Archive for April, 2017

What God Wants Most

God is no longer a God of rules and regulations; He is a God of grace and love. In the days before Jesus, salvation was something one had to earn. When Jesus died for our sins, salvation was provided to us by grace. Grace is a gift, and when we accept it, we will live a godly life as a result of it. We will obey God’s commands because, by grace, it is in our hearts and nature to do so, not because we must do so to please Him.

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I do not set aside the grace of God, for if righteousness could be gained through the law, Christ died for nothing? Galatians 2:21

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Admitting Addiction ~ The First Step

In an earlier post, I mentioned I walk quite a bit for exercise. I try to walk at least two miles a day, and more if at all possible. My longest walk this spring is a five-miler, which I did at about a three MPH pace. I did a two-miler yesterday at a four MPH clip. The speed and distance vary based on my attitude, physical well being, weather, and other factors.

The activity has, however, led to an unexpected consequence, in that I’ve developed a bad habit in spite of my due diligence to avoid doing so. But, when the natural order of things and speed combine, some things are unavoidable. The habit I speak of has to do with bugs—pill bugs to be exact—which are so named due to their habit of curling up into a ball if they feel threatened.

It appears the critters are seasonal, and in early spring they can be quite abundant on the sidewalks where I do my walking—especially, it seems, in or near parks. I do my best not to step on them, because it’s likely they serve some greater purpose in the ecological balance of things, but the sheer number of them makes the avoiding of all of them almost impossible. When I do step on one, it makes a nasty little popping sound.

And so, it is with shame and sadness I confess to being a pill-popper. Don’t y’all fret none though, ya hear? I can beat this!

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Who’s On First?

snoopy at batIn baseball, the player who bats second in the lineup is someone who usually makes contact with the ball. The plan is, the lead-off batter will get on base and the number two batter will move him to the next base, so the player batting in the third position can bring the lead runner home with a base hit.

The player who scores the run and the player who gets the base hit to drive him in get all the credit and headlines, while the player who did his job as the second batter is seldom noticed. But, he’s an important part of the process.

We’re all part of God’s team, and our part in His plan is important. He doesn’t love the stars of His team any more than He loves the ones who don’t get the headlines. The world might not notice the little things we do, but in God’s eyes, we’re all super stars!

For even as we have many members in one body, and all the members don’t have the same function, so we, who are many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another. Romans 12:4-5


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I’ve Seen This Movie

I exercise every day, and walking is a big part of my daily routine. So it’s not surprising my mind often returns to the scene and thoughts I describe in the poem below. I’m still healthy and strong, but I see—and feel—my body sliding down the slope. I don’t like it. No, I don’t like it at all. I’ve seen this movie before, but…

I Was Young Then

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Where’s the Peace?

Peace is the very essence of God’s love, and, to me, the ultimate goal. Unfortunately, our peace is often gained or increased by trial and/or discipline, which can be unpleasant or painful.

At times it seems life is just one discipline after another, and we wonder when we will get to the peace. But if we seek God, we will find His peace. Yes, we will always have difficult times, but when God’s peace begins to seep into our hearts and minds, we will be quicker to hand the difficult situations to Him, knowing He is in control.

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No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. Hebrews 12:11


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No Strings Attached

Why is it so difficult for us to forgive? Sometimes, we think we’ve forgiven a person, but we hold on to a fragment of the hurt or anger they caused When we hold on to any piece—no matter how small—of resentment, hurt or anger, it could be we’re not truly forgiving them at all.

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… Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. Colossians 3:13


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Bernie Tries to Fly

I wrote this several years ago when I still gave a birds butt about politicians and their lies. I used one of their names in the title, but the name can be changed to suit your own opinion/affiliation. Almost everyone chooses a destination, what flight path they will take, and the “leader” they think can get them there, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s the love-or-hate, my-way-or-the-highway, thing we’ve evolved to that caused me to step aside, and that, my friends, is pretty much the point of this sordid little tale.

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It was a crazy idea, and I refused to have anything to do with it. I said, “I’ll watch, but that’s it. I want nothing to do with your feather-brained scheme.” Read the rest of this entry »

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My Wheels Don’t Turn!

My Wheels Don’t Turn

But I ain’t broke

   So don’t try to fix me

     Cause, that’s the way I’m made

      Not for the riding

       Just for the lookin’ at

        No seat to sit upon

         And no “petals” to push

          But you can look at them

           (Please don’t touch)

            And though I may not compare

             To a shiny red Schwinn

              There’s times when

               I really show my colors


                Springtime is my time

                 That’s when duty calls

                  And I’m the talk of the town

                   The neighborhood, anyway

                     I was made for sunny weather

                       And a little rain

                        Won’t dampen my spirits none either

                           In fact

                            We had a little shower yesterday

                              And I feel good!

So, I gotta ask ya…

                           How ya like me now?!?!


Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

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Police! Open Up!

Thankfully, I’ve never heard those words from the other side of my front door. I was, however, visited by an officer of the law yesterday. He rang the bell and waited patiently for me to answer. Then! Four of them pounced on me, cuffed me and dragged me, kicking and screaming, to the van parked at the curb!
I’m kidding!

policemanI am a much too calm and collected person to have screamed and kicked. What were you thinking?

There was only one of them, and he asked me, very politely, to turn around so he could cuff me.

Still kidding!

Okay! I’m making all this up!

Here’s what really happened (honest):

About an hour before the officer arrived at my door, I had answered the bell to find an extremely angry woman on the stoop. She demanded to know if two young boys lived with me, and I assured her that was not the case. Not curtailed by my blank expression of wonder, and quick denial of what she thought to be fact, she proclaimed they had been seen running into my back yard by her son, who they had just robbed.

I calmly informed her that this was not possible in light of the fact both the gates to my back yard are bolted. The thieves would have had to climb the six-foot privacy fence, and seeing how said fence is a bit aged, I don’t think it would’ve withstood a climbing by the alleged (thought I better throw that in) thieves.

Hoping to get this angry woman off my front porch, I had her follow me to the back yard, where we made sure no hoodlums were skulking. The yard was empty, and the gate bolts were in place.

The woman, seemingly satisfied a gang of thieves was not hiding in my yard or elsewhere in the house, stalked off to the neighbor’s house to interrogate them. Her son—he looked to be about twelve but big for his age–followed along behind her, but not  before casting a sidelong glance at me which said, “Help!” Even the glance was filled with timidity. Poor kid; he was probably wishing he hadn’t told his mom somebody had stolen his Ipod from him.

A police officer did show up about an hour later, and he is the real reason I’m writing this. I would like to give him some kudos. Officer Kling of the College Station Police Department was what I hope all officers of the law could be. He was friendly, courteous, respectful, and expressed a sincere concern over the theft that had occurred earlier.

NOTE: I wrote this little story in a humorous vein, but my true intent was to commend this fine young man. If any of you have the means of forwarding this to his superiors, please feel free to do so. Guys (and gals) like Officer Gatlin Kling need to know their efforts, and their professional behavior, are very much appreciated!

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Clean As You Go

Parenting: There is no book of instructions that will work with every child and parent. We do what we think is the right thing to do, and hope for the best.

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

I always enjoy Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Fridays, and I sometimes try to take the prompt she provides us in a slightly different direction than I think other writers will. This one was actually inspired by another blogger’s post I read this morning. Mine is fiction, hers is real.

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