Geaux Tigers!

Last night, on national tv, my beloved LSU Tigers whooped up on that precious team of Aggies at the 75th Cotton Bowl. Did I mention that LSU won? Well, they did. College football brings out the fanatic in me. I am an LSU class of ’83 graduate in Political Science with a minor in Greek and Roman history (due to 4 years of college Latin and some strangely entertaining Art Appreciation classes). I paid my own way through college working at a local bank during the day and checking groceries at the A&P grocery store at night and on weekends. I gave blood to pay for my books and parked my 1970 VW beetle on the decline so as to easily start the thing by putting the car in neutral and popping the clutch. It was a dance and a challenge everyday.

Dave Ramsey, of Financial Peace fame, says, “When you are footing the bill, you WILL finish college in 4 years.” He is so right.  My college years were difficult, at times lonely, financially impossible (1 student loan my senior year). But I was on a mission. I wanted the piece of paper. I believed, and still do, that education can re-program one’s future.

Now, I have to admit that although I am a fan, I may not know each player’s name, where they came from, even which team they are playing (Bob now puts this on the fridge for me in August). But I am loyal to the max. I shared a season on land and in buildings with other LSU-Baton Rouge campus students that changed our futures.

It reminds me of the local church. I am also a fanatic for the local church. We come in as individuals with expectations and hope, then we begin to share a season on land and in buildings that will set us on a course of changing our lives and making a difference in the world.

May I put on my purple and gold AND the love of my local church enough to invite others to jump on board. We are supposed to be a team, right?

“Is Stooping the Stance of Significance?”

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I am known as the Cheetos Police at the Preschool. Each time a child brings Cheetos, any kind, as part of a lunch, the attentive teachers notify me by text there are open Cheetos in the building. To giggles, I wander down the hallway making it known that I can smell Cheetos. As I enter the lunch bunch room, those without Cheetos happily point out the one in possession of the crunchy treat and the excitement is just about too much to bear. As I move closer, I stoop before the giddy preschooler and we meet eye to eye. As the child offers a lone Cheeto to me, I make a huge deal about how I like Cheetos, but I LOVE him/her. At this time, I am usually swarmed by little people holding various small pieces of goldfish and PBJ sandwiches. I stoop before each one and speak words of joy and love.

Psalm 18:35 reads “You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; You stoop down to make me great.” Our glorious Creator stoops down to make us significant, much like a grown-up to a preschooler to see what is held in a wee little hand. Is stooping a stance of significance? I believe it is. Jesus stooped and wrote upon the ground in John 8:8 as the teachers of the law and the Pharisees brough the adulterous woman before Him for stoning. He stooped twice in this passage.

Although I’ve heard alot over the last several months about folk’s desire to be heard, I truly believe there lies within each of us a greater desire to be considered and addressed as significant. May I express the significance of others by stooping more this week before my King and His children.