My philosophy is the more cringeworthy the joke, the better. In my old age, I’ve come to appreciate the fine art of the dad jokes. Even if I’m a cat dad, I think I’m still entitled to tell my fair share of bad jokes.

The art of the bad joke is in the telling. You really have to sell it to make it funny, i.e. less painful. And the fact that tomorrow’s Friday makes it less painful.

Also, I’m always on the lookout for more bad, corny jokes. You can post them in the comments or you can email them to me at gmendel72@icloud.com. The more, the merrier.

And, as always, you’re welcome.

I read something interesting and thought-provoking in an email I received today. It centers around philosopher Blaise Pascal and something he said when it comes to disagreements. Rather than try to put it in my own words, I’m copying and pasting it here:

“Philosopher Blaise Pascal was best known for his so-called ‘wager’ that believing in God is the smartest decision, even if you’re not sure God exists. What many don’t know is that Pascal was a pioneer in the psychology of persuasion.

Heated disagreements are common in social media, writes Olivia Goldhill at ‘Quartz.’ But Pascal suggested centuries ago that if you want to convince someone of your position, you don’t begin by telling them they’re wrong. You understand where they’re coming from, admit ways they’re right, but suggest they maybe haven’t seen the whole picture

‘No one is offended at not seeing everything,’ wrote Pascal. ‘But [they don’t] like to be mistaken.’

Another tip? Lead people to the answer, but let them discover it on their own. ‘People are generally better persuaded by reasons they have themselves discovered than by those from the minds of others.’

These are great tips, especially for Christians, who are entrusted with the most important truths there are, and who are to speak those truths in love.”

I think an additional aid in persuasion is listening to understand and not merely to reply. When the other senses that you care enough to take in what they are saying, they will be much more likely to listen to you in return. When they sense you’re interested in cultivating a relationship over time and not merely in preaching to them, they will be open to what you have to say.

Here’s the link to the article in full:

https://breakpoint.org/66206-2/?_hsmi=142074218&_hsenc=p2ANqtz-9U1A-PZtI8peh0UCBguhyn1yH8mAjkoQlC4JPOjj0nKZPTzN3Ksvze9kQvyOdsGxq1l0bdwrqSNeiOQxzzYa66Zc5riw

Recently, I rediscovered an amazing talent named Eva Cassidy. She was (and remains) as hard to classify and categorize as ever. She had a beautiful, angelic voice that felt right at home with folk, blues, jazz, and just about any other genre of music you can think of.

She was adamantly true to her vision of music, unwilling to compromise for the sake of record deals and popularity. She remained in obscurity during her lifetime and only attained to stardom and fame after her untimely passing at t he age of 33 from cancer.

She is known for the recordings of her concert at Blues Alley from 1996. Sadly, she would pass away 10 months later, never knowing the full impact of her music. In 2001, one of her albums unexpectedly reached #1 on the charts in Britain.

Her music was pure and honest, without any gimmickry or auto-tune or overdubs or anything that smacked of fake. Her vocal range was incredible and she had the ability to belt or to sing softly and sweetly. Either way, her voice was mesmerizing.

If you want, you can go to Youtube and type in Eva Cassidy. It will bring up videos of her live recordings as well as most of her studio output. Regretfully, there’s not a lot out there, but what exists is beautiful.

Thank you, Eva, for sharing your gift with us. We are better people for it.

“I’ve read the last page of the Bible, it’s all going to turn out all right” (Billy Graham).

Some days you need to know that the story has a happy ending. Some days aren’t necessarily the worst or best ever. They’re just somewhere in the middle kind of meh days.

No matter what, you need to know that because of the resurrection, the worst part is never the last part. Your story doesn’t end with ashes and defeat.

Even on good days, there’s a hint that something’s missing, like it’s almost perfect but could be a little better. Even the joy is tinged with a little bit of sadness.

I like the quote that says that everything will be fine in the end. If it’s not fine, it’s not the end. Because of the empty tomb, it’s true.

There she is. Just a tortie thinking deep tortie thoughts. Contemplating the unfathomable mysteries of all things feline. Perhaps dreaming of her next snack.

Man, I’d give just about anything to be a cat for a day. To sleep all day and have people bring me snacks and pet me and tell me I’m a good little boy. I settle for watching Peanut when she’s napping. It’s one of the most peaceful and calming things to watch a cat sleeping, with no cares or worries.

I may not be a cat, but I can learn how to rest with no cares or worries. Jesus said for me to take His yoke, for it is light and easy to bear. He said to cast all my cares and worries on Him because He cares for me. He said to come to Him when I am weary and overburdened and I will find real rest for my soul.

I may not can transform into a feline, but over a lifetime I can learn the unhurried rhythms of grace and how to slow down and to rest in my Father’s care.

“THE EARLIEST REFERENCE to the Resurrection is Saint Paul’s, and he makes no mention of an empty tomb at all. But the fact of the matter is that in a way it hardly matters how the body of Jesus came to be missing because in the last analysis what convinced the people that he had risen from the dead was not the absence of his corpse but his living presence. And so it has been ever since” (Frederick Buechner, The Faces of Jesus).

It matters that there is a ton of evidence to support the resurrection of Jesus. Of course there’s an empty tomb where the body of Jesus had been laid previously.

But the biggest evidence is the transforming presence of the risen and living Jesus. That’s what led those disciples from hiding out in an upper room to being willing to risk everything — including their lives — to spread the news of the Messiah to all the known world. That’s what led that small ragtag group of followers to completely turn their world upside down for the sake of the gospel. That’s the hope that we have in the world.

I really have found that in God’s economy, things have a way of working out the way they’re supposed to. In my experience, they rarely work out like I planned or envisioned, but then again, my foreknowledge and understanding are quite limited. I can’t claim to be in all places and in all times or to have all knowledge. Only God fits that bill.

When I started writing these posts almost 11 years ago, I really had no plan. It was (and still is) a surprise from day to day what will end up in print. I do very little editing or correcting (beyond the occasional spelling or grammatical error) and i usually write as I go.

Sometimes, I get stuck. Some days, I don’t have much in the way of creative juices flowing. Some days, I start to write and I’m as astonished as anyone else at what comes out.

If I had an overall theme, it would be the unwieldy and incomprehensible grace of God that defies all logic and understanding, that reaches into the darkest and foulest places of human hearts and brings light and hope where there was none. It is the grace alone that can redeem and save and transform even the most lost of causes and people.

If I’m honest, I’d love to have millions of readers who gush over me and praise my writing. Still, I’m very grateful for every single person who reads these posts, whether it be 100 or 10 or just dear old Mom. I’m thankful that I have an outlet to ramble and rant and get all my random and various thoughts out there. It’s been a very crazy and fun ride. And there’s more to come.

My Jeep hit yet another milestone. 385,000 miles and counting. The old Jeep may look a little worn, but she’s still going strong. Jeep strong.

One of these days, I’m going to have to say goodbye to this little vehicle. She won’t run forever. It pains my heart a little to even think of replacing her, but one day I won’t have a choice. Also, the way the prices for used cars are escalating, I get a little bit of anxiety over the thought of looking for another car.

But I’ve found that God has provided me with the car I need (and not necessarily the one I wanted at the time) when I needed it, and not one moment sooner or one moment later. He arranged the people and circumstances in such a way that I never would have predicted nor would I have orchestrated the events if it were up to me. Yet each time I found that God’s ways were far, far better than mine.

Given the choice between fear and faith, anxiety and adoration, I choose faith and adoration. I choose God’s ways, even when I can’t understand them or even see them yet. I choose God, even when He seems absent and silent. I choose to keep trusting what I know to be true over what I fear and what I feel.

So I did a dumb thing today. Well, actually it was more of an absent-minded oversight kind of thing. I went to Franklin in expectations of the fun and frivolity that comes with the Main Street Festival. As it turns out, that festival starts tomorrow. I had the right place, but I was about 16 hours early. Oops.

Still, I had a good night. It wasn’t as crowded as it would have been during the Main Street Festival. I didn’t have to park a mile away and walk. Plus, there was a cool breeze with just the tiniest hint of fall in it. And the rain held off until I was driving home.

So if me getting my dates wrong is the worst thing that happened to me today, I’m doing alright. The fact that I’m still alive and kicking means something. Well, not literally kicking. At my age, I could probably throw my back out or something. But alive and breathing is doable.

I suppose the next time a festival rolls around, I will pay more attention to the actual days and dates. That way, I show up on the day of the actual event and can partake. That seems like a good plan to me.

“What God is doing in the coronavirus is showing us—graphically, painfully—that nothing in this world gives the security and satisfaction that we find in the infinite greatness and worth of Jesus. This global pandemic takes away our freedom of movement, our business activity, and our face-to-face relations. It takes away our security and our comfort. And, in the end, it may take away our lives. The reason God exposes us to such losses is to rouse us to rely on Christ. Or to put it another way, the reason he makes calamity the occasion for offering Christ to the world is that the supreme, all-satisfying greatness of Christ shines more brightly when Christ sustains joy in suffering” (John Piper, 82).

I confess there’s a lot I don’t know about the way the world works. I don’t pretend to know the ins and outs of suffering or why it exists or how God uses it in His greater plan. I do know that God is great, God is good, and He is for us. The Bible says God is working all things — including pandemics — for good to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.

I’ve learned lately that a lot of what I have considered vital and important doesn’t really matter all that much in the grand scheme of eternity. All the toys and trophies we’ve accumulated over the years won’t mean anything when this life ends. What will really matter are the lives we’ve impacted for God and God’s kingdom.

We as believers have a message of hope to a world that desperately needs it, provided we haven’t been too busy compromising it away in order to be relevant to the culture we’re called to redeem and transform by the power of the gospel. Let us endeavor to pray that God will lead us to serendipitous encounters that lead to gospel conversations and gospel relationships for the glory of God.