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Come Sail Away with Me on Hightower Cruises

Wednesday, June 25th, 2008

For real. Please come sailing with me. It will be so much fun to have my friends along. I’m excited about going and my joy will be greater if you’ll come along.

Hightower Cruises has joined with Carnival  Cruises to bring us a trip with Christian entertainers, comedians, speakers, and authors. AND they called me to join them. Oh yeah, I was delighted to join their team and excited to vacation with those fun loving kinds of people. Picture you and I sitting right here in breezy-comfy beach clothes with our shades and a tall glass of fresh squeezed lemonade. Life is good. Let’s add some chocolate, okay?

I could stare at the water forever, unless of course you said something then we could talk forever while enjoying the view. We won’t sail until March 30th so you have plenty of time to plan. For more details check out Hightower Cruises. Tell them I sent you and they’ll leave the light on for you!

I am so excited .Can’t wait to see you on board!

Blessings,

Robin

Girls Gone Goofy LUST for LIFE ID?

Friday, June 20th, 2008

Lust for Life

Oh my gosh. If you don’t have a teenager in your life, you need to go get one. Let me tell you what fun you are missing out on. They are full of creativity, originality and list for life. I love ‘em, especially mine.

My two oldest moved out this summer. They are working at a Trinity Pines Christian Camp as staffers. Christa had a few days off, so I brought her home. She kept asking, “What are we going to do Monday?”

I’m thinking . . . work on speeches, writing, and marketing, but Nooo . . .

“What are we going to do? I want to go to the mall and look around, watch people. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

I ignored the questions or gave them a cursory, “Uhmhm.”

Monday morning.

“I know. Let’s go to the mall and in every store pick an item and create an outfit to match it from head to toe, accessories and all. We hide our items from each other ‘til we get to the dressing room. We put it all on, then take pictures. No, wait. For each store, we will have a certain identity to dress-up as. Beach dweller, Italian, Inspector, Parisian, nerd, little girl, etc. And we’ll get the store associates to take our picture. Come on won’t that be fun?”

Her enthusiasm oozed out and began infecting Charissa and I. We succumbed and loaded up in the truck for our great weird “scavenger hunt.” Charissa and I lost heart often during the course of the game, but Christa kept plugging and prodding us on. She was having the time of her life running around the department stores picking up jewelry and $200 handbags from downstairs, going upstairs for tops and bottoms, asking the shoe guy for a special pair in her size, texting us to find the same dressing room for the grand finale of each outfit.

Christa, Cahrissa and Robin Inspectors for hire

You want me to do what?!?!?

 

Carrying around all that pricey stuff made me nervous, but Christa said, “What’s the worst they will do? Kick us out for making outfits?” We forged ahead trying not to look suspicious.

Did I mention there was no retrying different sizes? It was hit or miss the first time. Zipped or not the pics were made and the fun was had. And yes, for all the sales assistants reading this, we put all the items back where we got them.

We spent six hours doing this, laughing our heads off. While relaxing our sore feet in Starbucks with drinks and The Great American Cookie Co. treats, we decided the fitting end to the perfect day would be pasta in our pj’s and a good movie. We ordered pasta to go from The Cheesecake Factory, then drove home to watch August Rush.

What fun! I was a reluctant adventurer at first, but the experience and memories were great. I sure didn’t like taking her back to camp to live. Charissa and I suffer the loss of a little something when she’s not around.

Grab a teen and live a little! Blessings, Robin

Robin’s Ramblings on Various Thoughts & Experiences1

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

Robin’s Ramblings on various thoughts and experiences.

My honey and I went to Indy for the SBC annual convention. The event was encouraging. We visited with friends and met new ones. I thought to take only one picture while in Indy. (My mind has lots of pictures of good friends met while in Indy, but the

camera only has one.)

Chuck and I loved meeting up with our friends James and Sheri Cowley, pastor from Galax, Virginia.

Our friend and previous pastor, Frank Page introduced Chuck and I to Avery Willis. As I shook his hand, I remembered how much of my growth as a Christ follower came from his discipleship studies and writing. What a history I felt. What a privilege and sense of indebted gratitude. Thank you for your obedience and commitment Dr. Willis.

We previewed the new movie Fireproof coming to theaters September 26th.


Staring Kirk Cameron, the movie is about a fireman in the fire fighting for his marriage. It portrays real love during tough times showing that love is a choice, and not only a warm-fuzzy, emotional feeling.

On the note of love, I am so in love with my man!

He is the greatest husband and Father. This Father’s Day is special with all our kids and the great, bold love of such a gallant man. I’m so blessed with Chuck. I love you, honey. I will follow you wherever you go, admiring you all the way. Not worrying about perfection in you, but building you up to accomplish all God desires for you to attack. I love you.

I’ll conclude my ramblings with that thought.
Robin

Mighty Ways & Weak Dust

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

Mighty Ways & Weak Dust

When we are the weakest, we can receive our greatest strength. For the past few days, I have delighted in another touch from God, and quivered in fear of the “what if’s” of life. I called out to a friend for prayer, and this morning received a wonderful word from God through her, my mentor, Vonda Skelton. God had given her scripture and prayer to share with me. Isn’t God the best?

“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord. “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts. “The rain and snow come down from the heavens and stay on the ground to water the earth. They cause the grain to grow, producing seed for the farmer and bread for the hungry. It is the same with my word. I send it out, and it always produces fruit. It will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it. You will live in joy and peace. The mountains and hills will burst into song, and the trees of the field will clap their hands![1] (Is. 55:8-12, NLT)

Dust trembles, shuffles, then travels on the wind. I am dust, an earthen vessel, broken and shattered to dust. A frail nothing in light of God’s presence.

God’s mighty ways, his plans, his thoughts are powerful, perfect, and superior. His Word, Jesus, is not empty, impotent, or incapable. He brings life to dust.

He makes me—leads me on in joy, forward in peace, and my eyes see his glory break forth in praise. What was once useless and trampled upon becomes a imperfect container for unspeakable treasure. Because of my Jesus, I am . . . Yes, that’s it! Because He is, I am _____. (Fill in the blank) We are everything God calls us. I am dirt on my own. But in him, I am all I need to be: I am sufficient in him. I am powerful in purpose. I am joyful in his presence. I will sing his praise as only dirt and rocks can!

Thank you, God, for hearts of flesh to share this life and your presence with. Thank you, Vonda, for sharing.

Blessings,

Robin


 

[1]Tyndale House Publishers, Holy Bible : New Living Translation., "Text Edition"–Spine., 2nd ed. (Wheaton, Ill.: Tyndale House Publishers, 2004), Is 55:8-12.

 

Guest Blogger: Jewish Festival, Conferencing

Monday, June 9th, 2008

Friends, I am conferencing out the wazoo. I attended the East Texas Christian Writer’s Conference at ETBU, my alma mater, last Friday and Saturday. Late Saturday evening, I received an invitation to speak on a Christian Cruise ship (more on that when I decide and return the phone call). Sunday morning I flew to Chicago waited on the tarmac for two and half hours to get to Indianapolis for the SBC Pastor’s Conference, Church Planter Dinner, and SBC Annual Convention. I was privileged to meet up with my pastor from our seminary days, Dr. Frank Page, soon to be the past President of the SBC. He has led with integrity an humility, and I am thankful for his service and friendship. He introduced Chuck and I to Avery Willis. That was cool. But better than that, we watched a video of Kerry Shook and the church of Fellowship of the Woodlands (Houston) baptize over 800 this past Sunday (Yes, I said in one Sunday). Revival is in our land if we let it in our hearts to seek and obey God. I bawled watching the video.

 
I digress. In my absence God has blessed us with a guest blogger with lots of deep contemplations. Join Rebecca as she thinks out loud on the timing of the events in Acts chapter 2. You will be blessed as you ponder these thoughts and consider these questions. Here’s Rebecca. . .
 
Robin,  
 
Our study of Acts chapter 2 begins, “when the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place.”  I began ponder that statement. It seemed to have more meaning than I understood.  So I began investigating. 
 
What is Pentecost, to the Jews?  One of seven feasts in their religious calendar.  What did it celebrate? The giving of the law.  Moses gave the law written on stone tablets on Mt. Sinai.   When is it celebrated? 50 days after the Passover Feast.   How was this celebrated?  There were offerings given, and individuals traditionally stayed up all night studying the Torah—the Law. The early morning hours then were spent praying followed by the reading of the book of Ruth. Why the book of Ruth? I found no well explained reason.  But after taking an in-depth look at Ruth, one can make some connections. Ruth is sustained first by the law that says owners are to leave the corners and droppings of the harvest for those in need. Ruth had no husband to provide for her. Second, she was redeemed, provided for by her Kinsmen Redeemer, Boaz. He was the closest male willing and able to take Ruth as his wife and provide for both Ruth and Naomi.  Oh, and did I mention Ruth was not a Jew bound by the law or customs of the Jews. 
 
As I was studying, at this point several other things began to come to my mind. One, Christ said he came not to do away with the law, but to fulfill it (Matt. 5:17). Then he goes on to explain that we are to keep not only the letter of the law, but the spirit of it as well.  The other, Christ was crucified on the Passover, the first of the seven feast. In the Passover from Exodus, they sacrificed a lamb and placed it’s blood on the door post so that the death angel would pass over the house. Jesus has become Christ followers’ Passover lamb—the lamb who was slain, who became our sin.   
 
The fact that the Holy Spirit was sent in fullness at the Pentecost feast is no mere happen stance. But what does it mean? If Passover in the Old Testament was a foretelling of Christ’s work for us, what part does the Feast of Weeks or Pentecost play? What else do these two events—the giving of the law and the coming of the Holy Spirit—have in common?
 
There were 50 days from the crossing of the Red Sea until the law was given, and 50 days from Christ’s resurrection until the coming of the Holy Spirit. 
There were 3000 killed by God as part of the punishment on the people worshiping the handmade golden calf after Moses came down from the mountain with the law. And 3000 were added to the number of believers as a result of Peter’s sermon. In the past, God wrote the law on stone, but now the Holy Spirit writes it on Christ follower’s hearts.
 
Jews had the letter of the law that was to free them from worshiping idols and from immorality. The Passover freed them from physical slavery. The Holy Spirit is at work in us to set us free from all sorts of bondage.
      
1. Well that is just a surface scratch of questions and information compared to what is available, but here are two closing thoughts. he Jewish feasts were also agriculture in nature as well as religious bringing another level of meaning. Christ was resurrected at the First Fruit festival. If I understand what I read correctly, the Feast of Weeks or Pentecost also had to do with the harvest of grain. Two loaves made with yeast were waved at the altar, and these loaves were big made with about 16 cups of flour. Some say the two loaves with yeast (with sin) represent Jews and Gentiles. 
 
2. Many European countries celebrate Pentecost as a national holiday. The date is different in different countries and under different names. Since Easter/Passover does not fall on the same date year to year neither does 50 days from the day. In some English speaking places, the name is something like Whitten, maybe from the white robes of the people who were baptized. It was common to have one baptismal service a year, in some cases after a year-long trial run—a test to see if you are for real or a fake.  In France, it has been celebrated on June 6th. That date stands out in modern history as the beginning of the Normandy invasion, D-day.
 
So how does any of this help us? Know that God is at work. He is at work on His schedule. What He has started He will complete, whether it fills all pages of history or the depths of our hearts. He who began a good work will surely finish it.
 
Take care, let the Peace of Christ reign in your hearts.
Rebecca.  
 
Wow, Thank you Rebecca. I want to copy here a note she wrote me. “God gave us the Old Testament for more than a history lesson. It was a shadow of what was coming, just as the present is a sketch of what is to come. Will heaven be in full color, full power, and HD life?” I sure do think so. For then, we will see things clearly. Thank you Rebecca for helping us see that old, new, and future are all tied together, and that God never changes.
 
Blessings,
Robin

Piney Wood Safari Hunt: Zebra Expectations!!

Thursday, May 22nd, 2008

 

PineyWood Safari Hunt: ZEBRA Expectations!!
 
I recently posted about expecting the unexpected The Un-Expected Expectation, but this stripe really zigs! Really!
 
We always drive down the same forest service road through the National Forest between our house and our church.
 
Lake Stubblefield Rd.
 
 
It is a beautiful drive. The Forest Ranger consistently pulls me over to remind me of the speed limit. He must be afraid if vehicles go over 30 mph the animals can’t get out of the way (or maybe it is the potholes). I’ve seen deer, wild hog, possum, raccoon, bobcats, coyotes, fox, and all kinds of regular wildlife in the Piney Woods of East Texas on this drive.
 
Last evening just after dusk, along with a dozen or so deer, we drove up on something of a wilder hoof. It was bigger, and my girls and I weren’t sure what it was. As we drove closer (at a much slower speed than my normal), we saw the unbelievable. It was a ZEBRA.
 
 
The girls and I acted out John Wayne’s movie Hatari and tried to capture it on cell phone camera. We had to have proof! Who in their right mind would believe this? The thing ran down the road. I speed up. It watched us as a predator and began zigzagging across the road. (My husband will kill me if I mess up his car!) I slowed. Zebra slowed. We commenced the capture chase for .8 of a mile, then it took a side road.
 
The Piney Wood safari hunt left my heart pumping. What a thrill! Seeing a zebra in its natural reaction without a fence between us is a dream I never expected to come true, and in East Texas! Move over John Wayne. I’ve got a fever for the hunt. A broad with a cell phone camera. You’ll have to see the movie to understand the girl and camera thing. The pic isn’t the greatest. But under the circumstances, give a girl a break. We were on the lookout for the lion and other crew from Disney’s Madagascar.
 
Happy hunting the unexpected.
Robin

I Have a Dream

Saturday, May 17th, 2008

I Have a Dream! 

I have a dream, radical like Martin Luther King’s dream. I have a message as reforming as the Theses nailed to the wall by Martin Luther. I have a passion to make a change. I have a dream, a vision, a great desire for . . . (searching for words) a new church—no, a new work, that’s better. The work in one sense is the church because it is a gathering of believers to build each other up, and reach the lost. Yes, it is a new church.
 
In case it has passed observation, the church is losing young adults. We can point fingers to all kinds of reasons, but I propose the main one is we members of the churches don’t live authentic relationships with Jesus. I’m not saying we don’t have relationships with Christ, but we don’t live them with open integrity causing a thirst, and desire in young adults to have anything we have. We are the problem.
 
I’ve heard some say the young adults are self-centered and full of ‘me,’ but my experience is they are no more selfish than previous generations, me included. They are searching for something worthy of living for and dying for. They want to be committed to something, but they won’t be duped with in-authenticity. They won’t give themselves for causes which they deem less than worthy.
 
How does this fit into my dream? There are great numbers of strong believers in this group of 20’s and 30’s that want to make a difference for Christ in their generation. The new work will be fresh, relevant, and biblically sound. My dream will not look like modern day traditions of churchianity. Here are some pictures of some of these kinds of believers taken during intermission at a Christian concert.
 
 
 
Possible Misfits in the mighty Army of God!
 
 
Does a girl have to ’Christianize’ herself by letting down her hair to cover the tatoo? The guy, how about a part down the middle? Many pew-sitters would not believe the respect and honor given God and His Word. They are different, but they are not unlike those who have hearts like King David. (A gathering of God’s mighty misfit army)
 
 
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Most churches want these believers to clean themselves up, dress right, and for goodness sakes cover that tat in order to play church with us. The message is they don’t belong. I dream of a new work where looking upon the heart matters, not what man sees, but what God sees (1 Samuel 16:7). Chuck Swindoll wrote a great book many years ago on this topic called The Grace Awakening. Dusting off that old book, or better yet the even older one about grace, forgiveness, and un-pharisaical ministry (The Bible), might help us embrace, mentor, and aid these young adults as they become the future church evangelizing the world.
 
Yes, I have a dream, a re-formation of how we ‘do church’ remaining steadfast in evangelization with truth of Jesus about sin, love, and hope.
 
My re-forming thoughts.
Robin ‘Luther Queen”
Confessions of a Preacher’s Wife

Come! Charge! Retreat!

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

 

In response to a HighCallingBlogs Group Writing Project on the importance of taking time to get away in retreat, I laughed at my first thoughts on the project’s title, “Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!”

 

I didn’t envision a soft, cushy, comfort. I heard a battle command. Maybe it’s because I recently watched a movie with Charlton Heston from the 1960’s called Major Dundee. He consistently reminded his men he had only three commands. “Come. Charge. And run like…” Well, you can watch the movie, but retreat is part of the battle planning.

 

As a Christian equipped with armor, burdened with mission, and awaiting orders, I look to the Lord for when to retreat. If I listen carefully and obey quickly, I’ll know when to get out of the daily grind or battles and run for the “strong tower” of refuge.

 

My retreat brings healing, rest, and renewed vigor to accomplish the tasks of life. I can’t always get away to attend a nice retreat center like Laity Lodge, but I am able to take a walk alone, go to a coffee shop and sit, or drive with God and my thoughts (although driving retreats have recently proven dangerous).

 

For more serious retreats, I need a deeper withdrawal, somewhere safe to sleep, to “lick my wounds” (have God’s healing comfort applied), to recoup and regroup. My serious retreat locations can be at home, on vacations, and at retreat centers, but always they include those I love and trust, those who believe in God within me. I call upon proven prayer warriors, mentors, family, and friends.

 

During quiet, comforting retreats I get a clearer focus on my part in God’s mission, and retune my ears for the “Major’s” voice.

 

What’s that? Come! Charge! Or Retreat!

 

One to be change,

Robin

Which Way?

Thursday, May 1st, 2008

 If ever a believer sat in a quandary filled with emotion, indecision, and lots of ideas, it’s me. It would take me way to many types to tell all. All options seem good, but then again bad at the same time. I don’t know what to do, who to ask, or … yuk, I hate this ministry stuff. I think I should sit and be nothing. Oh goodness, I know that’s not right either. Where’s the chocolate? These pounds aren’t good, that is for sure. At least I’ve got one thing figured out!  

If you have a minute, pray for my clarity of direction.
  Thanks!

Consumed

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

Ever wanted something so bad you could taste it? No, I mean so bad it hurts? A longing that if left would eat you alive, a feeling that seems so right when a taste of the desired is given. A desire and consuming passion that remains foremost in your mind. One might even say head over heels possessed with love for it.

It sounds like I’m talking about some passionate romance, and in a way it might be. It is them. I love them. I want the best for them. I can’t stand not reaching out to them, offering friendship, relationship, and acceptance.The other night, Chuck (my husband) and I went to see a single man our age in the hospital then took his parents and another woman in her 60’s to dinner. We were in a college town, the home of a big college. Our friend said she had never seen so many young people in one place before. Chuck and I had a great conversation with our waitress all during the dinner. I felt at home and in near frenzy in such a target rich environment. We dropped our church members off at their car then went to Starbucks. The place was full, inviting, and very open.

Feelings stirred deep within, a desire to meet each one and offer friendship with them all. I really can’t explain this feeling any better than the feeling of that first love. (Remember the first crush on a guy and the desire that accompanied it.) I want to be around them and give them all I have. That is the best description I can come up with.

The Spirit moves both Chuck and I to love them. He’s wondering what, how, when, especially since he already holds two full time jobs. Pastoring is part time pay, but always full time job. And I’m a financial drain, in other words a well kept woman.

I know I must write, speak, and whatever, and this love is the reason I do it. I am going to Mt. Hermon with all the trappings, proposal, one sheet, yada yada, but . . . I feel all this is only a step to reach my real love. Am I so wrong to spend a thousand dollars on writing chances when it isn’t my first love? If I must do this writing to reach them, it is worth all I have and all any will give me. Writing is more of a discipline than a passion. Will this be understood by editors and agents? Does anyone in publishing want to link up with someone who is more passionate about something else besides writing? Oh, I pray to God that someone wants to.

Just call me Consumed.


 

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