Hope isn’t wishful thinking, it’s faithful believing. My favorite definition of hope is: To desire something, expecting it to happen.
Archive for October, 2014
I was just minding my own business this morning, washing the car and listening to the country oldies station out of Houston, when a song came on that I thought had to be a sign from above. You see, I’d been thinking I needed to call my little brother, and when the Ken Mashburn anthem began to play, well… I think you can see what I mean. I just figured there was no point in delaying it any longer. (I’ll call him after he’s had time to see this post.) Click on his name to hear the song. Any of you that know him will most heartily agree that it was written with Ken in mind.
If you’re in a laughing mood, here are some Ken stories for your amusement:
People who live in glass houses have nothing to hide. It’s a profound thought, and leads me to ponder what the state of the world might be if we all lived our lives in such a way as to not have anything to hide. Unfortunately, the truth has been shoved aside, and the walls between us have gone higher, as deception and greed have converged to form a dog-eat-dog world wherein we trust no one. There is a better way, but fewer and fewer people seem to be interested in it these days.Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn
“Shoot for the moon, if you miss, you’ll land pretty high anyway.”
Just because something doesn’t appear to be achievable, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t attempt to do it. If this were the case, I don’t know if we’d ever achieve anything. I believe we can achieve anything we set our minds to, if we first set our mind on God.
We know when we’ve sinned, whether large or small, and oftentimes we become convinced that because of our wrong doing we’re unworthy of God’s love. Thankfully, that’s not true. God loves us unconditionally, and He sent His Son, Jesus, to atone for our sins. God knows full well how imperfect we are, but even so, He never gives up on us and He never stops loving us. Why then do we give up on ourselves?
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. Psalm 51:12
A poem I wrote in 1998—Pennies From Heaven—has traveled the world, via the Internet, and it gives me great joy to know it has been a comfort and source of peace to many who’ve read it.
It also amazes me when someone wants to point out that the poem isn’t Biblical; some going as far as to claim it is downright blasphemous. Read the rest of this entry »