Author name: Dan

A person who makes the wrong decision about Jesus Christ lives his entire life in vain. When he dies after rejecting Jesus, he discovers how vain his earthly life was. Dwelling in Hell for eternity is the most horrible vanity of all. It never ceases.

Both those accounts deal with serving others using money. What about our time or material possessions? Can we be content in handing over our material possessions if it would serve better purposes for someone else? Sometimes we act as if that fourth car in our garage will be joining us in heaven even though we rarely drive it here. Do we truly need fifteen pairs of shoes?

After five minutes sitting in our fort, Randy said, “How about we go pop bottle hunting?” He could have stopped at “How about we go–.” Yes, let’s go.
It was a smart decision. We could collect two cents for every pop bottle we found and turn that into candy at the local store. Our underground fort could never match that return.

Imagine this scene: Dougie and Cindee Gangler have a beautiful young daughter named Phoebe Darling. She’s twelve years old (her preferred pronouns are ‘who’ and ‘whose,’ but that’s another story), and when she was five years old, her bedroom housed over three hundred stuffed animals, all sitting facing an actual stage situated along the far wall. After all, Phoebe was a star in the making.

On our refrigerator at home dwells a magnet stating, “Dorothy was right. There’s no place like home.” At face value, I could list other places which have no comparative competition. For example, there’s no place like a barber shop. Or there’s no place like the inside of a silo.

When did you hear God’s voice for the first time? It happens to every Believer. I’m poking along, minding my own business when—POW! The heavens open and this deep voice bellows, “Dan, it’s me!” At first, I answer, “James Earl Jones?”

Pity the poor atheist. His life is a straight line from birth to death. At death, his straight line of life takes a horrible plunge. He now realizes his grand mistake. He asks for a ‘do over.’ God declines. Then he suggests a substitute punishment, like maybe twenty push-ups?

When you’re good, you’re good. Arrogance had me believing there were no boll weevils in my cotton.