Frank A. Bergman sold products for International Business Machines (IBM) back in the 1940's and 1950's. He truly believed that IBM had the best devices around, but he also knew that a client could find fairly comparable machines elsewhere. Consequently, Bergman emphasized customer service in his sales pitch. William Rodgers, in his book, Think, quotes Frank Bergman as saying, "I sold them the blue sky with a gold frame around it. You never sold the product, you sold the blue sky."
Once he sold the blue sky to the General Motors Corporation. Along with that heavenly real estate went an order for 3,000 electric typewriters! At $90 commission per machine, Mr. Bergman stood to make a whopping $270,000! That was more than ten year's salary for him and an all-time IBM record for a single-sale commission!
IT NEVER HAPPENED!
WHY?!
A few days before all the necessary papers were to be signed, a GMC executive called one of Bergman's junior salesmen. He wanted the man to come and see him about "a couple" of typewriters. The ambitious but not too intelligent rookie told the GMC executive to send an order by mail; he didn't have the time to run all the way up to Tarrytown for a puny little two-machine order. The giant automobile company bought those two typewriters elsewhere. They also bought the other 3,000 typewriters that Bergman had received an order for, elsewhere! "That junior salesman forgot the blue sky, " lamented Frank Bergman.
We Christians have the best, greatest, most wonderful "product" to offer a lost world! Everyone needs salvation, the forgiveness of all their sins, and everlasting life; and they can't get it anywhere except through Jesus Christ (John 3:16,36; I John 1:7)! However, our enemy (Satan) has flooded the market with cheap imitations, and the competition for men's souls remains fierce. We literally offer the blue heavens with golden streets beneath, but people will look elsewhere if they are given the impression that we do not live what we talk about or that we really do not care about them.
None of us would miss church or visitation if we had the guarantee of another Pentecost where 3,000 souls would come to Christ. But how many of us refuse to drive across town or even go across the street because "only" one person needed the Savior? I think that the two are related, and that big blessings depend upon faithfulness in the small things (Zech. 4:10; Luke 16:10). So be aware (soul-conscious) of every person each day, and win them one at a time for Jesus' sake (Psalm 126:5,6; Prov.11:30; Matt. 4:19)!
Individuals Beget Multitudes,
Pastor David Blevins
Monday, August 22, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Take Two Aspirin...
I had a headache last week. I mean a monster of a headache! The only reason it did not have "Excedrin" written all over it was because that space was occupied by a sign reading "Wide Load". It was the Moby Dick of headaches; I kept waiting for Donald Trump to offer to buy it and name it after himself. At first, I was afraid that I wouldn't live; then I was afraid that I would! It was some headache, folks!
What causes them, I wonder? Improper diet? Tension? Too much caffeine? A problem with my faith walk? I don't know what always causes a headache, but I take a certain amount of comfort in knowing that neither do the white frock-coated high priests of the medical profession!
I did remember one theory, which I heard mentioned several years ago, by comedian Bill Cosby. He explained the origin of headaches this way: "The little dudes in your head get bored. In an effort to relieve this boredom," he reasoned, "these tiny, little men take out axes, hammers, and drills and start thrashing your skull in an effort to escape." And why not? Forbes Magazine says that Bill Cosby has a net worth of $450 million plus as of 2009; maybe he deserves a hearing on this subject.
I wonder if churches get headaches for the same reason? The little men and women who compose the Body of Christ stop seeking to win the lost (Psalm 126:5,6; Matt. 4:19), to love the loveless (Matt. 22:36-29; I John 4:7,8), to meet the needs of the needy (James 2:15,16; I John 3:17,18), and we get bored. With "nothing to do", we take out our Bibles and our bats and turn on one another, thrashing away, resulting in massive contusions and fractured fellowship (Gal. 5:15).
Are you a "bored little dude" in the Body of Christ? Don't give the church a headache (Eph. 5:31,32)! You will find plenty to do (Ecc. 9:10; Col. 3:23), plenty of legitimate spiritual enemies to fight (Eph. 6:12), if only you will look around (Eph. 5:15; I Pet. 5:8). Remember to be "heads-up", not a headache.
Aspirin(g) To Serve,
Pastor David Blevins
What causes them, I wonder? Improper diet? Tension? Too much caffeine? A problem with my faith walk? I don't know what always causes a headache, but I take a certain amount of comfort in knowing that neither do the white frock-coated high priests of the medical profession!
I did remember one theory, which I heard mentioned several years ago, by comedian Bill Cosby. He explained the origin of headaches this way: "The little dudes in your head get bored. In an effort to relieve this boredom," he reasoned, "these tiny, little men take out axes, hammers, and drills and start thrashing your skull in an effort to escape." And why not? Forbes Magazine says that Bill Cosby has a net worth of $450 million plus as of 2009; maybe he deserves a hearing on this subject.
I wonder if churches get headaches for the same reason? The little men and women who compose the Body of Christ stop seeking to win the lost (Psalm 126:5,6; Matt. 4:19), to love the loveless (Matt. 22:36-29; I John 4:7,8), to meet the needs of the needy (James 2:15,16; I John 3:17,18), and we get bored. With "nothing to do", we take out our Bibles and our bats and turn on one another, thrashing away, resulting in massive contusions and fractured fellowship (Gal. 5:15).
Are you a "bored little dude" in the Body of Christ? Don't give the church a headache (Eph. 5:31,32)! You will find plenty to do (Ecc. 9:10; Col. 3:23), plenty of legitimate spiritual enemies to fight (Eph. 6:12), if only you will look around (Eph. 5:15; I Pet. 5:8). Remember to be "heads-up", not a headache.
Aspirin(g) To Serve,
Pastor David Blevins
Monday, August 8, 2011
Aw, Nuts!
Technically, it is the "main rotor retention nut", but savy helicopter jockeys refer to it as the "Jesus nut". By whatever name it is called, it is the device that secures the front rotor-blades to the mast. They call it the "Jesus nut" because, the reasoning goes, if it fails you had better start praying to Jesus as it would take a miracle to survive!
A helicopter is an amazing piece of aeronautics. If a pilot loses power completely, he can still land safely by means of a maneuver called "auto rotation" in which the momentum of the whirling props and the upward rush of air give him enough lift to descend under control. He can fly for a very short distance without power, but not without rotor-blades! Everything hinges on the "Jesus nut"!
I wonder - what is your "Jesus nut"? You know - that thing that has to go wrong before you will throw away the self-help manuals and get down on your knees in prayer? Too many times in our lives, prayer is a last resort when in reality, it should be our first resort! Though we may have lost all power, we can, for a short time "auto-rotate" letting momentum and casual breezes be a poor substitute for the mighty rushing wind of the presence and power of the Holy Spirit (John 6:63a). We are descending - crashing actually - but seemingly maintaining the illusion of control.
I have learned a very important lesson that every Christian needs to learn and practice - God is NOT my co-pilot! He wants to be in charge and will periodically snafu the "Jesus nut" in my life to remind me of this fact as I am driven to my knees in prayer. But I have also learned that my life does not have to be a series of white-knuckle supplications, shouted at high decibels as I hurtle earthward. If I will pray when all is well, I can avoid the need of periodic terror as a stimulus to what should be my daily Bible reading and prayer (Psalm 119:105; Matt. 4:4; Luke 18:1; Rom.12:12c; I Thess.5:17)!
So, what is your "Jesus nut"? What has to go wrong before you will seek the face of our Heavenly Father? Let me give you a helpful word of advice: don't shut yourself up to failure-driven prayer. Pray now - don't wait for your life to go nuts!
Aw, Nuts!
Pastor David Blevins
A helicopter is an amazing piece of aeronautics. If a pilot loses power completely, he can still land safely by means of a maneuver called "auto rotation" in which the momentum of the whirling props and the upward rush of air give him enough lift to descend under control. He can fly for a very short distance without power, but not without rotor-blades! Everything hinges on the "Jesus nut"!
I wonder - what is your "Jesus nut"? You know - that thing that has to go wrong before you will throw away the self-help manuals and get down on your knees in prayer? Too many times in our lives, prayer is a last resort when in reality, it should be our first resort! Though we may have lost all power, we can, for a short time "auto-rotate" letting momentum and casual breezes be a poor substitute for the mighty rushing wind of the presence and power of the Holy Spirit (John 6:63a). We are descending - crashing actually - but seemingly maintaining the illusion of control.
I have learned a very important lesson that every Christian needs to learn and practice - God is NOT my co-pilot! He wants to be in charge and will periodically snafu the "Jesus nut" in my life to remind me of this fact as I am driven to my knees in prayer. But I have also learned that my life does not have to be a series of white-knuckle supplications, shouted at high decibels as I hurtle earthward. If I will pray when all is well, I can avoid the need of periodic terror as a stimulus to what should be my daily Bible reading and prayer (Psalm 119:105; Matt. 4:4; Luke 18:1; Rom.12:12c; I Thess.5:17)!
So, what is your "Jesus nut"? What has to go wrong before you will seek the face of our Heavenly Father? Let me give you a helpful word of advice: don't shut yourself up to failure-driven prayer. Pray now - don't wait for your life to go nuts!
Aw, Nuts!
Pastor David Blevins
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Messy Mugs
Last week I devoted an unbelievable amount of time to cleaning out my coffee cup. Imagine Alaska's coast after the Exxon Valdez and the Gulf coast after the huge BP oil spill. Imagine your teenager's room converted to porcelain. Get the idea?
It isn't that I am a slob. I simply forgot to empty the last swallow of coffee before the weekend hit and the water evaporated, leaving a resinous goop about a half-an-inch thick in the bottom of the cup. Adding to my disgust and revulsion was the fact that some helpless insect with a caffeine addiction had fluttered down and gotten mired in that muck. Eeew!!
The frightening thing to me is that I almost drank from that cup! You see, I discovered the residue while in the act of pouring in a fresh cupful of coffee on Monday. How could I have missed such a mess? Simple - the outside was clean. Had I not glanced within before drinking, I could have seriously fouled my stomach!
I have always suspected that drinking coffee must be a spiritual thing, if for no other reason than the sheer number of Baptists who do it. Now I have proof. Jesus, in Matthew 23:25,26, spoke about the surface religionists who keep a clean cup on the outside, while allowing scum and tar and dead bugs to lie a foot thick on the interior. Christianity in our day abounds with cup-scouring scribes who use the Bible as their personal Brillo pad against others. Envy, anger, lust, and deception may adhere to their hearts, but, armed with a "clean" surface and a few chosen Scriptures, they set up as "legitimate" dispensers of the pure water of life.
While scrubbing my messy mug, I pondered another passage, Mark 7:14-23, where Jesus says that what defiles us is not what goes into our mouths, but what comes out. In other words, drinking coffee from that dirty cup would have done a lot less harm than dispensing the gospel from a dirty heart. I then asked the Lord God Almighty to clean me up - insects and all - from the inside out with the washing of the water of His Word (Psalm 119:9,11; John 15:3; Eph.5:26). How about you, my friend?!
Bottoms Up,
Pastor David Blevins
It isn't that I am a slob. I simply forgot to empty the last swallow of coffee before the weekend hit and the water evaporated, leaving a resinous goop about a half-an-inch thick in the bottom of the cup. Adding to my disgust and revulsion was the fact that some helpless insect with a caffeine addiction had fluttered down and gotten mired in that muck. Eeew!!
The frightening thing to me is that I almost drank from that cup! You see, I discovered the residue while in the act of pouring in a fresh cupful of coffee on Monday. How could I have missed such a mess? Simple - the outside was clean. Had I not glanced within before drinking, I could have seriously fouled my stomach!
I have always suspected that drinking coffee must be a spiritual thing, if for no other reason than the sheer number of Baptists who do it. Now I have proof. Jesus, in Matthew 23:25,26, spoke about the surface religionists who keep a clean cup on the outside, while allowing scum and tar and dead bugs to lie a foot thick on the interior. Christianity in our day abounds with cup-scouring scribes who use the Bible as their personal Brillo pad against others. Envy, anger, lust, and deception may adhere to their hearts, but, armed with a "clean" surface and a few chosen Scriptures, they set up as "legitimate" dispensers of the pure water of life.
While scrubbing my messy mug, I pondered another passage, Mark 7:14-23, where Jesus says that what defiles us is not what goes into our mouths, but what comes out. In other words, drinking coffee from that dirty cup would have done a lot less harm than dispensing the gospel from a dirty heart. I then asked the Lord God Almighty to clean me up - insects and all - from the inside out with the washing of the water of His Word (Psalm 119:9,11; John 15:3; Eph.5:26). How about you, my friend?!
Bottoms Up,
Pastor David Blevins
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Dead Skunks
I remember a sight which confronted me on the way to Amelia earlier this summer. It reminded me of a wonderful, insightful piece of classical poetry by Loudon Wainwright that he wrote for a novelty song in 1972: "There's a dead skunk in the middle of the road, stinking to high heaven."
There he lay, curled up in the middle of Rt.360, the afternoon breeze ruffling his fur. Like the cars behind and ahead of me, I whizzed on by, rolling my windows up a little higher and tighter. Still, I felt a pang of conscience even as my nostrils felt the mind-buzzing twang of odor (Believe me, it was enough to make my teeth sweat!). Perhaps a brief Hamlet-like, skunk eulogy was in order. "Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him well."
After all, skunks aren't such bad animals. They eat mice, rats, and a whole lot of pesky bugs. Also they have, for obvious reasons, virtually no enemies. As for their malodorous musk, they only spray when they are in danger, and they always give a warning by growling and stamping their forefeet. This useful, peaceful, and polite little animal, now was unmourned buzzard-bait.
Why so much sentiment, a couple of months later, for Pepe la Pew?
Well, I have been called a skunk a few times in my life. Sometimes out of camaraderie, ocasionally due to my hygiene (or lack of it!), and sometimes, even, by reason of my theology. You see, if life teaches us anything, it is that there is always someone around ready to call us names!
The thing to remember, then, is that most of the names we will be called, contain a seed of a compliment. We can truly believe these compliments, since the person who gave them meant to insult us, not flatter us. The cynics of Antioch branded the followers of Jesus Christ as "Christians" (Acts 11:26). What began as a term of derision, a slur by the enemies of Jesus Christ, has become our badge of honor!
So, hold your head up, and don't fear the name-callers! The next time that you run across what looks (or smells) like a skunk, four-legged or two-legged, remember this: all of God's creatures have a purpose, and yours may be to show the love of Jesus Christ to those that raise a stink and seem to be the least useful! It really does take God working on us, in us, and through us to love some people; Amen?
Aromatically Yours,
Pastor David Blevins
There he lay, curled up in the middle of Rt.360, the afternoon breeze ruffling his fur. Like the cars behind and ahead of me, I whizzed on by, rolling my windows up a little higher and tighter. Still, I felt a pang of conscience even as my nostrils felt the mind-buzzing twang of odor (Believe me, it was enough to make my teeth sweat!). Perhaps a brief Hamlet-like, skunk eulogy was in order. "Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him well."
After all, skunks aren't such bad animals. They eat mice, rats, and a whole lot of pesky bugs. Also they have, for obvious reasons, virtually no enemies. As for their malodorous musk, they only spray when they are in danger, and they always give a warning by growling and stamping their forefeet. This useful, peaceful, and polite little animal, now was unmourned buzzard-bait.
Why so much sentiment, a couple of months later, for Pepe la Pew?
Well, I have been called a skunk a few times in my life. Sometimes out of camaraderie, ocasionally due to my hygiene (or lack of it!), and sometimes, even, by reason of my theology. You see, if life teaches us anything, it is that there is always someone around ready to call us names!
The thing to remember, then, is that most of the names we will be called, contain a seed of a compliment. We can truly believe these compliments, since the person who gave them meant to insult us, not flatter us. The cynics of Antioch branded the followers of Jesus Christ as "Christians" (Acts 11:26). What began as a term of derision, a slur by the enemies of Jesus Christ, has become our badge of honor!
So, hold your head up, and don't fear the name-callers! The next time that you run across what looks (or smells) like a skunk, four-legged or two-legged, remember this: all of God's creatures have a purpose, and yours may be to show the love of Jesus Christ to those that raise a stink and seem to be the least useful! It really does take God working on us, in us, and through us to love some people; Amen?
Aromatically Yours,
Pastor David Blevins
Monday, July 25, 2011
Mush On!
I added a new hero to my personal "Hall Of Fame" recently! I firmly believe in having heroes and I constantly stay on the lookout for new ones. My latest addition is Iditarod dogsled racer, Ellen Halverson.
On Sunday, March 20th, Ellen finished the Iditarod, the famous dogsled marathon across Alaska which began on Saturday, March 6th. Ellen did not win; that honor went to John Baker who completed the course on March 15th in the new record time of 8 days, 19 hours and 46 minutes. Ellen lost big time; she came in 47th out of 47! For her efforts, Ellen received the Red Lantern award, given to the last one to cross the finish line in each Iditarod race. As a matter of fact, Ellen became the only repeat Red Lantern winner in the history of the Iditarod, previously "winning" the award in 2007 as well.
So what makes Ellen a hero? Finishing, that is what! In addition to the 47 racers, there were also another 15 racers who scratched and never finished the race! For 13 days, 19 hours and 45 minutes through the snow and slicing cold during the 1,000-plus mile race between Anchorage and Nome, with no hope of winning, she gripped the handles of her sled, stared out at her line of dogs, and kept mushing. She brought home the Red Lantern; she finished; she refused to quit! I regard that as hero material!!
Ellen's expolit, in fact reminds me of that wonderful Bible word, "endurance". Now there is a word for you! It literally means "to stay underneath" and is used to describe such things as the adolescent Jesus refusing to leave His Father's business (Luke 2:43) or Timothy and Silas hanging on in Berea when being a Christian became a lethal endeavor (Acts 17:14). Jesus remarked twice that the character quality of endurance, more than eloquent words or mighty works, marked the true believer.
So, here is to all those Christian believers out there who are faithfully running the race! Stay your course! One day you will find laid up for you in eternity the "Red Lantern" award, the crown of glory which our Lord Jesus Christ reserves, not for the fastest; but for the finishers (2 Timothy 4:7,8)!
Mush On!
Pastor David Blevins
On Sunday, March 20th, Ellen finished the Iditarod, the famous dogsled marathon across Alaska which began on Saturday, March 6th. Ellen did not win; that honor went to John Baker who completed the course on March 15th in the new record time of 8 days, 19 hours and 46 minutes. Ellen lost big time; she came in 47th out of 47! For her efforts, Ellen received the Red Lantern award, given to the last one to cross the finish line in each Iditarod race. As a matter of fact, Ellen became the only repeat Red Lantern winner in the history of the Iditarod, previously "winning" the award in 2007 as well.
So what makes Ellen a hero? Finishing, that is what! In addition to the 47 racers, there were also another 15 racers who scratched and never finished the race! For 13 days, 19 hours and 45 minutes through the snow and slicing cold during the 1,000-plus mile race between Anchorage and Nome, with no hope of winning, she gripped the handles of her sled, stared out at her line of dogs, and kept mushing. She brought home the Red Lantern; she finished; she refused to quit! I regard that as hero material!!
Ellen's expolit, in fact reminds me of that wonderful Bible word, "endurance". Now there is a word for you! It literally means "to stay underneath" and is used to describe such things as the adolescent Jesus refusing to leave His Father's business (Luke 2:43) or Timothy and Silas hanging on in Berea when being a Christian became a lethal endeavor (Acts 17:14). Jesus remarked twice that the character quality of endurance, more than eloquent words or mighty works, marked the true believer.
So, here is to all those Christian believers out there who are faithfully running the race! Stay your course! One day you will find laid up for you in eternity the "Red Lantern" award, the crown of glory which our Lord Jesus Christ reserves, not for the fastest; but for the finishers (2 Timothy 4:7,8)!
Mush On!
Pastor David Blevins
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Zip My Lips!
Trenchmouth! No, that is not an insult. It is a disease, first diagnosed during World War I when soldiers in the trenches began developing foul breath, swollen glands, and gums spotted with a grayish-white film. The culprit: germs, normally killed off by the immune system, get the upperhand due to poor diet, stress, heavy smoking, and a person who neglects to brush their teeth after every meal. In short, the symptoms sound like something from a horror movie. Since reading about the disease, I have used Scope liberally after every brushing of my teeth!
Yet, for all of this looming dental disaster, I think that there is a worse form of trenchmouth - the spiritual variety!
James called the tongue "an unruly evil, full of deadly poison" (James 3:8). Solomon described the lips of a negative talker as a "burning fire" (Proverbs 16:27). Such a person's gossip, the wisest man who ever lived warns, is enough to destroy the best friendship (Proverbs 16:27, 28). David, who was never defeated in honest, open combat, learned to fear the cowardice of this secret warfare and cried to God for protection from those who "have sharpened their tongues as a serpent" (Psalm 140:3).
Adding all of this up, I find that it is possible to swear without ever using a four-letter word! Simply begin to spread negative talk, and the grayish-white blisters of Satan cling to your mouth like leprosy. And while the physical trenchmouth is not contagious, the spiritual kind is! Nothing is so easy, or so honoring to Satan, as the spreading of spiritual death through evil talk (Proverbs 18:21)!
Yet there is a cure for spiritual trenchmouth. The key is good oral/spiritual hygiene. When the spiritually evil germs attack as we fight the good fight of faith in the trenches, all we need to do is whip out the dental floss of Psalm 19:14, "Let the words of my mouth...be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD..."; and then we need to ask God to "Set a watch (a guard), O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips" (Psalm 141:3) so that we won't sin with our mouth ( Psalm 17:3)!
"Zip My Lips!"
Pastor David Blevins
Yet, for all of this looming dental disaster, I think that there is a worse form of trenchmouth - the spiritual variety!
James called the tongue "an unruly evil, full of deadly poison" (James 3:8). Solomon described the lips of a negative talker as a "burning fire" (Proverbs 16:27). Such a person's gossip, the wisest man who ever lived warns, is enough to destroy the best friendship (Proverbs 16:27, 28). David, who was never defeated in honest, open combat, learned to fear the cowardice of this secret warfare and cried to God for protection from those who "have sharpened their tongues as a serpent" (Psalm 140:3).
Adding all of this up, I find that it is possible to swear without ever using a four-letter word! Simply begin to spread negative talk, and the grayish-white blisters of Satan cling to your mouth like leprosy. And while the physical trenchmouth is not contagious, the spiritual kind is! Nothing is so easy, or so honoring to Satan, as the spreading of spiritual death through evil talk (Proverbs 18:21)!
Yet there is a cure for spiritual trenchmouth. The key is good oral/spiritual hygiene. When the spiritually evil germs attack as we fight the good fight of faith in the trenches, all we need to do is whip out the dental floss of Psalm 19:14, "Let the words of my mouth...be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD..."; and then we need to ask God to "Set a watch (a guard), O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips" (Psalm 141:3) so that we won't sin with our mouth ( Psalm 17:3)!
"Zip My Lips!"
Pastor David Blevins
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