“Easter comes out ringing in terms that we all hear if we seek to hear it, that the soul of man is immortal. Through the resurrection of Jesus Christ we have fit testimony that this earthly life is not the end, that death is just something of a turn in the road, that life moves down a continual moving river, and that death is just a little turn in the river, that this earthly life is merely an embryonic prelude to a new awakening, that death is not a period which ends this great sentence of life but a comma that punctuates it to more loftier significance. That is what it says. That is the meaning of Easter. That is the question that Easter answers – that death is not the end” (Martin Luther King Jr, ‘Questions That Easter Answers’ sermon, Dexter Avenue Baptist Church, Montgomery, AL, April 21, 1957).

That’s what Easter means. Death is not the end. Jesus died, but He did not stay dead. He was buried in a tomb that was borrowed for three days, as the song goes, but did not stay there.

Peter Marshall once said that the stone in front of Jesus’ tomb was rolled away not so that Jesus could get out but so that His disciples could get in. Jesus may have very well walked through the stone just as He walked through the locked door where the disciples were hiding out. The point was that Peter and John could see for themselves that the tomb that once held the body of Jesus was empty, save for His burial cloths. Jesus was not there.

That means for all those who hope in Jesus, death is not the end. It is not a period to the sentence of life but a comma. It shows that the real and best life, unhindered by sin and unencumbered by a fallen world, is yet to come.

“Oh love that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in thee
I give thee back the life I owe
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be

Oh light that followest all my way
I yield my flickering torch to thee
My heart restores its borrowed ray
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be

Oh joy that seekest me through pain
I cannot close my heart to thee
I trace the rainbow through the rain
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be

Oh cross that liftest up my head
I dare not ask to fly from thee
I lay in dust’s life’s glory dead
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be” (Tom Fettke / George Matheson / Albert Peace).

These are the words of one of my favorite hymns. They seem very appropriate right now to me as so many I know are nearing the end of their life’s journeys. May the words speak comfort to you as they have to me.

I’m thankful that tomorrow is Easter Sunday, when the tomb that was borrowed for three days emptied and the death that seemed to reign for so long was finally defeated for all time.

I saw a house on fire today. It’s not something you see every day — or want to see every day. In fact, I’d probably be okay to never see something like that again. It was a sucker punch to the gut kind of moment.

I could see the smoke when I was still miles away, so I knew something was up. Then I saw the flames.

I caught myself thinking, “I can’t imagine what that must be like.”

I have no previous experience that could help me to comprehend something like that. I mean I could sympathize to a point, but I have no concept of standing in front of my home watching all my possessions go up in flames. To know that old photos and scrapbooks and childhood mementos are forever lost. That’s something that I can’t wrap my brain around.

I was reminded of the verse that says that in my weakness, God’s power is perfected. In times of my own utter helplessness, that’s when God really shows up.

I know in those moments when we’re helpless as we watch our home burning or a loved one in their last moments of life, we feel completely and totally helpless. There’s not a thing we can do. If you’re not there already, it’s probably something that has haunted you, gnawing at the back of your mind as a kind of nameless fear.

Maybe you think if that moment ever came, there’s no way that you could make it through. But when the moment comes, we so often find that we are carried through. Somehow, we can look back from the other side and see that we survived. That worst scenario becomes the moment when God becomes so very real and present.

We do find that God really is our refuged and strength, a very present help in the midst of trouble. We find that we can lean on those everlasting arms. We know that peace that passes all understanding and that casts out all fear.

I don’t ever wish those moments on anyone, but they do come. When they come, that’s when you find out how great and strong and good God is. That’s when you discover joy in the midst of great sorrow and loss. That’s when God shows up.

In case you’re wondering how to relax and have a good time, I give you an expert in the subject, my cat Peanut. She has developed a system that seems to work for her quite well. Here it is:

1. Find a comfortable spot. If there are humans occupying your spot, wait. They will move eventually, either to do stuff or to go pee or to go to bed. Then move into the spot of your choice.
2. Make yourself at home in said spot. Stretch a lot. Yawn hugely. Groom yourself. Do whatever it takes to find your center of calm and to make yourself as sleepy as possible.
3. Fall asleep. If you’re a feline, this is second nature. If not, it might take a bit of practice to get used to falling asleep on a whim.
4. Stay asleep for several hours. You can always roam around for a bit and come back to your spot. You can even have your five minutes of manic activity involving running around the house for no good reason, then come back to your spot and resume your hybernation.

Congratulations! You have now achieved the feline level of zen. You now know how to party like a cat, which means to lay low and take naps. You can be at peace and rest while everyone else is running around like crazy. Enjoy.

Lately, it’s been difficult to discern what season we’re in because of all the crazy fluctuating temperatures and weather. In the past few weeks, we’ve gone from the 70s to the 20s, from thunderstorms to sunny. That actually sounds like my old Zune playlist from back in the day.

It’s hard to know how to dress appropriately when it feels like the dead of winter in the morning and almost summer by the afternoon. Do you wear a jacket that you will leave at the office because by the time you leave, you don’t need it anymore? Or do you just suffer through scraping off the ice from your windshield in short sleeves, hoping the heater in your car will thaw your frozen fingers? The struggle is real.

I have a love-hate relationship with spring. I love the warmer temperatures. I don’t love all the pollen. I really like having more daylight. I really don’t like all the rain and storms that come from all the times when cold fronts meet warm fronts. I still can’t get over how I’ve gone from using the heater in my car to using my A/C in the same day.

But summer will be here before long. I like summer — for about two weeks. Then I’m over the stupid hot humidity. I’m done with sweat-pocalypse. I’m not a fan of extreme hot or cold, which is why I prefer fall and spring over summer and winter.

If I could have my way, the year would start off in October and go through the end of December. Then we’d go back to October again and repeat the cycle. That’s my favorite part of the year anyway. But then again, I’d also like to eat chocolate and peanut butter all day every day and not get fat. So maybe I’m not the best judge about what’s good or not.