Hot diggity dog, we've made it to
Wednesday, July 9, 2014. The hot dog metaphor is pertinent since that's what we will be featuring, along with all the trimmings, for tonight's pot luck supper at the place where our local fellowship of believers assemble for our mid week time together. This means that I need to scramble up some items to take since the wife usually takes care of this task, and she is at Church camp. In our home our approach to the hot dog scenario is pretty much routine and tame. We typically want our beef wieners served on a hot dog bun with mustard and/or mayo, some chili, typically out of a can, Wolf's brand, and then sprinkled with some shredded cheddar. We do keep ketchup for the grand kids, relish on hand and have also made chopped onions available to those who like theirs that way. I know people who like to really get creative in adding this, that, or the other, and if that works for them, well, so be it. I recently looked at a pricing chart for all the major league baseball teams listing what their concessions charged for a hot dog. Cincinnati had the lowest price listed at $1 for a dog. The highest was $6.25 sold at the NY Mets stadium. The nearest to us, the Astros, sell theirs for $4.75. To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised. I would have guessed much more, like maybe $20 each. The ones we will be serving up tonight are offered up at no charge but they do come with a heartfelt smile and a prayer. I think I could use a couple right now. (Smiles and prayers.)
According to the number of mentions on Facebook, I will tell you there are many folks crossing off items on their bucket lists. You know. That's a list of all the things you want to do before you kick the bucket. There are some funny take offs on silly bucket lists. One says they want to put some blue Gatorade in a Windex bottle and walk around drinking from it. Another one said she wanted to take someone's clothes away at a beach shower and leave only a funny costume for them to wear. There's the ones we all could guess. Ride in a hot air balloon. Swim with dolphins. Skydive or maybe scuba dive. Develop six pack abs. Attend a Jewish wedding. Learn to surf. Climb a mountain. Ride a bull. Do something that gets a standing ovation. Walk barefooted across a bed of hot coals. Create a new board game. Have a book published. There are literally hundreds of these and our minds are the only limitation. I suppose for me the first item would have to be to have a bucket list. Although I will admit that I have some things I've always wanted to do. They typically involve travel, preferably by train, in far, far away places. Maybe I heard one too many trains passing through as a kid growing up in rural Louisiana. Maybe it means something. Maybe I should put on my bucket list that I need to find out. Maybe not.
I do know there are some things that God blesses us with that transcend any we could pursue or hope for. Our youngest son, Rodney, called me earlier this week and told me how that he and his 8 year old baby boy, Brady, were traveling down the road together when the subject turned to God. After several minutes of forth and back conversation, our little Brady boy announced that he wanted to give his heart to Jesus. That is a shout for joy and praise the Lord announcement folks! Nothing is better in this world than to know that our children and grandchildren will be with us in heaven forever and ever,
Amen. I'm thankful that Brady called on the Lord to save him. I'm thankful that Rodney was willing to share this greatest truth with his son. I'm also thankful that Rodney knew what to say, based on his own salvation experience, along with the knowledge that God has provided to him in his upbringing and in his learning as a believer. As I read many of the bucket lists out on the web, I did not notice any that talked about seeing someone saved and on their way to heaven as a result of a personal witness. That's sad because talk about an experience that will last! How about for time and eternity! And I do say
Amen to that! May God bless each one. ....More later.
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