Twice Is Too Many Times For Me

They say lightning never strikes twice, but I’ve heard of people getting struck by lightning more than once.

twice is too many times for me

I remember golfing with a buddy when we were on the 16th hole down in a valley when the warning siren blared throughout the whole course. With our lightning rods – I mean umbrellas – raised, my friend Mike began walking up the steep cart path. 

I turned to say something to him and saw a flash of light that almost blinded me. The worst part, however, was the sound of the thunder that boomed about a second after the lightning. 

We knew it was close, looked at each other, said in unison, “Let’s get out of here!” and started running. 

No one wants to be hit by lightning, or even get close to it … but it does happen. 

In Canada there are an average of over 2 million lightning strikes per year, yet only 100 to 150 people are injured each year by lightning. That tells me that lightning is not all that accurate. Still, it claims about 9 or 10 lives per year. 

It’s rare to be struck by lightning more than once, but don’t tell that to Roy Sullivan. He was struck seven times!

Well, my golfing lightning story was the closest I’ve ever come, but something happened the other day that reminded me of being struck by lightning twice. 

When I was in college I got injured playing hockey. I was skating up the ice with a good head of steam and scooped at the puck along the boards. The plastic strip at the base of the boards had a join right where the blade of my stick made contact with the puck. The join wasn’t even and acted as a full stop for my stick. 

I drove the butt end of my stick into my upper thigh and it lifted me right off the ice, until the stick broke in half and I came crashing down. 

It was probably the most pain I’ve experienced in my life.

I’ll never forget it. I had clipped a small artery, just missing the main artery in my leg by a couple of millimetres. The result was a hematoma about twice the size of a golf ball that appeared in mere seconds. 

I ended up having surgery to tie off the artery and drain the blood. 

Fast forward 40 years later. … Last week I was skating with the puck and went to go around a guy right by the boards. It was tight, yet somehow the blade of my stick wedged into a gate – how it got in there, still amazes me.

All I know is the butt end of my stick hit my upper thigh and I was flying in the air.  

I had a déjà vu moment as I landed on the ice.

Thankfully it wasn’t serious this time, just some bruising and tenderness for a few days.

All I can say is, I hope I’m not the Roy Sullivan of hockey rinks.

Here’s the thing: There are some things that we don’t want to have to experience twice, or want another chance at. But God gives us multiple chances to respond to His invitation to begin a relationship with Him through His son, Jesus Christ. Don’t wait for another chance to come along. Put your faith in Christ today.

That’s Life!

Paul

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When Pretty Good Is Just Not Good Enough

Sometimes “pretty good” isn’t “good enough”. I use the phrase “pretty good” a lot. Often I use it to describe something I think is really good. 

when pretty good is just not good enough

Maybe I’ve filled out too many surveys and evaluations to put everything in the excellent category. My default has become “pretty good” because it’s possible that something could be better but I don’t know it. I leave room for some improvement.

So when asked how dinner was, my “pretty good” means I really enjoyed it. 

When a hockey player scores an amazing goal, they get my “pretty good” approval.

To me pretty good isn’t sub-standard; it’s not mediocre; it’s not even good enough. Pretty good means it’s very good.

Recently a friend of mine moved his cottage. They built a foundation and basement on a piece of land. Then they jacked their cottage up and rolled it about six properties down the road to the new foundation.  

When I saw the pictures of all they had done and how it looked when they lowered the cottage on the new footings, I thought it was fantastic. I told him, “Man, that’s pretty good what you did there.”

I say all this about this phrase because I don’t give out a “pretty good” for just anything.

About a week and a half ago I was playing hockey. Halfway through our game I sat on the bench for ten minutes while they flooded the ice again. I think I got a little chilled because, when we got back on the ice, I noticed my back was a bit stiff – not bad, just tender. 

As I kept playing, I could feel my lower back tighten up. I even got to the point where I decided to call it quits before our ice time was up.

I don’t usually do that, but it was bugging me.

The next day I decided to give my back a rest. The morning after that, I again decided not to play because my back still didn’t feel quite right. It wasn’t bad, but I felt I had tweaked it slightly.

That was Christmas week and I didn’t have hockey until the end of it. 

Our annual Silcock Christmas gathering includes renting ice and playing with the kids and nephews. By then my back was feeling, well, you know – “pretty good”. I wouldn’t say it was perfect but it was feeling really good again – something like 85% good.

I thought playing hockey with the family would be just fine. And it was for most of it. 

But about three quarters of the way through, I stretched to receive a pass and felt my back tighten up. It wasn’t bad, but I did feel like I tweaked it again.

Now I’m going to have to miss hockey for at least another week. 

Sometimes “pretty good” isn’t “good enough”.

Here’s the thing: Many of us feel like we are “pretty good” and that should be good enough to get us in God’s good books. But being “pretty good” is not good enough when God is perfect. Pretty good will never match perfection. God knew this too, so He sent Jesus to be our sacrifice to make up the difference from being “pretty good” to being good enough for God. Take Jesus as your Lord and Saviour and trust Him to make you good enough for God.

That’s Life!

Paul

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I’m Retired But Sometimes I Have My Doubts

There are times when you have doubts about something. Then a bit of confirmation seals your confidence.

I’m retired but sometimes I have my doubts

Many years ago I encouraged a staff member of mine to seek a different position in another church. We had some tough conversations and I knew it was not what he really wanted. But I also knew it was the best thing for his growth and for our church.

Still, when he left, I felt bad and wondered if I had made the right decision.

Two years later I met up with this former staffer who was now in a new position. I was a little apprehensive when I saw him but he came rushing over to me and said the move he made to his new ministry was best for him. He thanked me for helping him make that move.

It had been two years and, though I didn’t think about him all the time, there were moments in those years when I really wondered if I had been too hard or had that difficult conversation with him too soon.

But all that doubt, feeling unsure if I’d done the right thing, disappeared in an instant. When he greeted me with a big thank you, I knew without a doubt and was confident that I’d done the right thing.

Well, back in October when I retired, there were definite signs that I was retired and in many ways I felt like I was retired. But I had some expectations of what retirement would be like. There were a couple of things that just didn’t fit the vision of retirement that I had.

One of the things I thought I would do is play more sports. I envisioned increased mountain biking and playing more hockey. The weather was quite unpredictable and I found that I didn’t go biking as much as I thought I would. Golf was winding down and I only ended up playing a few games late in the fall.

But when hockey started up, that is when I wondered what this retirement gig was going to be like.

Over the years I’ve played hockey two or three times a week during the winter months. But this fall, with all the extra time on my hands, I was only playing once a week.

The old pick up hockey that I’d played for literally 24 years had dried up. I signed up to play once during the fall and there was only six of us. Let’s just say it was not fun.

Other than that one regular weekly hockey game early Saturday mornings, I had nothing else. And I was supposed to be retired, free to play more hockey than I’d played for years. Instead I was playing just one hour per week.

… Well, that is until this past week. I just finished playing hockey for the fourth time! Now I’m convinced I’m retired.

Here’s the thing: There are times we may have doubts over decisions we have made – maybe even doubts about God’s plan for our lives. But when we see His answer to a prayer or a confirmation of His hand on our life, we get convinced all over again. Never stop praying and interacting with God. He will continue to give you confidence in Him.

That’s Life! Paul
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A New Star Is Shining Brightly These Days

We have a brand new star in our family. And the light from this star has just started to shine brightly.

A new star is shining brightly these days

Have you ever looked up at the sky at night? 

If you live in the city you might not think to do it because the city lights wash out the stars in the sky. But if you go to the country, far enough away from the glow of the city lights, the sky lights up with stars in an incredible way. 

One time a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to see the sky through his telescope. I jumped at the chance and one night drove out of town to his place. 

I didn’t know what to expect, but what I discovered was not some little telescope set up on a tripod that you could get for cheap at Costco.

When I saw it, I gasped. It was huge. My friend said it belonged to a group and was the largest telescope in the region. In order to look through the eye piece, you had to climb about an eight-foot ladder.

We looked at many different star clusters and constellations. Near the end of our time, he pointed the telescope at the moon. It was particularly full that night. 

The moon was so close, I could see the craters on its surface. It was so bright that it hurt my eyes; I had to keep looking away.

And the moon is not even a star; it just reflects light. Can you imagine how bright stars would be if they were closer? … Our sun is a star and you can’t look directly at it without hurting your eyes.

Well, the star in our family is not that kind of a star, though she is shining quite brightly for a person. 

Our daughter was just featured in a commercial for GoDaddy websites (you can watch it here).  

It’s not because I’m a proud father that I’m calling her a star. That’s what the GoDaddy people called her in their press release to the major networks in Canada that picked up their campaign. 

Karlie isn’t an actor and she didn’t even pursue this commercial. GoDaddy asked her to submit an entry to a competition they were running. 

People on the set were surprised to find out that she wasn’t an actor, but rather a real business owner. 

They say that everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame. In Karlie’s case, it’s fifteen seconds of a commercial. 

However, if the campaign goes as long as they say, and with her picture on a billboard in downtown Toronto, maybe it will all add up to her fifteen minutes of stardom.

All I know is, as a proud father, I’m basking in the light of the new shining star in our family. 

Here’s the thing: The Bible talks about us as being shining stars. In Philippians, Paul says we shine like stars by reflecting the glory of Christ in our lives to other people. In that sense we are more like the moon. But the fact that Christ lives in each believer makes us more like stars. So if you belong to Christ, shine. Especially at this time, shine bright as stars to the family, friends and acquaintances around you. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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YouTube Has Got Me Hooked – Help!

I’m becoming a bit of a YouTube junkie and I may have to start weening myself off it. 

YouTube has got me hooked- help

Most things are good in moderation, but there is always that pull to overindulge in a good thing.

It hit me last night that I might be at that place with my YouTube watching.

I spent several hours watching similar videos explaining what the best settings are for a new camera I got. Some of the videos contradicted others, some were way too technical for me, some were just plain boring.

It’s really a mixed bag on YouTube, and the videos flow from one to another.  

Now, there was a good reason why I spent so much time yesterday watching those videos: I was tired.

There is nothing easier to do when you are tired than to watch and do nothing. Well, there is sleeping … that is easier than watching. Besides sleeping, watching is easiest because you don’t have to move a muscle. 

After spending all that time watching YouTube videos, my head was saturated with information, but I wasn’t doing anything with that information. I wasn’t applying it. 

In fact, I was finding that there was so much information that I wasn’t able to process it. I wasn’t able to determine what camera setting I thought would be best for me. I needed to start doing something and that was to write down the settings people were suggesting. 

It’s similar with church. You can sit and listen to a sermon, leave, and five minutes later not be able to recall what the preacher said. That’s why I always include an outline for people to take notes. It helps you stay focused and process what you are hearing. 

Anyway … back to my YouTube watching. 

Last night when I was done watching videos (I could have kept going but I cut myself off), I kind of kicked myself for not doing something. 

I had some video footage that I could have edited and some settings on my camera that I could have tested out, but I had done nothing … except watch.

That’s when I came to terms with my YouTube addiction. 

I’ve had a few people tell me I’ve been watching too much YouTube – people like my wife, Lily.  

My son has also mentioned to Lily that I’m watching too much … and this coming from a guy who barely goes five minutes without having his phone nine inches away from his face. 

So I’m going to listen and I’m going to limit my YouTube watching. 

I will start doing as much as I’m watching. If there is something I need to see on YouTube, I will then put it into practice immediately afterwards, for at least the same amount of time it took to learn what I was watching. 

It will take a bit of discipline, but it will get me doing and not just watching. 

Here’s the thing: Whatever you are learning about God right now, I encourage you to put it into practice. If you are learning about prayer, take time to pray. If you are learning about fear or anxiety or patience, do something that you will have to trust God for. Are learning about God’s creativity or His majesty, go for a walk in the woods, or stroll by a lake and take it the view. Don’t just learn about God, experience God by doing something. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Hesitation Can Lead You To Disaster

They say that caution is a friend, but I just saw how hesitation can lead to great disaster.

Hesitation can lead you to disaster

Sometimes you miss out when you hesitate … 

When you get a hot tip regarding the stock market, if you snooze, you lose.

When a store has a one day sale on something you have really wanted, but you question whether it is the right time for you to purchase it, that little hesitation could cost you getting in on that sale. 

I’ve noticed when you want to walk across certain traffic intersections, if you don’t start walking right away, an orange hand sign starts flashing. Your hesitation on the walk sign could mean you spend the better part of a day just trying to get across the street. 

The other day my wife, Lily, and I were in our car heading down the street to an appointment. 

Up ahead a squirrel dashed out to cross the road as we kept moving towards it. The little rodent stopped about half way across the road and looked back at us. He could see our car was bearing down on him. 

He continued to cross but then hesitated and stopped. He started to dash back the way he came when we were almost upon him. He stopped again, then ran for the other side. 

It was such a close call that I looked in the rearview mirror to see if there was a dark splat on the road. 

Somehow – and to be honest, I don’t know how – he didn’t get run over. 

So the play-by-play went something like this: “Look a squirrel is running across the street; wait now he’s stopped. Okay, he’s going to keep going. No, he’s stopped again. Now he’s going back; but wait, he’s stopped again. He’s going to cross the street. Did we get him? I don’t see any marks.” 

I am sure, in that one afternoon, that squirrel went from being a young squirrel to being an old senior who no longer crosses the road without help. Years were taken off that wild little critter’s life in a flash. 

Both Lily and I could not believe we didn’t run him over. We must have missed him by inches, maybe even just a fraction of an inch. 

He would not have had any issues getting across the street if he had have just gone straight across. It was his hesitation that got him into trouble. 

And even his first hesitation may not have been that scary, but three times he stopped moving and considered going the other way. … The fast moving tires and the evil grin of the car’s grill probably had him in a complete panic. 

That squirrel was not the only one of his kind to find himself in that kind of a situation. Squirrels are notorious for their hesitation. 

That is why many of them live on the edge of disaster all the time. 

Here’s the thing: Hesitation is not our friend when we face temptation. When confronted with something that is enticing us into a poor decision, a sin of some kind, hesitation causes us to flirt with disaster. When temptation comes, don’t hesitate. Know the right course of action and take it immediately to avoid potential disaster.

That’s life!

Paul

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Our Shed Has Become Popular

There must be something special about our shed. People just can’t leave it alone.

shed chair

We have a shed at our church where we keep garbage until pickup day. We didn’t buy a nice, fancy shed, we just turned some space under a set of stairs into one. It’s functional and does what we need it to do. 

We’ve used it for years, but lately other people are using it as well.

In August someone started a fire inside the shed. No one was in the church at the time, but fortunately a neighbour must have noticed and phoned the fire department. 

They were on the scene immediately, mostly because the fire hall is just down the street. 

I’m not sure, but maybe they came extra quickly because, for the last few years, we’ve been delivering Christmas baskets full of goodies to that particular station. Who would not want that to continue?

When it was all said and done, there was no damage to the church – just a hint of a summer campfire in the sanctuary for a couple of Sundays.

The shed wasn’t even destroyed; it merely had some scorching on the inside of one wall. The shed was back to doing its job immediately.

Then a couple of weeks ago someone decided that our garbage shed was closer than going to the dump. So they placed two wooden chairs in the shed.

It was super nice of them to give us their chairs so we could figure out how to dispose of them. 

I’d love to know their thought process in intentionally bringing their chairs over to the church. I wouldn’t think of putting some of my garbage by my curb, and then taking what’s left and putting it by my neighbour’s curb.

This garbage shed apparently begs to be used. 

Then just this past week we found a padlock on the shed. At first I thought maybe our caretaker was fed up with other people using our shed and locked it up.

But that wasn’t the case. One of our groups took the lock off and found someone’s personal belongings in the shed … along with a dog food bowl with some dog food in it. 

Then this morning, just before I arrived at the church for a 7 am prayer meeting, three police vehicles showed up at the shed. 

They talked to a young man who had been living in our shed for several days.

When I arrived on the scene the young man was all packed up, and assured me that he had cleaned everything up and left no garbage.

When I checked later, it was clean … but he hadn’t taken the two wooden chairs. 

We will still have to figure out how to dispose of them on our own. 

Unless … unless someone wants to come over to our garbage shed and pick out some fine pieces of discarded furniture.

Here’s the thing: There are many people who go through life without much thought for God. Unless … unless something major happens in their lives. Then they sometimes leave something with God in the form of a prayer, or dump something on Him in the form of blame. God wants us to be part of His family all the time, and as part of His family, He is quite happy to accept what we leave with Him. Join God’s family today by putting your faith in Jesus, His Son. 

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: Are you actually in a position to be dumping on God, or do you have a right to leave your burdens with Him? Leave your comments and questions below.

The Masters Left Me With a Different Feeling

Yesterday I had a different take on the Masters than most people did. 

I love to play golf and I’m also one of those people who likes watching it on TV.

For golfers, the Masters is a must watch event. It is one of the premier golfing events of the year.

But this year I had a different feeling than most people did watching the tourney.

Tiger Woods was making a charge; he was on a comeback. He hadn’t won the Masters since 2005 and he hadn’t won a major tournament in 11 years.

He’s had operations to fix chronic back problems, swing issues that has seen him completely change his swing, and emotional issues to overcome due to a marriage scandal which captivated public interest, coincidently 11 years ago.

Some thought that with all his issues, Tiger might not play golf again – at least at a level that would see him compete on the leader board.

Well, that is all in the past now. 

Tiger Woods played phenomenally this past weekend and his body, his swing, his mental toughness never looked better. 

Tiger is back.  

He certainly is one of the greatest – if not the greatest – golfer who has ever played the game. 

What I found disturbing yesterday, as I watched this amazing comeback and rise to the top for Tiger, was what seemed to be the worship of him. 

And it seemed consistent from the TV announcers to his fellow golfers to the crowds that paid homage with their cheers and praise. 

You can not take his golf ability away from Tiger. He truly is a marvellous golfer, but we shouldn’t be hailing him as the second coming of Christ! 

Ironically, Tiger’s win, and all the worship of him, came on Palm Sunday – the day Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey, to the cheers and shouts of “hosanna” by the people who lined his path into the city.

Tiger made a triumphant walk from the green to the club house, his family in tow … well, at least for part of the walk. He left them all in the dust behind him as he gloried in his own greatness to the fans shouting his name and reaching out to touch a piece of him.

The announcers couldn’t say enough of his achievements and how truly miraculous this achievement was fighting back from adversity to reach this pinnacle. 

But I wondered how his ex-wife felt, not about how he played or that he won, but about how everyone worshipped this man.

As he stood on the green with his arms raised in victory to the thunderous applause, I wondered if Elin felt that all he had done to shame her and break up their family had been forgotten, been forgiven.

It was like that never happened. 

Like taking a brush to a chalkboard, this victory wiped out any memory people had of the life he has lived off the course. 

It is alright to celebrate a victory, but let’s keep in mind the character of a man who actually missed the cut.

Here’s the thing: Jesus rode into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday to the shouts and cheers of “hosanna in the highest” … but it didn’t go to his head. Instead he shook off the adoring fans and went to the cross to die for YOU. Now that’s character.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Same Experience Different Takeaway

It is no surprise that people can be engaged in the same experience but have different takeaways.

Even as I write this now, I prove this “same but different” concept to be true. It’s 3:30 am and I’m writing my blog while my wife is fast asleep. 

Just a few moments ago we were both in bed. We got into the same bed at the same time, and turned the lights out at the same time. 

All the conditions were the same, yet she is sleeping and I am not.

I spoke at a church in Spain two weeks ago. Everyone heard the same message, though some in Spanish. One woman, however, responded differently to the message than everyone else. She gave her life to Christ that day.

Back in 1974 I had waited outside of A&A’s record store on Yonge St in Toronto for tickets to an Elton John concert. My friends and I got 17th row on the floor, centre stage. 

Those tickets were pretty sweet.  

From the first note, all 20,000 of us in the Gardens that night were on our feet, jumping up and down and screaming out the lyrics of every tune Elton sang … I pretty much demolished the chair I was standing on.

Near the end of the concert, someone I knew was even closer to the stage. I’m not sure if he wormed his way up there or if his seat was just that close. 

At one point in the concert, Elton John came to the edge of the stage and touched the hands of delirious fans. This acquaintance on mine had a felt top hat in his hand. He held it out to Elton and he took it, sat down at the piano and played, “Bennie and the Jets”. 

Then Elton got up and, amongst all the extended arms, put the hat right back into the hand of my school mate.

We all experienced the same concert but that guy had a different takeaway than the rest of us. 

I just finished attending a conference in another part of the world. During one session each day, conference participants spoke about their experiences of sharing God’s love with others. 

The stories were the same in that each story was about making Jesus famous. The content of each story had the same bottom line of how Christ was changing people’s lives. 

But each story was so different.

Some of the stories involved people being healed. There were stories of kindness being the convincing factor. Some stories were about explaining or interpreting a dream. And some of the stories involved a consistent example. 

It was amazing how in one story it seemed like only an angel could have been involved in making Christ famous. 

It was so interesting because, though we heard story after story on the same theme, each story was so different.

It was the same message but each person had a different takeaway. 

Here’s the thing: The message of Christ is the same. It doesn’t change but people respond to different parts of it. Some people respond to love extended to them, some to a truth that finally clicks and makes sense. Some respond to the contrast of God’s desire for them versus the desire of another god. Some take longer to respond than others, and some respond through different means, like in dreams or visions. But to all who respond, the takeaway will be the same … salvation.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Just In Time For Christmas!

Just two days before Christmas we got a light covering of snow here in Kingston, Ontario. The white stuff came just in time for Christmas day. 

Some how, for us living in Canada, the presence of snow puts us in the Christmas mood. It feels like Christmas when everything glistens in white under the moon.  Snow makes Christmas.

There is a passage in the Bible that says, “But when the right time came, God sent his Son, born of a woman, subject to the law.”

Like the snow came at just the right time, this year, Jesus came to us at just the right time.

That passage goes on to say, “God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children.” (Galatians 4:4-5, NLT)

At just the right time, Jesus came, so that we could be made right with God. God wanted us to be part of his family, and Jesus makes it possible.

Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones.

And thank you for reading my blog.

That’s Life!

Paul