Reflections on 30 Years

A couple of years ago I turned 40 and wrote a post, on the other blog, about things I had done over the past four decades and a few still on my “bucket list.” I even asked for suggestions; maybe I’m not aware of all that I have not experienced yet. Today is a different sort of birthday. It was on June 19th, 1988, that I became a born again Christian believer. Continue reading

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J.D. Greear, SBC President

It was somewhat expected by those in the know that J.D. Greear would be elected to serve as SBC President at the annual meeting in Dallas this week. I was still somewhat surprised by the 68% of ballots he received from messengers. While many were pleased with the announcement the reactions ranged from “Thank God” to talk of the downward spiral the SBC has been on for years. While I would make a good 3 1/2 point Calvinist at best I am going out on a limb and saying this choice will not seal our fate. Greear’s election is not the final nor any other nail in the coffin. Continue reading

Hi Thirsty, I’m Dad

The dad joke. We all grew up with them but only in recent years has that became an actually term. We can probably credit Twitter and Facebook hash tags for adding to our vocabulary nomenclature we never realized we needed. Father’s Day is coming up and I’m here to speak out in defense of the dad joke. Continue reading

My thoughts on Disney

Screenshot 2018-05-02 at 10.16.11 AMMy thoughts on Disney, for what it’s worth. Disney is not only a secular institution it is a business. They produce a multitude of entertainment products. I was never fully sold on the SBC boycott of all things Disney back in the 90’s, and that’s when I was young and foolish. There is so much filth and violence on t.v. and the big screen that children shouldn’t see or hear that it was a tough call for families to ignore the billion dollar entertainment giant cranking out the movies, shows, characters and songs that all children love. Continue reading

Maybe “Happy Monday” is a Problem

happy-monday-truckI was looking at Monday’s stats. Last night at 8 pm Happy Monday #268 had been online for 14 hours and was up to grand total of 1 view. The thing bugging me though is that several other Happy Monday posts were viewed, a total of 28 times in all. Happy Monday #101 was viewed seven times and that post is nearly four years old. That one has been viewed more times than any other Monday post for reasons I will never understand. Happy Monday #’s 50, 42 and 28 tend to pop up more than others as well.

Every Happy Monday post, with a few exceptions like “Happy Tuesday” or “Happy Monday: Coffee Drinkers Edition” has the same title. I’m starting to wonder if having 268 posts with the same title creates confusion. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Good Friday

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Explaining that his time had come in John 12:24, Jesus said that a grain of wheat could not bear fruit unless it first fell to the ground and died. The crucifixion may be the last stop in our Holy Week journey but for Jesus it was the next step in the process. He Cannot Save Himself is an old favorite of ours on Good Friday. Here are some other bits and pieces you might enjoy. Continue reading

Design Note

During certain times of the year I change the cover image of The Master’s Table Facebook page. I switch to the wise men following the star to Bethlehem during Advent and this image of three crosses for Holy Week. I don’t tinker with the banner here for a couple of reasons. One is I’m afraid of messing it up. I know, I know, but I still worry about never getting it to look exactly right again.

There is another reason. Di Vinci’s portrait of The Last Supper is where the idea for The Master’s Table as a title came from. There’s a whole explanation in the About section. That supper took place during Holy Week. It would be totally wrong to take it down this week of all weeks and replace it with something else. That picture is the goal for the Christian life. To eat and drink with the Master, sitting with other followers and listening to his teaching.