Horrible, disgusting mushrooms have found a home in my yard.

This, after hiring a landscaping crew to come in four times a year to do whatever landscapers do to keep our grass green and somewhat weed-free.

These mushrooms prevent me from keeping up with my neighbor, the one to the south who last year sodded his yard and installed an irrigation system. Without fail, sprinklers come on in a watering pattern that keeps his grass worthy of a Better Homes and Garden cover photo.

I have zero chance since I am our sprinkler system. I purchased two sprinklers for the days in which it did not rain, and while joined to their 100-ft. hoses, I drag them around the yard, spending hours a week trying to keep my grass green and happy

You can imagine my horror this year when I returned from Mexico to find unwanted demon-guests (aka mushrooms) leeching off the decaying nutrients in my soil.

When no local business offered a solution, I made phone calls to experts and was told that the shrooms no doubt had thrived because of the rain.

“As soon as the sun comes out and the rain stops, they will go away.” Whining to experts has accomplished nothing.

I have spiked the area around the little imps and filled it with liquid detergent. Two gallons of Dawn later, the parasites had turned black and stank horribly. (Stink, stank, stunk…yes, that is correct.

) But then they resurrected in another area, including the edge of my neighbor’s pristine yard, and I felt responsible.

No doubt they had spread their underground mushroom spore-filled gills into Never-Never-Neighbor-Land and now might overtake the entire neighborhood.

I have dug them up and bagged them for disposal. I have doused them with a vinegar/water solution and have treated them with non-soluble fertilizer.

Still, their bothersome bouquets proliferate.

It’s no coincidence that this morning’s Bible reading is in Romans where Paul addresses our sin nature. Several chapters are spent on the entanglement of sin and how easily we continue doing what we should not do instead of understanding that as Christians, we are to move toward holiness.

You know, instead of continuing to feed our souls on rot.

Sin comes natural to us, and like mushrooms, if unchecked, works its way out in thoughts, words, and deeds. If we do not kill the decay upon which our sin is relying for nourishment, it can take over our lives.

The apostle Paul was direct when asked if it’s okay to ignore sin (since we are covered by grace). He used three words to answer: “By no means!” We have to do everything we can to correct all ways we do not reflect Jesus Christ.

In other words, just like the death of the mushrooms is the Sun, the death of our sin is dependent on the Son of God.

I just need to spend as much time with Him as I do the annoying pests in our ground.

Keys to the Kingdom

 

The first special song I remember hearing in church in the 1960s was “Mansion Over the Hilltop.” My cousin’s wife Shirley and her sister Judy sang it in perfect harmony as Shirley played her happy accordion. Another gospel song I recollect is “Honey in the Rock“ written by Frederick A. Graves, an Assembly of God minister who was healed of epilepsy. He penned, “Have you tasted that the Lord is gracious? Do you walk in the way that’s new? Have you drunk from the Living Fountain? There’s honey in the Rock for you.”

God isn’t confined to doing things that are explainable. Everybody knows there’s no honey in a rock. But Psalm 81:16 NLT states, “I would satisfy you with wild honey from the rock.” You can think what you want, but I believe that “honey in the rock” signifies God’s special blessings. God wants to satisfy (bless) you with extraordinary honey for the taking. Our awesome God enjoys doing unexpected and out-of-the-ordinary things for His born-again children who love and obey Him. God created us because He desired an object of love. All He wants is for us to live as we have been created — in His image.

My Mom experienced honey in the Rock when she delivered a baby girl on February 7, 1958. While praying a few years prior, she had promised the Lord that she would one day have a baby girl for Him. That was a tremendous pledge of faith because she was the last child and only girl out of thirteen children. She delivered on her promise with me.

My Dad experienced honey in the Rock on the battlefield in Germany when he spotted a watch on the ground. When he bent over to pick it up, his Army buddy standing right beside him was shot and killed. After a few minutes of somewhat recovering from this traumatic experience, he looked for the watch and discovered there was no watch.

Several years ago, my brother experienced honey in the Rock when he made his weekly jail visit. He was extremely tired and seriously considered not going; after all, there was only one inmate there. But he followed his heart rather than his feelings and, while ministering to the man, discovered that he had planned to end his life that very night if Randy had not come. Both men’s lives were forever changed.

When my late husband was about 14 years old, he experienced honey in the Rock when he mounted Dynamite. That nutsy unbroken colt dragged his leg down a barbed-wire fence while running full speed. Concerned Jimmy would bleed to death before the ambulance arrived, his mother drove him to the hospital. The emergency surgery was successful and he was dismissed later that night. The family was greatly impacted and deeply grateful for God’s divine participation.

I experienced honey in the Rock the day I was driving on a hilly Missouri road between Cane Hill and Bona. I topped a hill and met a tractor-trailer rig more than hugging the center line. With no shoulder for extra room and no time to think, I jerked the wheel with uncanny precision to avoid a collision. After that close encounter of the scary kind, I realized an angel had most certainly taken control of the steering wheel.

The Key: God is your Rock and He has more honey than you can shake a stick at.

What was the population of Bourbon County at its peak? When was it? What about the incorporated cities in the county? What about the cities that have folded? What is the current population? Here is the list:

Bourbon County 28,575 in 1890; 14,653 in 2018

Bronson 595 in 1910; 305 in 2019

Fort Scott 11,946 in 1890; 7,697 in 2019

Fulton 506 in 1890; 155 in 2019

Mapleton 251 in 1930; 81 in 2019

Redfield 269 in 1920; 143 in 2019

Uniontown 371 in 1980; 264 in 2019

Wikipedia lists 12 communities in BB that are no longer incorporated, including Devon, Garland, Hammond, Hiattville, and Xenia, to name a few. It is also interesting to note that Bourbon County has historically been fairly balanced in the population mix between rural and urban residences.

Our county is half the size it was, and many communities have contracted by more than one-half. More communities have ceased to exist than are currently still incorporated.

Who is at fault? The short answer is no one, and everyone.

Many people, using 20/20 hindsight, blame past commissioners, but that is naïve. No one could have foreseen the megatrends of the 20^th and 21^st centuries that have challenged rural America. Obviously, it is silly to blame the current commissioners or anyone government entity. No commission has raised the levy in the six years I have been here; in fact, it has been lowered in recent years. The blame game started long ago and continues to this day. It has divided us into parochial camps.

We have become a victim of simple math: less people to pay the growing cost of government means the people that remain pay more. People get tired of paying more, and then they leave. Potential new people look at the cost of living here and chose to live elsewhere.

Now that we know that we cannot resist the forces that created our predicament, it is time to play offense and defense…together. We must reduce the cost of government (at least stop the steady increase), invest in problem-solving and work to attract new businesses/residents.

Lastly, we are going to have to give up some of our parochial natures. Yes, civic pride is desirable, but not to the exclusion of fellow residents of the county. Drop your grudges, work to reestablish trust, and let’s reach across artificial geographic lines and become a team. As Ben Franklin once said, “We must, indeed, all hang together or, most assuredly, we shall all hang separately.”

“Always read the fine print, from beginning to end.” Great advice from my lawyer-friend. My son is getting married mid-July. Finding a dress to wear for a mountaintop wedding has been a nuptial nightmare, especially since the bride’s mother already has found the perfect ensemble and emailed me a picture of it. The fact that she is a size 6 and I am…well, not, is somewhat disconcerting. (On another note, I am convinced we all will be size 4’s in Heaven.) My friend Marti has been on an internet mission to help me find something stunning. Two days ago, she came across a site that offered an array of sharp, flowing outfits, designed to hide the inner-tube that has, thanks to menopause–and possibly chocolate chip cookies– inexplicably surfaced around my waist. I selected three “hopefuls.” As I was placing my order, intending to return whichever two I did not want, I continued scrolling and was not happy with what I read. The dresses came from China so, in order to return them, I would pay 50% of their cost, plus shipping. Too, there was no real guarantee on the date they would arrive in Kansas. That was the end of that. There is no end to the “Read the fine print” warnings. Fancy-schmancy resorts have been known to hide extra costs in their small print. A $1500 trip can easily turn into a $2000 one based on what the company fails to reveal in its ad. My husband, Dave, recently had a charge of $74.46 for a product he had ordered two months previous. Come to find out, he did not read the fine print from beginning to end: “Approximately 3-4 weeks after your first order is shipped, and approximately every 12 weeks thereafter, you’ll be sent a new 90-day supply of _____.” My Luke Bryan tickets, purchased last year with insurance protection, ended up not protected “should an epidemic occur.” Of course, that was printed on the 244th (wee exaggeration) page of the insurance policy which I did not have four hours to read. There definitely is a benefit to reading to the end, even if it takes a magnifying glass to do so. After home economics teacher Donna Andrews booked her vacation to London, she read the travel insurance policy completely, and that’s where she discovered that it pays to read the fine print. Literally. As the first person to do so, Andrews received a $10,000 prize. It was an effort by Squaremouth to improve travel insurance literacy by encouraging customers to review the entire policy. Squaremouth estimates that less than 1% of travelers who buy travel insurance read all of their policy information. “We’re working to change that,” says Squaremouth CEO Chris Harvey. I love that the Bible has no fine print add-ons. There are no surprises, no “Oops! That really didn’t happen, but it’s a great story, don’t you think?” superfluities. Nowhere in small lettering is anything like “There really is a hidden cost to following the Savior.” That’s because what you read is what you get. Jesus walked on water. He healed the blind. He cured crazy people. He scolded religious leaders. And his disciples, chickens who went into hiding upon his death, turned into fearless, outspoken leaders following his resurrection. Jesus changed history. Forever. And ever. From beginning to end.

Keys to the Kingdom

I’ve heard way too many stories about the misconduct of a pressure cooker. I know of one country cook that had to scrape pinto beans off the kitchen ceiling, walls, and floor because her cooker blew its stack. I’ve never blown up anything because I’m afraid to use a pressure cooker, so I don’t even own one! I don’t like messes so, just to be safe, I practice patience and “w-a-i-t for it” by using a slow crockpot.

Everybody can skip through life when the sidewalk is smooth. But whether you’re a Christian or an unbeliever, we’re all going to experience segments of life in a pressure cooker. That’s where the rubber meets the road and you find out what you‘re made of. “You are a poor specimen if you can’t stand the pressure of adversity” (Proverbs 24:10 TLB).

When heartache, adversity, and disappointments knock on your door, that means they have arrived. And you better know what to do with them. Don’t hang out the “welcome” sign or roll out the red carpet! Adversities are uninvited and unwelcome visitors and they cannot take up residence in your life. Don’t let troubles set up camp in your heart and soul. We have to know how to hand them off to Jesus and keep them in proper perspective. Otherwise, they will get out of hand and be blown up all out of proportion. We have to deal with adversities similar to what Samson did — tie their tails together, set ’em on fire and send ‘em packin’ (Judges 15:4-5).

Your attitude and actions are extremely important to you, God, and everybody around you. The Bible tells us that troubles can’t keep a good man/woman down. “For the lovers of God may suffer adversity and stumble seven times, but they will continue to rise over and over again” (Proverbs 24:16 TPT). You can be bold as a lion, strong as an ox, and stubborn as a Missouri mule when you’re believing and standing on God’s Word.

The gospel song, “I Shall Not Be Moved” would be a great motto for Christians to adopt. “I have set the Lord always before me; because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved” (Psalm 16:8 NKJV). No matter what life throws our way or dumps on our porch, we cannot let it destroy our joy, peace, and confidence in Christ Jesus. Believers can say, “I am standing on the promises of God and I shall not be moved.” (So take them apples!)

The last thing I want to do is profess to believe in Almighty God and then be a poor specimen of a Christian because I won‘t trust God. My heavenly Father will take care of me and He‘ll take care of you. God has been good to me all my life and I’m confident that His love and my faith in Him will extend to my last breath.

Don’t wait for hard times to show up and then try to scrape up your spiritual weapons for battle. That’s like heading to the root cellar after the tornado blew up your house. Dig into that foxhole with God and prepare daily for life’s advancing trials. ”Let the Spirit renew your thoughts and attitudes” (Ephesians 4:23 NLT). Proper preparation prevents poor performance.

The Key: If you can’t take the pressure, get out of the kitchen and into God’s Word.

 

Consider the following data about housing SEK; new houses built from 2016 and 2019 by selected county:

Allen 60; Bourbon 10; Cherokee 47; Crawford 288; Linn 182

Also consider that 8 of the 10 houses built in BB were TINY houses, costing about $40,000 a piece. Only two market houses were built during the time period considered. Why are we the tip of the tail on the SEK housing dog? A few thoughts:

It is not employment. We have a strong employment base, and it seems that every employer is hiring. About one in three workers commute into BB from another jurisdiction. The lack of good jobs is not the problem.

It is not quality of life. We have as many amenities, if not more, as the competing counties listed above. Crime is not out of control, and community spirit is generally good. We have good schools, a good community college, good churches, and good cultural amenities.

First and foremost, it is taxes. Consider the fact that if you live in Fort Scott, you pay the highest tax rate of all first-class cities in the state, save one: Parsons. Here are the levies of the counties listed above:

Allen 62.88; Bourbon 66.67; Cherokee 51.70; Crawford 50.14; Linn 49.94

Yes, we are the highest in the area. We don’t even compare to Vernon County, Missouri.

The number two reason is related to the first: year after year of low comparable sales, because of high taxes, makes it VERY difficult for bankers and mortgage lenders to get an adequate appraisal to make a loan on a new house. Those who want to build a new house will have to come up with at least 30% down, perhaps more. Who can afford to throw away all that equity?

What is the solution? Some proposals:

Control the cost of government by looking at shared services. We can’t afford the luxury of taxing entities in close proximity ignoring each other, and replicating structures.

After we lower costs, reduce the levies. We have to get competitive with our neighbors. Also, we have to increase our assessed valuation, not by increasing the value of existing properties but building new ones.

Exploit what we have. Why does Linn County, which has one of the highest unemployment rates, and lowest household incomes in the state, build so many houses? Besides low taxes, they have lakes on which residents and those who want a second home can build. We have miles of undeveloped lake shoreline in BB.

Look to build public/private/charitable partnerships to explore solutions. It will take private creativity, public investment, and some charity to get the housing ball rolling, until taxes can be mitigated, and comparable sales increased.

Let’s make this a priority and seek solutions together.

Romans 12:10: Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.

When my two brothers and I were young, our widowed mother insisted that we refer to adults as “Ma’am” or “Sir.” Should we ignore that rule, we would be the recipient of her raised eyebrow, a look for which I was the intended target on multiple occasions. Years later, when I taught in the Texas school system, any “yes” or “no” always was followed by “ma’am.” Always! Imagine my shock when I began teaching in Fort Scott and, on day one, asked a question and was told “Yep.” I almost hyperventilated.

Today, Respect is in short supply. Oh, there are positions—such as the military– that insist on it, but rarely do we see it in action unless it is used to accomplish personal goals.

Dave, my husband, receives daily requests for autographs because of his career in professional baseball. Many times, the same person impersonally sends baseball cards on different dates and writes a simple “Please sign these and return them in the SASE.” One person has sent the same, two-page, hand-written letter at least ten times, but yesterday Dave’s baseball card was a photocopied one that he had signed months ago, only this time the sender tried to erase Dave’s ink signature and asked him to sign over it. Seriously bizarre.

A few days ago, Dave received the most respectful request for an autograph he remembers ever receiving. Hand-written front and back, “Evan” shared that when he grew up, he and his friends played baseball whenever they could, and when Dave became famous for throwing his high curve, “the LaLob,” the group of boys spent hours trying to duplicate the pitch. But then he shared a story about his desire to teach his sons the thrills that come from playing sports and obtaining autographs. The first baseball card he handed his son, the youngster ran his finger across it, thinking it to be a digital screen that would change as he rubbed it. The father realized that this might take more work than he had anticipated.

Evan wrote about a time our son Adam was rehabbing with a minor league Atlanta Braves’ team where the writer and his family were living. Typically, he said, big leaguers who were there to rehab scamper out of the stadium to awaiting cars following those games, but Adam remained behind to sign over 100 autographs, even staying for some stragglers to find pens and paper. Evan thanked Dave for raising such a respectful man who had stayed humble. (Inexplicably, Dave was given all the credit. An oversight, I’m sure.)

Evan took the time to make his letter personal, and yes, I realize there was something in it for him, but he could have done a lot less and received the same autograph.

We respect others when we listen to them, affirm them, defer to them, are polite to them and thank them.

I try to do those things but know I have much room for improvement.

John 6:3-5 demonstrates how seriously Jesus takes a lack of respect. Jesus is being berated for being a nobody. “Isn’t this the carpenter, the son of Mary and the brother of James, Joses, Judas, and Simon? Aren’t His sisters here with us as well?” In other words, “We know this man’s family. Not exactly upper crust. And his career as a handyman certainly doesn’t warrant any accolades.” Then Jesus speaks to them, “Only in his hometown, among his relatives, and in his own household is a prophet without honor.” So, except for a few minor miracles, Jesus “could not perform any miracles there.” Wow! Because the crowd showed Jesus no respect, he was unable to bless them.

How a few kind words could have made a difference!

As we go about our week, let us show everyone we meet they are valued, even if there is nothing in it for us.

I’ve been remembering the dad I had since 2012. I was 54 years old when I couldn’t celebrate Father’s Day in person with my hero. He was quite the colorful individual; he was like a loud party going somewhere to happen. I still miss him. This Father’s Day will be the first for my daughter Mariam and son Aaron to not celebrate their dad in person. I’ve asked permission to use excerpts from the personal tributes they wrote for Jimmy’s memorial service. It’s a heartfelt reminder to all fathers about how important they are to their children. “A child’s glory is his father” (Proverbs 17:6 TLB).

From Mariam: “My dad was wonderful…plain and simple. He lived an exemplary life of patience, dedication, and faith. He loved the Word of God — reading it, talking about it, and sharing it with others. His first priority was always showing me the ways of the Lord and I am so grateful. Anyone who knew my dad well knew that he was quiet and kind. He rarely raised his voice and he never had an ill word to say about anybody. He was very intentional. He knew what he wanted to do, his reasons for it, and he stuck to it. I so admire his resolve and unwavering faithfulness to his convictions and calling over the years.”

“My dad would drop everything to help me (or anyone). I was always so proud that if it was broken he could fix it, and if it needed put together it would be solid when he was done with it. Dad took me fishing, rode horses with me, built me the coolest tree house in town, taught me to shoot a layup and a shotgun. He spent real meaningful time with me. I have always known I was loved by my dad and that he was proud of me. Always. Thank you, dad, for being a present father in a world where you don’t have to be one, and for being a man of excellence in a world of mediocrity.”

From Aaron: “My dad was my hero. He taught me how to do everything I love. He taught me how to hunt, fish, ride a motorcycle, cut wood, grow things in the garden and so many other things. He taught me how to use his tools as a child, even though I left them out in the yard every time. Dad worked hard and did his very best at everything he did. I never once questioned that my dad was there for me. When I needed help on anything, I knew I could ask my dad and he would stop whatever he was doing to patiently walk me through what I needed.”

“My dad was a wonderful earthly father, and I couldn’t have had a better role model for our heavenly Father. Dad’s number one priority was drawing closer to God and living out His will. I never wondered if my dad loved me, and I know that he was proud of me because he made sure that I knew it. Dad wanted me to succeed, to do my best, and to know that I can trust God to help me with anything that I need, just like he did. I am forever honored to be my father’s son.”

Remember, the love you share/shared with your father will never die. Love is binding and eternal, so not even death can separate the love between fathers and their children.

The Key: If you still have your dad, be glad. If you don’t, be thankful for the dad you had.

Inflation

Congress has printed and spent trillions of dollars in the last year. Two “stimulus” checks have gone out to most Americans. Congress is still paying a $300 unemployment bonus, contributing to worker shortages and supply shortages. The Federal Reserve still has rates at zero. Banks are awash in cash with few investment options. Congress is trying to spend another $1 to $4 trillion.

All these factors should lead to inflation; and they have. The Consumer Price Index surged 5.2% year over year in May, the largest increase since 2008. Over the last 12 months, core inflation is up 3.8%, and other industries are much higher: used cars – 29.7%, airline fares – 24.1%, jewelry – 14.7%, shoes – 7.1%. We all know that the price of lumber has skyrocketed, along with most other commodities.

The housing market has taken off nationwide, including Bourbon County. Year-to-date in our region, sales are up 37%, average sales price is up 18%, days on the market has dropped 53%, and pending sales are up 49%. How long this will last is anyone’s guess, but it is obvious that forces beyond the market are at work. With the increase in lumber prices adding about $36,000 to the cost of an average new home, pre-owned homes are becoming more attractive and the market reflects that reality.

Rates are an historic anomaly, as evidenced by the fact that municipalities can borrow at rates lower than the rate of inflation. It does not make sense for cities and counties to save money for projects, when they can lower costs by borrowing at low rates and beating long-term inflation. Case in point, the average rate of inflation for construction costs has been 2.42% over the last ten years (are there any doubts that number is MUCH higher in the last year?); a city can borrow money for around 1%. Thousands of municipalities have taken advantage of this historically rare arbitrage at record levels.

What should a business do? Lock in long-term borrowing rates. Marginally increase normal levels of inventory. Save capital. Have a plan to deal with inflation in inventory, labor and other expenses. Get out of all short-term, variable rate debt. Much of this applies to individuals as well. One positive factor is that our nation’s personal savings rate has doubled the pre-pandemic level to 14.9%, which is nice to see given that people tend to spend money they did not earn more freely.

Inflation is a tax we all pay, regardless of our income level or position in life. A modest, predictable level of inflation is healthy; what appears to be coming is not. Now is the time for all entities, all people to focus on good financial health. Bourbon County can be an oasis of stability in an inflation desert.

Conclusion: Don’t get caught up in the nationwide buying/borrowing frenzy, unless it is absolutely necessary, such as for municipal infrastructure needs. Pay down debt. Save. Let’s position Bourbon County as a financial leader in the months and years to come.

“When all you see is your pain, you lose sight of God.” The movie The Shack was recommended to me by several Christian friends. Others pointed to its lack of Biblical truth and refused to watch it. I opted to focus on its elements that line up with my personal faith. The quote written above was one of those moments.

A marriage counseling couple from Detroit came to visit my husband and me. Our friendship began in the late ‘70’s and has continued to this day. They shared how difficult it is to reach others for Christ who choose to host a never-ending pity party. Just recently, after eight years of off-and-on meetings with one particular couple, our friends told the husband and wife that they would continue to pray for them but could see them no more.

“Eight years?” I asked. “I wouldn’t last eight sessions. Did you give them homework and ideas for things they were to work on?”

The answer was yes, every meeting, but nothing changed. Our discussion turned to John 5:6 where Jesus approaches a paralytic and asks, “Do you want to get well?” I’ve written articles on this verse before, and our friends said this couple was an example of individuals who do not.

If you are involved in a prayer chain, chances are you have been introduced to these types of people. I’m not trying to be insensitive, but week after week, year after year, their names appear, their symptoms varying from illness to work issues to family disputes. Tom Ehrich, an Episcopal priest and writer for “Religion News Service,” called complainers “narcissistic.” “Whining makes me the center of everything,” he wrote. A little drastic, in my opinion, because at least these people are seeking prayer. What’s wrong with that?

Nothing, until that becomes their identity. I have two friends whose lives are relentless trials and setbacks, yet they never complain and continue to trust in God’s goodness. If they add their names to a prayer list, things are pretty bad. But let’s face it, some people don’t want to do their part to get well.

Do you remember the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead? Lazarus exited the tomb bound with graveclothes and his face wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to the witnesses, “Loose him, and let him go.” Simply being raised from the dead was not enough. Lazarus needed to be unbound. The victim mentality allows Christians to remain in graveclothes that keep them wrapped up in their circumstances. They have made a declaration of faith in Jesus Christ but choose to attach themselves to defeat, refusing to change their focus to 1 John 4:4: He (God) who lives in you is greater than he (Satan) who is in the world.

These grumblers suffer from spiritual amnesia, rarely following up with thankfulness by crediting God for pulling them through their difficulties. That’s because their “rescuer” is people or a prayer chain or, like in my friends’ counseling experience, someone else willing to listen to the wife’s litany of gripes. (And yes, if you are wondering, that marriage ended in divorce.)

My heart aches for people who choose to focus on their misery. Most of the time, my prayers for them have nothing to do with their circumstances but all to do with them seeing how their complaints have become their label. Look again at the quote from The Shack: “When all you see is your pain, you lose sight of God.”

The remedy comes in Colossians 3:2: Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth.

 

Keys to the Kingdom

By Carolyn Tucker

Don’t Look, Ethel!

I don’t know why, but I’m afraid of heights. When I was young, I used to think I had hydrophobia, but I eventually found out it was called acrophobia. Oh well, it’s not a problem most of the time. In 2015, our family vacationed in Colorado and we decided to go to The Royal Gorge. Common sense told me I could walk across the bridge and survive. So I positioned myself in the middle “lane” of the bridge, kept my eyes on the far end, and started repeating, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” as I took off. I ended up crossing the bridge four times that day but I never once looked down over the edge. Yes, I’m aware that I missed out on a breathtaking view. But I knew I couldn’t look anywhere but straight ahead if I wanted to make it to the end.

If believers want to live victorious lives, we must keep our gaze straight ahead and press toward the reward that God has for us. We have to set our sights on Christ Jesus and keep moving forward. We can’t allow ourselves to get sidetracked with the frivolous distractions of the world because it‘s not worth it. The apostle Paul said, “…I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us” (Philippians 3:13,14 NLT).

I was determined not to let a silly fear keep me from participating and making good memories with my family. When your back’s against the wall, you’ll turn and find God standing right there with you. Christ followers should have a fearless obedience to do God‘s will. When He asks you to do something, He’ll give you what it takes to accomplish it. “No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us” (Romans 8:37 NLT).

Life, in general, offers a multitude of distracting options every day. A believer has to be careful not to fall into the trap of unending “busyness.” Getting up on the wrong side of the bed and starting off on the wrong foot can simply be a result of neglecting God in the morning. If you’re too busy to connect with your heavenly Father, then I suggest you seriously consider adjusting your priorities. Most of us wouldn’t think of leaving the house without that cup of coffee. So why would Christians run out the door without drinking from the cup of Living Water? God should be considered a morning necessity in order to have wisdom and direction for the day ahead. Paul’s advice is to: “Let us keep our eyes fixed on Jesus, on whom our faith depends from beginning to end” (Hebrews 12:2 GNT).

Jesus has already crossed the finish line, so now we believers are to look straight ahead to Him. Don’t try to see how close to the edge you can walk, or even consider turning right or left. However, all is not lost should that happen. You are God’s child and He cares about you watchfully. “If you stray to the right or left, you will hear a word that comes from behind you: ‘This is the way; walk in it‘” (Isaiah 30:21 CEB). The Word of God is a lamp for our feet and a light for our path, empowering us to walk fearlessly straight.

The Key: Set your sights on Jesus and He’ll help you make it across the finish line with flying colors.

 

I was born in the ‘50’s, but the first U.S. President of whom I was aware was JFK. I remember the awe and respect my parents had for him, and our government officials in general. Several trips to Washington D.C. during my elementary school days reinforced this ideal. We all know that those times are long gone.

Are the men and women that currently hold office in our country less worthy of respect? Are they worse people than the elected officials of a generation ago? Probably not, but we know much more about their governing activities and private lives than that of their predecessors, thanks to technology, the 24-hour news cycle, and social media. Familiarity certainly can breed contempt.

When employers are making hiring decisions, standard procedure is to check social media and search engines to see what is out there in the public domain. One can learn much about a person when reading what they post. Just so with news reports, and citizen posts about a community.

Unfortunately, the negative seems to dramatically out-influence the positive. It does not take too many vitriolic posts, or caustic comments by a citizen at a commission meeting to leave outsiders with a poor impression of a community. The Internet is as powerful of force for destruction as it is for good; perhaps more so. It can mean the difference between a family deciding to move to Bourbon County, or not.

Word of mouth is still impactful. Upon moving here six years ago, I walked into two businesses, I identified myself as a new resident, and the comments, were something like, “You moved here on purpose?!?” and “Why did you move here?!?” I quickly learned that our communities have a self-esteem problem.

I was born in a town of 1,300 people, I have lived in five states, several small and medium-sized towns, and one large city. Let me say this: Bourbon County is my BEST community experience. My wife and I have no desire to be anywhere else. The grass is NOT greener elsewhere. If you don’t believe me, you don’t know what you have in Bourbon County.

Bottom line: think twice before you go negative, either in private conversations, or on social media. Don’t post anything based on assumptions. Make sure your opinions are factual, and expressed in respectful ways. Don’t sacrifice the good on the altar of the perfect. Don’t take out your frustrations in a public setting. Buy a punching bag instead.

I leave you with a quote from our first President, George Washington, which is one of his 12 Rules of Civility: “Speak not evil of the absent, for it is unjust.” If you have something against your neighbor, go talk to them, rather than posting about it. On second thought, if you have something negative to say or post, ask yourself, “What do I hope to accomplish?” The economic future of our community depends upon the public impression we make every day.