Saturday, November 29, 2008

A Life Well Lived

This week a piece of my heart has felt broken. The former preacher at Prestoncrest, Prentice Meador, passed away unexpectedly Tuesday. I was fortunate enough to attend Prestoncrest for the last two years that Prentice was the Senior Minister there. Prentice was the kind of speaker that could completely capture my attention, heart and soul for the entire message. I felt on so many occasions that God must have told him exactly what to say that week because it would apply so directly to what was happening in my life at the time. He had a habit of pointing his index finger when he spoke and even as I would sit in an audience of 1,000 people I felt that he was pointing at me. His messages were always relevant, current, and most importantly personal.

Prentice also reminded me so much of my own "Pappaw". Pappaw was, like Prentice, the kind of man that could reach in and capture your heart. Growing up I can remember attending Bible classes Pappaw taught, hearing him lead singing, and even seeing him sit in his chair with his Bible in his lap going over notes and scripture with someone in the family. Prentice and my Pappaw were so similar in their speaking style and personality.

My Pappaw passed away my sophomore year at ACU and even though it's been 5 years I still miss him so much. I sit here right now watching Prentice's funeral via the Internet with my heart aching for his family knowing the loss they are feeling right now.

His son just read an excerpt from a letter Prentice wrote to his grandson for his 13th birthday. These are the words that Prentice said to his son, that are also the same words my Pappaw has written on my heart:
  • Devote your life daily to Jesus Christ.
  • Next to Jesus devote yourself to your family.
  • Guard your heart.
  • Read the Bible everyday.
  • Pray, pray, and then pray more.
  • Be loyal, laugh and enjoy life.
  • Keep your word.
I didn't write this post to bring everyone down, but instead to remind myself of the importance of a life lived through Jesus. So often I get bogged down by the things that don't even matter and lose sight of God. So as I go through feelings of sadness at the loss of another great man, I can remind myself of the greater place that they are both now in.

"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place I am going." -Jesus, John 14:1-4

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Humiliation Chronicles Part Deux

Okay, so I have another funny "Humiliation Chronicles" story. This one dates back to around 1994 during a church Super Bowl Party. There was a time when on Super Bowl Sunday our church would bring in a huge big screen TV and everyone would watch the game together with a break for regularly scheduled worship during half time (of course). It was always so much fun to get to run around the church for hours at night while our parents all sat downstairs eating nachos and watching the game together.

I was around 11 years old and not really that interested in the game this one particular year. So Lara Seibert and I decided to rummage through the children's ministry supply closet upstairs. We saw all the things we knew were there like puppets, robes to look like they were from Bible Times, Brandon and Chris' Phone Booth from their Bill & Ted skits.... and then we found the greatest treasure of all - a full body zip up lamb costume that fit me like a glove. (see photo for example of costume)

I immediately put on the costume, headpiece and all, and zipped it up fully. We could not stop laughing at how ridiculous I even had a little tail on the butt and covered my feet with what looked like hooves. So we did the only thing I could think to do next...I went downstairs to show my Dad just how funny I looked in the costume.

I saw him sitting perfectly on the edge of the crowd in a folding chair watching the game. I admit I felt a little awkward in the costume, so this was perfect. I could slip in undetected, show him the costume, and slip out without being seen by anyone else. So Lara waited safely 50 feet away down the hall (so as not to be associated with me) while I tiptoed up to my Dad. I came at an angle just right to come up behind him, slide my arm tightly around his neck and say in my best sheep impression "Baaaaaaaa....(looking at his face now) you're not my Dad!!!!!"

I still don't even know who that man was that I hugged in a lamb costume. After saying, "you're not my dad!!" I turned around and ran away yelling to Lara down the hall "He's not my Dad! He's not my Dad!"