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Am I More Observant Now Or Just Nosy?

What some people call being more observant, others might call being nosy.  

am I more observant now or just nosy?

Retirement has been interesting. Though I have not had a shortage of things to do these last almost two months, I’m now doing them from home. That’s a big difference. 

I’m not sitting in my living room eight hours a day looking out the window though. In fact, I spend most of my time in the basement working at my desk or sorting papers.  

But I come up for air periodically and it’s then that I have occasion to look out the front window. And, when you do that a few times a day, you can’t help but get a little bit of the pulse of the street. 

I remember back in Edmonton we lived next door to a fireman. He was the eyes and ears of the street. He knew what everyone was doing, their schedules, what they brought home and when they went on vacation. 

Working the kind of shifts that gave him several days off in a row, he had time to stay on top of the street happenings. 

It was a little comforting too. 

We knew that someone was watching our place if we were away. If a package was put by our door, no one was going to come along and take it. It was better than having a door cam. 

I wouldn’t say I’m the eyes and ears of our street – well, at least not yet. There are a couple other retired guys who fill that spot. But I’m noticing things … my neighbours got new vehicles and some on the street don’t use their composter. 

And then there’s the guy behind us across the road. He is the most interesting.

For the last two months, I’ve noticed he gets a newspaper of some kind dropped on his driveway once a week. The paper comes in a plastic bag … which is a good thing because it remains there, near the end of his driveway, all week! 

Depending on where the paper lands, it will get driven over several times during the week. No one picks the thing up. 

I first wondered if he was the only one getting this paper, but then I noticed last week that his neighbour gets one too. However, contrary to this guy, his neighbour takes his into his house within a couple of hours.

Last week we got some sloppy snow and this guy’s paper not only was driven over, but it got wet and ground into the driveway. 

I know that this is none of my business and that I shouldn’t care a second about the paper that is on this guy’s driveway – right now, by the way – but I want to know what is going through the guy’s head. 

Why doesn’t he just pick up the paper and throw it into his recycling bin?

My observations have turned into story lines that I have been creating in my mind. I wish I could get to the bottom of it. 

Here’s the thing: We can’t know what goes on in someone else’s mind. We don’t know what they are thinking and believing, but we can present them with the knowledge and opportunity to believe in an eternal God who loves them, sent His Son to die for them, and desires to show them His love and acceptance.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Once Is Enough Or Should I Keep Up With It?

If I can do things once, I will work very hard to make that happen. 

once is enough or should I keep up with it?

I think I’ve always been a “once” kind of guy. 

When I’ve had some dishes that needed to be carried to the kitchen, I’ve loaded myself up. 

At other times I’ve taken so many clothes downstairs to be washed that I’ve dropped some along the way. 

… But that has never stopped me from trying to do it the next time. 

Years ago, when I was working as a youth pastor out west, there were times the church was asked to help someone in the congregation move.

This was always an assignment for the youth pastor and the college and career pastor. Dave and I had a motto back then, “Dave and Paul – the one trip movers”. 

That was our handle because, if it was up to us, we would cram everything in that house into the truck so we didn’t have to go back for another trip.

There have been so many times that I have been overloaded, using my body, chin, knees to get things from point A to point B. 

It’s just who I am. It’s part of my make up. We are all made differently and some people would never try to do the things I do. They don’t care if it takes two trips; so be it. 

Not me. I want to get it done once. Let’s not take longer; let’s not do this again. 

So that is why I’m having a little dilemma right now. 

I look out my front window and see a good-sized pile of leaves out there. I’m pretty sure my neighbour is wishing I would quickly scoop them up. But that goes against my grain because half the leaves are still on the tree.

At this point the tree looks a lot like my hair. On the outset it looks like I have a full head of hair, but really it’s thinning. The tree has lots of leaves, but you can tell it’s getting rather thin on top.

If I go out there and collect the leaves on the ground, they will only be replaced in the next couple of days with a completely new set of fallen leaves … which means I will have to go out and mulch leaves a second time. – I don’t even like writing that sentence.

If I wait a little longer, I will only have to do it once. The pile that is already there will also get blown around. Some leaves will stick around but others will land on other people’s lawns and I won’t have to deal with them at all.

Right now I have a couple of days of really nice weather to decide the fate of the fallen leaves. 

I used to be able to blame this decision on my schedule. These days, other than biking, golfing and doing a chapel talk, my schedule is fairly open. … Decisions!

Here’s the thing: We tend to not want to deal with our sin. If we do, we would prefer to only deal with it once, like when we ask Christ to forgive us of our sins. The problem with not regularly dealing with our sins is that they cause us to grow cold and distant from God. To keep your relationship with Christ warm and close, you need to confess your sins when they happen. Stay on it.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Is Sleep Even Necessary When Your Thoughts Won’t Stop?

Sometimes I think my body is telling me I don’t need to sleep, I just need to think.

is sleep even necessary when your thoughts won't stop

Over the last several weeks I’ve been thinking and preparing for my retirement. 

There is a lot to do, a lot to think about. 

I remember years ago when we took our kids to Disney World. They were the perfect ages. They were old enough to go on all the rides, with energy to keep going each day without getting tired. But they were still young enough to be mesmerized by the magical atmosphere of the Disney experience. 

It was a fun trip, but the fun partly came at the expense of Lily’s planning. 

We only had one day at each park so we really needed to maximize our time to wring every ounce of Disney out of our experience … and that took planning. 

Lily researched, read books and made lots of notes. So when we arrived at the park early each morning (too early), she had devised a game plan of our every move that day. 

For Karlie, Mike and me, we just followed her lead, but Lily had already invested hours into orchestrating our dance of the Disney park that day. 

Her mind was going from morning to night. She stayed up late planning every detail like when the right time would be to get the fast pass for Space Mountain. 

Lily didn’t sleep much on that trip; her mind was going non-stop. … Hey, she could sleep when the trip was over, right?

Well I feel a little like that right now. I have sermons still to write, files to leave for the next pastor and notes to make. 

I have my office that needs to be cleaned out. That is not quick or easy. What do I keep? What stays and what gets tossed? 

Then there are all the emotions – thoughts of people I care about, memories and experiences. 

There are the things I wish I had done and the things that didn’t go the way I’d hoped. 

There are thoughts of what it will be like when my retirement starts. 

The crazy thing is that my days are busy enough with the present tasks that my mind has to reserve some of these thoughts for the wee hours of the night. 

I’m pretty good until the lights go out and my head hits the pillow. I used to conk out within a few minutes, but right now that’s when my thoughts kick into high gear. 

Who needs sleep when you have thoughts? 

Sleep is to give our bodies and minds a rest. But I have a war going on in me that’s making it harder for me to focus when I should be awake. 

Maybe I can look at it like Lily did our trip – I’ll get sleep when the trip is over … when I retire. 

I guess, until then, who needs sleep anyway?

Here’s the thing: There is coming a time for all of us when we won’t be thinking about and planning for the future. Our future will all be settled. But until that time comes, we should use our minds to contemplate what God has in store for us and prepare properly for that time. This all starts with a relationship with Jesus Christ. So spend time thinking about and securing that relationship while you can. You’ll sleep later. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Prioritize Or You Will End Up Picking Up The Pieces

We sometimes underestimate the time little tasks take and, therefore, fail to prioritize them.

prioritize or you will end up picking up the pieces

Maybe it’s just me but, when I’m not working on a significant project, I’m easily pulled away from the secondary work I have to get done. 

This week I didn’t have to write a sermon, which is normally a major weekly project. For that, I am pretty protective of my time and I manage it through the week. 

I don’t know what it is but, when I don’t have a major anchor like a sermon to structure my week around, I’m not as protective of my time. 

It’s like a high school kid on summer vacation. He wakes up every morning and his parents give him a bunch of things they want him to do before they get home from work. Any plans or ideas of what he wanted to do now come under the new assignments he’s been tasked with.

This past week’s disaster is mostly my fault; I just needed to guard my time better. 

Someone called and needed help with something. I was only working on little tasks so I left what I was working on to help them get their task done. 

That happened two or three times this week, and because I felt like I had some extra time, I also worked on a couple of other things I had not planned on. 

We’ve all seen jugglers who have about five balls in the air and then get someone to throw another ball into the air for them. Often they incorporate that extra ball into their routine seamlessly. 

But there are times when the ball that gets thrown in arrives too high or low or too hard. When that happens, the juggler doesn’t just miss or drop that extra ball. All the balls he has circling in the air also get dropped. 

The balls scatter.

That’s how I felt at the end of my week. I still had a bunch of little details and tasks to do that were all scattered around me.

When I was in high school, we liked to see how many pennies we could catch. 

… Remember those things? 5 pennies were equal to a nickel, and 100 of them made a dollar – I mean a loonie.

We would bring one arm up and rest the back of our hand on our shoulder so we could stack a pile of pennies on our forearm just before our elbow. 

Then we would snap our arm forward and catch the pile of pennies in our hand. We got up to catching 20, 30, even 40 or more pennies in as many as 4 piles on our forearm.

You had to snap your arm forward really fast to catch all those stacks of coins. But if you missed, you had pennies flying everywhere. (Don’t try this at home, kids.)

Today, I’m picking up pennies – I mean, tasks – that I just didn’t give the priority to that they required. 

Here’s the thing: When you don’t prioritize God in your life, there will be other things and other people that fill your day and keep you from having much or any time with God. When that happens, your life will tend to be a little scattered. You will lose the directional focus you need.

That’s Life!

Paul

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I Pondered Something I Had Never Given Much Thought To

The other day I pondered something that I have never thought much about before … and it amazed me.

I pondered something I had never given much thought

We all have amazing things happen to us or witness them with our eyes. But do we ponder those amazing things or do we just file them in our heads as a great event, encounter or sighting to tell someone later?

For instance, a friend of mine just came home from a trip to Europe and, on his way back, he had an experience that he couldn’t stop talking about. It was amazing, but it was amazingly bad. When it was all said and done it was a great story and something that he will never forget. 

I wonder, however, if he had pondered on that event, whether he would have come away with some deeper thoughts on life, health and God. 

I had an experience a few years ago in the emergency department at the hospital. I wasn’t there for myself but to visit a patient. While I was there visiting with this patient and his wife, a prison inmate somehow got the gun from one of his guards. In the wrestling match that ensued, both the inmate and guard had their hands on the gun. 

This all went down about twenty feet from where we were. We were watching it all. The gun was waving around; I felt so uneasy but had nowhere to go. There was nowhere to hide or go for cover. We were exposed and the struggle for the gun between the officer and the inmate was intense. 

Then a shot was fired. 

It was deafening; the smell of gun powder filled the emerge … but the wrestling match continued and I just knew the gun would go off again. 

And it did. 

One bullet stuck into the wall; the other bullet struck a person in the leg.

It was a scary moment and I will never forget it. 

I’ve told the story many times, but I’m not sure I’ve pondered the event. What could have happened? How has it affected me? I’ve never really asked all the “what if” questions. … Nor have I asked why I was spared and that other visitor wounded. 

Sometimes you are satisfied with the story the amazing event produces. Sometimes you should ponder it. 

I did that the other day sweeping up sand and gravel from our church parking lot. 

I forgot to bring gloves and very quickly developed several blisters on my hands. I made it through the morning with blisters that kept growing in size but didn’t break.

I pondered that later, looking at the blisters on my palm and a few on my fingers and thumb. As I pondered those blisters, it dawned on me how remarkable our skin is. Our skin doesn’t just tear and shred when stressed; our skin actually protects itself. And our skin heals itself. 

Those blisters never did break and one week later you can’t see any sign that I ever had them. My skin has gone back to what it was before the abuse.

Here’s the thing: Most of the time, we take that kind of amazing thing for granted. But if you pondered it for a few moments, you have to consider that there was thought and planning that went into a person’s make up. How could this small, insignificant thing about our skin be by accident? When you ponder it, it points to an intelligent, thinking Creator who designed us. That’s who God is.

That’s Life!

Paul

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It’s An Antique To Me But Nobody Would Notice

I feel like I’m wearing an antique and it is only seven years old.

it's an antique to me but nobody would notice

How in the world could something under ten years old be considered old at all? In the automobile industry a car has to be 20 years old to be considered a classic. 

Where I vacation every year they hold a vintage car show where the cars all park on the beach. You see cars from the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. Those machines are real antiques. 

People have put a lot of love into them and they look like they are brand new. The curves and lines on those vehicles are mesmerizing. But when you look inside you see how basic the dashboard and instrument panels are. 

An automobile can be called a classic after 20 years but, to become an antique, a car must be at least 45 years old. Then to be considered vintage, well, those cars were build between 1919 and 1930.  

At any rate, any of those classifications are far older than the tired, old thing I wear every day.

Antique furniture has an even stricter standard for old. To be considered an antique, a piece of furniture must be at least 100 years old. And most antique dealers consider vintage pieces to be 40 years or older.

So seven years is nothing, but that’s how old my watch is. Even in terms of watches, it’s not that old. … But it is an antique when it comes to smart watches. 

I have the first Apple Watch. It is so old that they didn’t even have a series number for it. I got my watch in 2015 but they didn’t start assigning series numbers to the watches until 2016. They have just started calling my Apple Watch series (0). 

And why would my watch be considered an antique? Well, first off they don’t make them anymore. You can’t buy a new one and they stopped upgrading the software for it in 2018. 

The Watch operating system (OS) that my Apple Watch runs on is 4.3.2 while the latest Apple Watch series 7 is running Watch OS 8.5.1.

You can see why my watch has been left in the dust. It’s vintage, a classic and you might even consider it an antique.

I realized how old fashioned my watch was this morning when I wanted to adjust my activities goals for the week. Every week my watch asks me what my goal is and it gives me a suggestion based on the activity I have done in the previous week. 

Truthfully, I’ve not done well at reaching my activity goals this week, so my watch suggested a lower goal for me than usual. I wanted to correct it but hit the wrong button. … To figure out how to change that goal took 15 minutes! 

Even vintage apple watches do it differently than mine. After some digging, I finally found out how to change the goal in some archive on the internet. 

It’s 7 years old and already a classic.

Here’s the thing: What has your relationship with God become? Hopefully it has matured into a sweet, beautiful, loving, cared for relationship – like a restored 1957 Chevy, or like a timeless Victorian armchair. The great thing is, if your relationship with God has become a little tired and worn, you can restore it to its full lustre with some time and attention. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Two Weeks Since We’ve Been Together

It’s been two weeks and I’m ready for things to get back to the way they were.

two weeks since we've been together

I remember at the beginning of covid there were people who thought, “A couple of weeks of shut down and we will beat this thing; then we can get back to normal.”

Well, that was over two years ago and we are still not back to the way things were before covid hit us.

When some big upheaval comes along, does it mean that things don’t settle back into place? 

When you throw a rock into the water, there is a great eruption in the water and then there are ripples that break the surface. After a short time, the water settles back into place. There is no evidence that anything broke the surface of the water. It looks just as it did before.

When you leave your home for a two-week vacation, you come back expecting that everything will be just as you left it. In most cases that is true.

But then there is this: Two weeks ago my wife, Lily, left on a business trip to Italy. Today she returns. I’ve been living in the house by myself for the last two weeks. … Things will not be the same as when she left. 

There may be papers on the kitchen table that weren’t there when she left. She will definitely find some crumbs on the floor or counter because that’s just who I am. 

In a sense, though everything will generally be the same, there will be a few things that have changed – like three of the balloons she got for her birthday are now hovering only inches off the ground. 

I know for sure that it will not be long after she arrives home that our house will be back to what it was like before she left. 

But the bigger question is, “What about us?” What about Lily and I after being apart for two weeks? Will we go back to the way things were before she left? 

We’ve been married for almost 37 years. When you think about it, two weeks apart is not very long. We should get back into the rhythm of our life quickly. 

Shortly after her return, there should be no sign that she had been gone for two weeks. But I wonder if that is good. Should everything go back to the way it was before two weeks ago?

Over 37 years there are patterns we have fallen into and some of those patterns could use a change – like how much time we actually spend doing things together at home.

Maybe two weeks could prove to be the start of some fresh new ways Lily and I will settle back into place. 

Maybe getting back to the way things were is not always best.

Here’s the thing: When people puts their faith in Christ for their salvation, much about them is the same the next day. On the outside everything about them looks the same as it did before. However, for a person’s faith to be real, the change that took place on the inside will have to show up on the outside, in how he or she thinks, speaks and feels. Placing your faith in Christ will leave you changed and things won’t be as they were before. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Holidays Don’t All Stack Up Equally, Do They?

Not all holidays are equal; we all know that. Some are just a day long, while others are celebrated for an extended time. 

holidays don't all stack up equally do they

Easter is kind of an odd holiday. Today I was wondering why it is not like the other holidays we have during the year. We don’t do all the normal holiday things at Easter. 

No one strings little lights on the outside of their houses. You don’t see little white lights in the shape of crosses adorning eavestroughs.

There are no inflatable tombs with attached inflatable big, round stones on people’s front lawns. … At Halloween some people put tombstones on their lawns, but that’s a completely different thing.

At Easter no one cuts down a tree, takes it into their shop, planes the logs and cuts them into big beams. No one sets up a big, wooden cross in their living room. 

There are no presents under that cross for weeks before Easter. No one anticipates opening those presents when the holiday arrives. 

There is no big lead up to Easter, like there is something to look forward to. Every year Easter seems to come upon us suddenly. It’s not usually something that is on our minds. 

Easter really is an odd holiday when you think about it. We don’t give it the high profile some other holidays get.

There isn’t a special meal that’s associated with Easter. The obvious choice should be lamb, but lamb has never really caught on like turkey or chicken or steak. Sure, sales of lamb are up around Easter, but you are probably more likely to find families gathering around a meal featuring ham or turkey. 

Lamb is expensive and if not cooked just right … well, I’m not a big fan of it. 

Ham at Easter is a strange choice though, especially since the holiday originates from Israel. Ham is not exactly kosher!

Easter just doesn’t match up to the other holidays of the year. 

Maybe it’s because we have to look up the date every year on a calendar. With other holidays we know when they are, we’ve memorized the dates in our heads. But Easter, is it in March this year, or is it in April? Is it early or late? We have to get out the calendar to find out. Two months out we don’t know when Easter will fall. 

At least we know that it’s always a Friday and a Sunday. But that also makes it a different kind of holiday. There is a sad part of Easter and a happy part. What other holiday has us crying and laughing during the same time?

Easter really is an odd holiday … but, for Christians, it’s the most holy and important holiday of the year. 

I just don’t know why it doesn’t get more attention and love.

Here’s the thing: At Christmas we celebrate Christ’s birth, His coming into the world. That’s amazing and it should be something we celebrate. It shows us that God is thinking about us. But Easter, that’s when God really shows He loves us. Christmas would mean nothing to us without Easter. At Easter we celebrate that God loves us so much that He sent His Son to die in our place to pay for our sins. Easter really is the greatest and most joyous holiday of our year, every year. I hope you make it yours.

That’s Life!

Paul

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The Names We Put On Streets Can Make You Smile

The names we put on streets should have some meaning or relevance to them. 

the names we put on street can make you smile

We travel down streets everyday and don’t think too much about their names. But many names, if not most street names, are not randomly selected. Rather have some kind of history or thought behind them.

For instance, the famous Yonge Street in Toronto was named after Sir George Yonge. He was a friend of the namer and an expert on ancient Roman roads. 

Street names are not randomly picked out of a hat.

Some of the names we find on street signs come from those who built the homes or buildings on that street. 

Back in the late 70’s, my folks went on a trip to England and, while they were there, had their picture taken on Silcock Street. Apparently I had a great grandfather who built homes and had a street named after him. 

Street names mean something. Without a street name we are left with just numbers which are quite boring.

After growing up in Toronto with its’ interesting street names, I moved to Edmonton where they don’t use street names for the majority of their streets. 

One of the first things I did when I arrived was to go into a book store to purchase a map. I quickly found out that in Edmonton you don’t really need a map. All the streets and avenues are numbers based on where the street is in conjunction to the center of the city.

It was easy to get anywhere, but not that interesting living at 7313 – 183b Street. 

Street names have some spice. There is meaning and a story behind the names. 

That is what I thought until I was driving in the small city of Cobourg, east of Toronto. 

We turned down one street and came to T-intersection where we had to turn right or left. The street name was University Avenue. 

We have a University Avenue in Kingston and, as you would think, it leads to Queen’s University campus. Likewise, Toronto has a University Avenue and it leads to the main campus of the University of Toronto.

But Cobourg, there is no university in Cobourg. Why in the world would they have a street named University Avenue? 

I thought maybe the town fathers named the street with hopes that one day there would be a university at the end of it. I wondered if maybe they liked the name, thought it sounded impressive and hoped it might attract people to come and move to Cobourg. 

Naming a street without having a reason or a story – that is laughable. 

But then I did some research and found out Cobourg did have a university. Victoria University was founded in 1836, but was relocated to Toronto in 1890 as a College of the University of Toronto. 

So there was a reason for the street name. It wasn’t a scheme of the forefathers of Cobourg to attract new residents to their city. 

I just think that in the last 132 years since the university left that maybe they might have thought of renaming the street.

Here’s the thing: People who believe in Jesus Christ are called Christians. What “Christian” means is someone who follows Jesus. So if you are a Christian, be sure that if someone followed you they would be able to find Christ. Otherwise you shouldn’t be called by that name.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Not The Prettiest Time Of Year But I Will Take It

It’s not the prettiest time of year, but it is a welcomed time of year just the same. 

not the prettiest time of year but I will take it

The other day signalled the first day of spring, but I didn’t even realize it because I was more focussed on the dull and dirty landscape. 

Still lining parking lots were rows of snow piled up almost like a screen to keep you from seeing what was in the parking lot next to it. Not that long ago these piles of snow looked more like a mountain range. But with all the melting, the snow piles quickly resembled rolling hills. 

To add to the look, the snow that is left is no longer white but rather grey and filled with gravel and sand to give it an old, rugged appearance.

That’s the start of spring and it’s not very appealing. The grass is still all matted down from the pressure of the snow that has now melted away above it. Our streets have mounds of sand and grime just to add to the dingy appearance of the neighbourhoods.

I remember two years ago, when winter was over, there was so much sand on our church parking lot that we could have created a beach with it all!

It’s also right at the beginning of spring when you also realize how bad we all are at putting garbage in garbage cans. Strewn along curbs and sitting on the lawns, there are cups and paper and lids, plastic of all kinds. 

I take pride in throwing my garbage into waste cans like I’m making a three point shot on a basketball court. But if I miss, I don’t leave my trash; I go pick it up and drop into the bin.

However, it seems like many people assumed that if they missed the garbage can, their trash would melt like the snow by the end of winter. Well, it didn’t melt. And now we are left with lawn decorations that are not fitting at any time of year.

We all know what the signs of spring are – trees beginning to bud, flower sprouts poking ever so slightly out of the ground. And, of course, grass beginning to look like it is alive once more. 

But on the first day of spring, none of these signs are there. There is no hint of what is to come, just the dull, dirty reminder of what we’ve come through.

We welcome this time of year just the same. We do it, not for what it is, but for what will come after it. 

It’s that in between stage, not the prettiest time of year.

You know when your child gets to the stage where their baby teeth are falling out and the new ones aren’t all the way in. And they have started to get a little gangly and their facial features are starting to change? We know that soon their beauty will emerge again, but for right now they are not in their prettiest stage. 

This stage of spring will not last long. And I, for one, am happy about it because I know what’s on the way.

Here’s the thing: You may be going through a not-so-pleasant time in your life. In my experience, those times don’t last forever. One thing I do is pray to God who loves me. I ask Him to bring the change that will be best for me … and God always does.

That’s Life!

Paul

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