It’s a big one. Feel up to it? As metaphors go, this one is as mighty as the Lord Jesus Christ himself, and about as stretched as Stretch Armstrong. Let’s do it…
What is “God’s GPS†all about? Today, sophisticated golf courses provide golfers with GPS systems on their golf carts to allow each golfer to know where they are on the course, in relationship to the pin. This of course allows them to choose the proper club, because the GPS system gives them the exact distance to the cup.
Colossians 4:5 instructs us to be wise in the way we act toward outsiders, so that we can make the most of our opportunities, to advance God’s Kingdom. Much like the game of golf, effective evangelism starts where people are in relationship to God not where we would like for them to be. Different folks, need different strokes! In the game of golf, club selection is everything! If you are looking for a spiritual GPS system to help you engage the different kinds of folks you meet on your day to day “golf course†check out GodsGPS by clicking on the link below.
Here’s that link, just in case you’re a 9 iron short of the “green”. Watch that “bunker”!
Just how queasy do you currently feel? Not queasy enough, I fear. If you really want to feel the bile rise, click here to watch a properly sick video. (You might need to repeat it a couple of times before vomiting).
It’s the heavy breathing in the background that really gets to me.
And afterwards, of course. And about halfway through would be appropriate too.
We’re all doing our bit for Madeleine. My friend, the cow-lady, is keeping her eyes peeled.
This ‘no stone unturned’ business. Leave no recently dug ground unprodded. Is it just me, or has the whole Madeleine thing eerily become like a giant game of Masquerade – the hunted for the buried golden hare…
Whoa – hang on – is that Madeleine? No. I’ve checked the eyes. Similar, I’ll grant you, but that child in the spangled trousers is a bit too – what’s the word? – above ground.
From WrestleWhine. It’s so raw, you feel like you can smell the sweat in the air:
4 weeks, tending frogs and pumpkins. We hope.
Looks like Baxter is in some serious trouble. I hope he’s ok. Ditto the fish.
Yesterday, in the afternoon,
I rested my eyes, and saw
A man with hair inside my room,
He said the number “4″
And pointed at me, in my room,
And said again the number “4″.
And touched his hair, and left my room.
And that is all I saw.
That’s the statement I gave to the police. I sat for a while with the police sketch artist, and we came up with a reasonable likeness:
I remain on the look-out.
We find Baxter facing perhaps the sternest test of his life to date. Fortunately for Baxter, he is not facing this crisis alone…
