It starts first with the sound, the sound of the vacuum sealed bag as I open it, the cacophony of the pressure as it releases is a distinctive sound that brings extreme pleasure to my ears and brain. This mystical music has a way of awakening my nerve endings, and it makes my mouth water. Immediately after the riveting racket from the bag, I experience the rush of fragrance that overtakes and invades my olfactory senses, scrambling my anticipation, my pulse rate increases, I am committed, I am in this for the long haul now, no turning back as the aroma permeates the room. I am speechless as I consider the outcome and carefully pour the wonderful, beautiful beans into the grinder. I press the button, the electric motor comes to life off balanced and rough at first, but as it continues to decimate the flavorful fruit the machine finally steady’s out, revving to a smooth motion that turns the raw bean into a finely ground powder.
I love to dream!
I sit here this morning overwhelmed at the news coming out of Las Vegas. I am shocked and drawn to prayer. Words come slowly, I try and understand why someone would do this. My heart goes out to all of the families. My heart goes out to an American city. We know now that 58 people have lost their lives while enjoying a concert. We also know that over 500 people are injured and transported to the Hospital. This event is the worst mass shooting in American history. Processing this horrific event will take time for many Americans. Our freedoms are under attack. Large entertainment venues are the norm in the Home of the free. This madman for some reason thought this through for maximum effectiveness. Perched high above the festival with fully automatic weapons reigning terror on innocent concert attendees below.
This morning as I prayed for our country, I went back and carefully read the words contained in The Pledge of Allegiance and The National Anthem. In re-reading these beautiful works of words, I have determined that these writings were never meant to be divisive. These compositions were written to unite us. This morning as a Citizen of the United States of America, I can rejoice knowing that I have a voice. As a Christ follower, I should recognize the responsibility that I have and always give an account for the hope that I have because of Jesus. I am to do this with gentleness and respect.
I have been disturbed recently by the obnoxious post finding their way to my Facebook and Twitter feeds. I understand, and champion peoples need to express their views and thoughts. As Citizens of this great country, our founding fathers recognized the need for free expression and wrote into our Bill of Rights the first amendment, which affords us the right to speak out on any subject that we so choose. The question that I want you to consider as you read this post is “Do we need to respond and express our views on everything?”
There are 24 hours in a day! We have been given 1440 minutes to use any way that we choose. We each have 86,400 seconds available to accomplish our goals. For the creative soul, sometimes making the most of the time is a struggle. I have learned that creativity requires time, and most of us live in a time-starved culture. Our lives are busy with lots of expectations from others and by the time we get around to being creative, we are worn out. Sometimes we are so busy that we do not have a chance to disengage from the mundane just to be creative. This lack of creative time, my friend, is a travesty.
I want to take a moment to thank Governor Rick Scott and Mayor Lenny Curry for providing unprecedented leadership during the catastrophic emergency that we know as IRMA. I am thankful for the care, consideration, and calmness that both of you displayed under the most challenging circumstances. I am praying for you both and asking those who are members of the church I lead and readers of this blog join me in lifting these men before the Lord.
The Point is up and running! The power is on, and we are ready to assist our community. I need your help. We are going to mobilize saw teams and clean up crews this Saturday morning at the Church. If you are a Point member and need help, please call me so that we can add you to the list. We have several Church Members with large trees down on their houses. Please make plans to help. There are others in the neighborhood that need help. Trees are down, and cars cannot get out of drive ways. We need to step up and share the love of Jesus through our work.
It is early Monday morning, and the winds are finally dying down has Irma is moving north with a vengeance. Many people in the Jacksonville metropolitan area are without power as trees are down in every part of our beautiful city. I am currently watching the weather channel as their reporters are downtown Jacksonville (my neighborhood) reporting flooding and a rising river. Jacksonville is a city of seven bridges, and at this point, all of the bridges have suspended traffic.
I am perplexed; the English language has let me down. I am sitting in my favorite chair with plenty of hurricane snacks at my disposal. My family is safe, as the wind is picking up, and the rain continues to fall.