extravagant, spectacular, fantastic and divine living

I’ve really been nestling into Jesus’ words in the Sermon on the Mount in Matt 5-7.  I’m finding them to be extremely revolutionary when I give them more than the cursory scan.  Consider Matt 5:44-48, when He says ” . . ., love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you,  45 that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.  46 For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same?  47 And if you greet your brethren only, what do you do more than others? Do not even the tax collectors do so?  48 Therefore you shall be perfect, just as your Father in heaven is perfect.  NKJV
In these verses, Jesus is comparing our behavior using 2 measurements – the tax collector (a definite low life in Jesus’ society) and God our Father.  I find it interesting that He challenges us to live in the big-ness of our Heavenly Father.  Consider this:

  • there’s nothing spectacular about living at the lowest common denominator
  • there’s nothing extravagant about doing as little as possible
  • there’s nothing fantastic about getting away with as much as we can
  • there’s nothing divine about doing the same thing as everyone else

Jesus’ words compel us to revert to our genetic predisposition as Christian – to live large, extravagant, generous, kind and simple lives.  He calls us to not flirt with how much is enough, or dance as close to the sin line as we can without getting caught or burned.  Jesus calls us to greatness because of the greatness our Father has put into each of us.  Be extravagant.  Be spectacular.  Be fantastic.  Be a chip off the old block.



today is my mom’s bday

Happy BDay to mom!  I’m kind of excited for my mom’s bday because aside from doing all of the regular bday routine, I’ve got a surprise for her that she doesn’t know about.  🙂

Here’s my plan.  My mom always talks about how her mom made these great parkerhouse rolls & delicious buttermilk biscuits and she’s totally right.  My gram could throw down a GREAT meal – fried chix, greens, pies of any variety, mashed potatoes & mouthwatering gravy, fried okra . . . . .   Holy cow, she was an incredible cook!!  Anyways, I found the recipe box from my gram & in it, I found her recipe for buttermilk biscuits that I’m going to make for mom tonight as a surprise – pls don’t talk with her about this until tomorrow.  Help me keep this a surprise.

Furthermore, please protect the fragile nature of my cooking ability.  They could turn out awful.  In that event, I won’t have to serve them & there won’t be any disappointment.  Or I can get my kids to help me, so if they turn out bad, I can say it was a family experiment – there are lots of ways to skin a cat.  🙂

Anyways, wish me luck & maybe even shoot up a quick prayer for divine intervention and grace.