Sunday, December 29, 2013

Growing Older

Spending time with family this season, I've noticed how we've all aged another year.  Grandparents are moving slower with more assistance required. Parents are greyer.  Children are starting their own families. I feel the effects of arthritis, and now have diminished hearing and cataracts. 

Yet, I see the mercies of the God we serve and love as a family. I see the legacy of faith being passed on to the next generations. And I have hope and know more fully the truth of of Jehovah's promise: 

"I will be the same until your old age, and I will bear you up when you turn gray. I have made you, and I will carry you; I will bear and save you" (Isa.46.4). 

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

David's Babies: 50 Years Later

. I was only 20 months old when Terri and Sherri were born--the first twins in the county in decades. Knowing there would be many visitors, friends and family to see them, my folks took remarkably insightful action.  
They gave them to me.

They were a gift and referred to as David's babies. When visitors came to see these beautiful blonde, blue eyed identical twins and asked to hold them or to take pictures, my folks would inform them that they would have to ask me. "Ask David. They're his babies." So, all the attention directed toward them was diverted to and through me. My folks were brilliant.

For most of my life I have been known as the twins' brother. The twins were more talented, gifted, attractive and popular than I ever was.  At home though, my parents' gift to me became a great source of good-natured fun.  When they appealed to dad for permission to go somewhere or do something, they were often referred to me for a final decision.  "Ask your brother.  You belong to him," was a statement that would often exasperate the twins and caused me no end of delight.  And can you imagine the frustration they experienced when they had to ask me permission to date?

I should note that when their respective beaus proposed to them, both twins made them ask both my dad and their big brother for permission. 
Fifty years later, I'm still the twins' brother and they're still David's babies. Happy birthday Terri Whitlock Willms and Sherri Whitlock Chronister.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013


OBU Convocation Address 2013

In the 1920 and 30s, International Business Machines—IBM—began using a one-word slogan developed by founder Thomas Watson, Sr.  They printed it on signs and handouts, on their magazines, calendars and medallions. My dad had a friend with IBM who gave him a small leather portfolio that my dad then gave to me.  It was embossed with just that one-word slogan and my dad pointed to it and told me to put it into practice.  I’ve long since lost that portfolio, but I’ve never forgotten the word and its imperative. Think.

Thinking is one of the great privileges of being human.  To consider the great questions of life is uniquely granted to the part of creation made in the image of the Creator. And one of the highest privileges in life is to be a part of a community such as OBU where we devote a significant amount of time and effort in preparation for life to the joy and demands of thinking.
Proverbs 25:2 reminds us, “It is the glory of God to conceal a matter; to search out a matter is the glory of kings.”

Of all the glories afforded royalty, the greatest is the privilege of study and inquiry, of testing, measuring and meditating. Kings and queens have as a royal privilege the luxury of searching out a matter—they get to think. And that same privilege, that same glory is ours as faculty.  Students, you are afforded the opportunity to devote a significant part of the most formative years of your life to the luxury of inquiry and learning.  For the next four years you get to commit yourselves almost wholly to the luxury of kings and queens.  You get to think.

Now, that is not to say that once you have completed your studies at OBU, your days of thinking are over. Instead, the habit of thinking and the glory of searching out a matter ought to be so ingrained that you are forever devoted to a life of learning. May you never be satisfied with shoddy argument and rhetoric. May you never be content to settle for shallow reasoning.

So we gather today to commence a new academic year at OBU.  As a community we gather to celebrate this awesome duty and privilege we are afforded.  We gather for a season in life to ponder and imagine, to question and investigate.  We join with each other for a season in life to think.

During this season together, here are three areas I challenge you to think about. Let me begin first with a grand scale and then move to a more personal challenge.

First:  Origin, purpose, destiny.  Think on the grand questions.  Consider the cosmos and its existence.  Consider the implausibility of life itself.  Think about the great questions of life.  From where did we come?  What is the purpose of it all and why do things seem to have gone terribly wrong in our world?  What is next, what lies beyond the grave?  In short, think about origin, purpose, and destiny.

Dear students, you cannot know how privileged you are to study at OBU.  Perhaps it will be at a pivotal moment early in your career or at crisis point in middle age, or even in the autumn of your lives, but you will come to understand at some point the blessing of considering these grand questions of life at a place like OBU.  

Every educational opportunity, every educational institution approaches its task with a presupposition.  Those who claim otherwise are either intentionally deceptive or woefully ignorant and have not mastered the first lesson in thinking 101.  At OBU we are openly Augustinian in our approach.  Credo ut intelligam.  Faith precedes knowledge. We confess and believe and approach our task with a commitment to this reality:  In the beginning, God.  That God is the source of all truth is our starting point.  The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom and is at the root of our approach. As a result, we are unafraid of inquiry, of challenge, of testing, of asking the tough questions, the
grand questions.

Therefore, we can openly look at origins and discuss secularist viewpoints, naturalistic viewpoints, theistic viewpoints.  We do so confident in and convictionally certain that, in the beginning was God, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was in the beginning with God and through Him all things were made, and nothing was made apart from Him—that is apart from Jesus who is the Word.  

We see then behind every law of science, behind the grand movements of the cosmos, behind history as it unfolds, behind all that exists is the mind and person of Jehovah.  We find our origin, our purpose, and our destiny in the discovery of His universe.
And yet, here is a warning.  No matter how much honest inquiry, no matter the degree and depth of your study, do not be surprised that not all of life’s questions can be satisfactorily answered.  Deuteronomy 29:29 reminds us, “The secret things belong to the Lord, but the things revealed belong to us and our children…” Many things are worthy of our thinking and meditation and yet, I am still overwhelmed by concepts I believe to be true but cannot adequately explain: the Trinity, eternity, quantum mechanics, the qualities of carbon in organic chemistry.  

Second:  Think Critically and Christianly.  Become a critical thinker. Thinking critically is in short supply, and if you doubt me, just watch a few hours of political commentary on what passes as television news.  Christian writer and host of the popular program, “Let My People Think,” Ravi Zacharias stated, “I think critical thinking has two components to it.  The main component is when you’re analyzing any propositional statement or system of thought, you are engaged with critical thinking whether you like it or not.  So the only question is, are you doing it well?  Are you doing it in a way that is befitting the subject or are you doing it unjustly?  The second aspect of it is the ethical implications of whatever it is you have processed….Critical thinking is an analytical process of evaluating the truth component of the statement or thought you are processing…If you are looking at a world view, any assertion, or any challenge to your own worldview, you have to evaluate it on the basis of truth, the coherence of what is being claimed, and then the implications of what this means for your personal life.”

Like Francis Schaeffer before him, Zacharias uses critical thinking to show the fallacy and despair of nihilists and atheists.  Becoming a critical thinker is more needed today than at any other time in our history. 

We talk often at OBU about the Great Commandment found in Matthew 22: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.”  John Piper asks in his well-titled book, Think, “What does it mean to love God ‘with all your mind?”  He answers, “We direct our thinking in a certain way; namely our thinking should be wholly engaged to all it can to awaken and express the heartfelt fullness of treasuring God above all things.”
I would add that thinking christianly is to reject relativism.  Many argue that there is no objective, knowable reality outside of ourselves.  Such a worldview rejects truth. And yet, even in their claim that there is no truth, they violate their worldview by suggesting that their statement is true.  Piper notes, “Relativism is not a coherent philosophical system.  It is riddled with contradictions—both logical and experiential.  Sophomores in college know that something is fishy when someone claims the statement to be true that all truths are relative.  They may not be able to name the law of non-contradiction, but they are wired with it, and they can smell it in the wind.  Claiming truth for a statement that nullifies truth is self-contradictory.  If you are not claiming your defense of relativism is true, why do you expect me to listen?”  He further points out, “[E]very businessman knows that philosophical relativists park their relativism at the door when they go into the bank and read the language of the contract they are about to sign.  People don’t embrace relativism because it is philosophically satisfying.  They embrace it because it is physically and emotionally gratifying.  It provides the cover they need at key moments in their lives to do what they want without intrusion from absolutes.”

Francis Schaeffer wrote, “As Christians we are not only to know the right world view…but consciously to act upon that world view, so as to influence society in all its parts and facets across the whole spectrum of life, as much as we can to the extent of our individual and collective ability.” That quite frankly is so counter to our own society, which suggests that Christian thinking may occur; just don’t let it be of any influence.

James Montgomery Boice wrote in Mind Renewal in a Mindless Age, of a meeting of educators at Harvard in 1987.  “President Frank Rhodes of Cornell University suggested in an address on educational reforms that it was time for the universities to pay attention to ‘values’ and the students’ ‘moral well-being.’  At once there were gasps from the audience, and one student jumped to his feet demanding indignantly, ‘Whose values are to be taught? And who is to teach us?’ The audience applauded loudly, which meant that in its judgment the student had rendered the president’s suggestion foolish by those seemingly unanswerable questions…A generation or so ago,” Boice wrote, “ it would have been natural for a n educator to at least point to the accumulated wisdom of more than two millennia of western history—to writings of philosophers like Plato, Socrates, and Aristotle, to historians and modern thinkers, even if not to the Bible, though many would have included it as well.  It is for a return to precisely this type of education that Allan Bloom called so eloquently in his book, The Closing of the American Mind.  But all this has been forfeited today…And it is not just that ‘times have changed’ or that people today are skeptical about ever finding answers to certain questions.  The problem is that without the absolutes provided by God’s revelation of himself and his ways, all values are relative.  With a godless world view, there is no real reason for doing one than rather than another—except for selfish, personal reasons, an attitude that obviously destroys morality rather than establishes it.  In other words, our days have become like the times of the Jewish judges when there was no king, the law was forgotten, and as a result, ‘everyone did as he or she saw fit (Judges 21:25).”

Romans 12:2 urges us to think, and to think christianly: “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.  Harry Blamires has argued, “There is nothing in our experience, however trivial, worldly, or even evil, which cannot be thought about christianly. There is likewise nothing in our experience, however sacred, which cannot be thought about secularly…”

Boice elaborates, “The one thing this mind renewal does not mean is what most people probably assume it does mean, and that is to start thinking mainly about Christian subjects.  We do need to think about Christian subjects, of course.  In fact, it is from that base of revealed doctrine and it’s applications to life that we can begin to ‘think Christianly’ about other matters…However thinking Christianly is not a matter of thinking about Christian subjects as opposed to thinking about secular subjects, as many people suppose, but rather thinking in a Christian way about everything—having a Christian mind.”  Paul, writing to the church at Corinth, put it this way, “[W]e take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.”  

Everyone has a world view.  Everyone has presuppositions.  Everyone sees the world through a lens. A distinctively Christian education sees and approaches the world through the lens of faith.  And so to think christianly is to see nursing, commerce, the arts, the sciences, music, law, politics, psychology and sociology, education and indeed all of our subjects of inquiry and study through the eyes of faith.  

But, a couple of warnings.  First, thinking critically is often confused with the notion of being merely critical.  Critics love to claim they are critical thinkers but beware of those who make much ado of their own skills and their own superiority complexes and claims of being a critical thinker.  I have found that critical thinkers do not often need to lay claim to the title any more than a humble person needs make claim to humility.  Loudly labeling oneself as a critical thinker more often than not exposes the opposite just as one who boasts of her humility demonstrates anything but.

I had a wonderful friend about 50 years old named Mike that I co- pastored in Missouri.  He had the mind of a 10 year old and was very loving and outgoing.  My co-pastor and I preached every other week and during one sermon series my colleague was sharing, he spoke on the danger of pride and the blessing of humility.  He worked up to a crescendo and stated, “You want to know the definition of humility?  Just look at Mike!”  And at that very moment Mike shouted from the sanctuary, “That’s right!”  Now Mike didn't realize what he had said nor appreciate the irony and as innocent as his statement was, it does illustrate a truth about humility. If you claim to be humble, you ain't. 

Likewise the eccentric person needs make no claim as an eccentric. An eccentric is not someone who claims to be eccentric.  And when one claims the title of eccentric, they demonstrate only that they desire to be seen that way, or they desire to be allowed certain dispensations in their lack of tact.

Beware the one who labels himself as humble.  Beware the one who label himself the eccentric.  And beware the one who claims they are neutral in their presentation of ideas, theories, claims and facts under the mantra of critical thinking.  For everyone is as an advocate of something.  Everyone operates from a worldview.  Everyone has presuppositions.  Everyone has an agenda, admitted or not.  
Often one hears the most dogmatic individuals loudly proclaim their commitment to critical thinking and neutrality.  But be careful with those individuals, as they often prove to be sophists who may be skilled at rhetoric but who manipulate and indoctrinate in the name of critical thinking.  More often than not, such individuals are the poorest of thinkers and scholars. So be aware and apply your own critical thinking to those who seem more interested in criticizing for the sake of being critical rather than genuinely seeking truth and understanding.

Additionally, be aware that thinking christianly is not the road to popularity.  This is not the road to being celebrated by the world.  And this brings me to my third and final challenge for thinking and it is more personal in nature.  

Third: Be countercultural and a genuine radical in a crumbling culture.  As you study and prepare during your time on Bison Hill, I challenge you as a Christian thinker, as a critical thinker, to consider living life as a countercultural and genuine radical.  That language makes some uncomfortable, especially for those of us in the post-fifty age category.  

But we live in a crumbling culture and as Boice has written about in his excellent work, Foundations of God’s City: Christians in a Crumbling Culture, we live in a time—particularly in America—of the cult of self and unbridled individualism, of humanism and secularism.  

Boice exposits Augustine’s The City of God, written in AD 413 and warns of the barbarians.  Boice quotes Chuck Colson who wrote, “Today in the West and particularly in America, the new barbarians are all around us.  They are not hairy Goths and Vandals, swilling fermented brew and ravishing maidens; they are not Huns and Visigoths storming our borders or scaling our city walls.  No, this time the invaders have come from within.  We have bred them in our families and trained them in our classrooms.  They inhabit our legislatures, our courts, our film studios, and our churches.  Most of them are attractive and pleasant; their ideas are persuasive and subtle.  Yet these men and women threaten our most cherished institutions and our very character as a people.”
Boice describes the barbarian as, “a person who lives by power and for pleasure rather than by and for principle.” And he argues, “What is needed is a generation of Christians who know the Bible well enough and obey it radically enough to be a new people or a new society to stand over against the world and its system.”  

I argue that what is needed are genuine radicals, not would-be pretenders who settle for appearance.  In fact, most of those who claim to be radical and countercultural spend a majority of their time and effort trying to imitate and dress and act like what the world sees as cutting edge; they settle for outward symbolism of what the world celebrates and as a result, all they succeed in being is an exaggerated picture of the world and culture around them.  In reality, there is nothing radical, countercultural, or revolutionary about them. They become mere caricatures of the status quo of society.

Look instead at genuine revolutionaries, true countercultural individuals.  Study the lives and writings of Augustine, St. Francis, the great reformer Martin Luther and the Baptist statesman and pastor John Leland who led the effort to establish our own nation’s Bill of Rights. Study the lives and accomplishments of Susan B. Anthony and Harriet Tubman. Read and study the sermons of Martin Luther King, Jr.  These were genuinely transformational radicals in their day and age.  They were Christians who stood for truth, who insisted upon personal responsibility and accountability.  They were religious and political reformers who insisted upon a society that guaranteed basic human rights.  Our freedoms, our civil rights and liberties are due to these Christian revolutionaries.
We are their legacy. For in our society, the most radical person is the believer in Messiah.  In our world today, the most countercultural individuals are followers of Jesus, who dare to be different, who dare to stand against the tide of relativism and cultural decay, who are ready to be identified with Jesus the Christ.  

Let’s be honest, Jesus was countercultural.  Jesus was revolutionary and a genuine radical, challenging the world view of those of his time and transforming the culture that existed prior to Him.  Jesus changed everything! Most important He changed us, transforming us by His death and resurrection.  

Our Charge.  We have a sacred responsibility—a sacred charge to keep.  As a Christ-centered community devoted to lives of learning we take our mission and our core values seriously.  
As a Christian liberal arts university, OBU transforms lives by equipping students to pursue academic excellence, integrate faith with all areas of knowledge, engage a diverse world, and live worthy of the high calling of God in Christ.

We are Christ centered, Excellence driven, Learning focused, Missional purposed, and Community directed.  We have a mission.  We are values-driven.  We have an agenda.

Consistent with our mission and core values, we are gathered to engage in the privilege and high calling of study and learning.  We are tasked with the stewardship of our minds, our intellect.  We are commanded to love the Lord with all our hearts, souls, and minds.  We do so with eagerness and anticipation.  We do so through eyes of faith.  We are ready to tackle the big questions of origin, purpose and destiny.  We are ready to prepare ourselves to think critically and think christianly.  And we are ready to prepare to live as catalysts for transformational change in our world, ready to make a difference. We are ready to prepare ourselves as countercultural leaders who dare to stand alongside the ideals of our Christian brothers and sisters, Augustine, Francis, Luther, Leland, King, Anthony and Tubman.  We are ready to take our stand as followers of Christ.  

Now OBU, carry out your calling. Achieve your mission. Enjoy the royal privilege of study and searching out a matter.

In short, think.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

On our Knees

On May 3, 1999 I was serving as Chaplain for the Oklahoma House of Representatives. On May 4, I led a special prayer service with our Legislators in the Capitol beginning with these words:  

The devastating tornadoes have brought us to our knees. But on our knees is where we should be in times of tragedy...

Again today, we begin our day on our knees praying for those who are hurting and asking God to strengthen us in our recovery efforts. 

And then we rise and get to work. 

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Gladys Colclasure Memorial Service: Sincere Faith

Today, I preached the funeral of one of my favorite relatives, Aunt Gladys.  She was fun and funny and leaves a rich legacy of laughter for her family.  But more than that she was a woman of sincere faith:

Thank you Max and Debbie, Ross, Damon and Carolina, Kim and Chris, Jeff and Michelle, Drake, Ross, Callan and Quade, for the privilege of speaking today in honor of your Mom, Mother-in-Law and Grandma. And to the brothers and sister of Gladys—my own Grandpa, Harold, Uncle Bob and Aunt Mary—I am appreciative of the opportunity to celebrate with you this morning, a life well lived.

Death is the great enemy and it is understandable that we all experience a sense of loss with the passing of someone we love so much.  Mourning is appropriate, but when a follower of Jesus passes, our grief is tempered by our greater hope and assurance of eternity and a place of celebration. So in the midst of our sorrow, we nonetheless remember today a woman whose life is worthy of celebrating.  As much as anyone, Gladys would want us to dry it up, enjoy each other’s company, share some fun memories, and hopefully eat some candy in her honor.

As I was reminiscing with family about Gladys and remembering how fun it was to be around her and Uncle George, and as I considered the legacy of her life, I naturally thought about her sense of adventure, her sense of humor and her love of family.  All of these are marvelous but the real legacy she leaves to and through her children and grandchildren is her sincere faith in Jesus.

Sincere faith.  In many ways she and your family remind me of two women, a mother and a grandmother, that the apostle Paul wrote about in a letter. These women were the mother and grandmother of the young minister Timothy. Their names were Lois and Eunice, and are mentioned by Paul in 2 Timothy 1:3-12:

I thank God, whom I serve with a clear conscience as my ancestors did, when I constantly remember you in my prayers night and day.  Remembering your tears, I long to see you so that I may be filled with joy, clearly recalling your sincere faith that first lived in your grandmother Lois, then in your mother Eunice, and that I am convinced is in you also. Therefore, I remind you to keep ablaze the gift of God that is in you through the laying on of my hands.  For God has not given us a spirit of fearfulness, but one of power, love, and sound judgment. So don’t be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord, or of me His prisoner. Instead, share in suffering for the gospel, relying on the power of God.  He has saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace, which was given to us in Christ Jesus before time began.  This has now been made evident through the appearing of our Savior Christ Jesus, who has abolished death and has brought life and immortality to light through the gospel.  For this gospel I was appointed a herald, apostle, and teacher, and that is why I suffer these things. But I am not ashamed, because I know the One I have believed in and am persuaded that He is able to guard what has been entrusted to me until that day.

Paul recalled the sincere faith of Louis and Eunice. He reminded Timothy to keep ablaze a spirit of fearlessness, to embrace and believe the gospel of Jesus and therefore be certain that Christ will indeed be with you always even unto the day we are united with Him and our loved ones face to face in glory.

If I could characterize Aunt Gladys, your mom and grandma, I would indeed choose words like sincere faith, a fearless spirit, and a woman not ashamed of the gospel.  Ask Max or her grandkids or any one of us who loved her.

She was gentle, sweet, and fun loving, with a strong adventurous spirit that showed through her blue eyes.  That she was a woman of great character and strength is evident in how she handled joys, hardships and health issues she and George faced.  Like Paul, Gladys was not unaccustomed to suffering. 

George’s stroke and the loss of Mary Belle were her greatest challenges. As Max has said, “She took care of dad when she really should have been taking care of herself.”  Max described his mom during this period with the words, “She was amazing.”

In fact, even as a child she suffered.  When she was a little girl, she had rheumatism and had to be pulled around by in a wagon by Harold and her siblings as she was too weak and sick to walk.  At the time one of the greatest fears were “mad dogs,” as there was not yet a cure known for rabies.  During one outing as they pulled her in the wagon, someone yelled, “Mad dog!”  My grandpa said that Gladys beat them all to the house!

In asking Max to share some of the family’s favorite memories of Gladys, it’s not surprising that holidays were recalled. Celebrating most holidays at Mary Belle’s and Ross’s, she relished spending time with the whole crew of kids and grandkids and eventually great grandkids running. She so loved her grandkids Jeff, Kim and Damon and her four great grandsons.

Gladys adored her children, Mary Belle and Max, her son-in-law Ross and her daughter-in-law Debbie.  She knew that Debbie was the best thing that happened to Max. She treasured her friendship with Debbie’s mother, Paris, and her caregivers, Teresa, Gwytha, and Shelly.   She especially cherished her grandchildren. They were one of her greatest pleasures right up to her last days. She genuinely loved Christmas when they all wore matching PJs.

Why not? It probably reminded her of being one of the eleven Whitlock kids of the local preacher.  For her family was friends and fun.  In fact, the more you hear about the original eleven kids, the more you understand how much they loved to play games, play jokes on each other, and just have fun with each other. 

Whether it was camping, the famous tacky parties that all those Whitlocks dressed up for, or their famous game of blind man’s bluff they played with each other even after they were all grandparents themselves, you get the picture of Gladys and her siblings and their love for fun and family.

I’ve heard stories of Great Grandaddy and Great Grandma telling the eleven as they grew up that they better behave or some old mean witchy woman who lived over on the next hill would come and get them.  One time the younger crew was acting up and Great Grandaddy snuck around and took a dress off the clothes line, put it over his clothes, grabbed an axe and came around the corner as that crazy old woman come to get them.  I guess that Gladys and the rest of the eleven all came by it honestly.  Must be genetic. 

There was the time when before church services Gladys and some of the others decided to hound Harold who they thought had gone in the outhouse before the church service started.  They began throwing rocks at the outhouse and yelling various things for a while then hid out to watch Harold come out.  Only to their great embarrassment, instead of Harold it was the guest preacher who was visiting their church that day who emerged.

Gladys was one of the daughters of the preacher at First Baptist, Hinton, when she first met George.  She had gone to the grocery store invite him to church since he was new in town.  I’m not sure whether this is a greater example of her dedication to sharing the gospel or of her fearlessness in approaching the handsome new boy in town, but knowing Gladys it was an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

She first went out with George after she had gone skating with another George who she classified as “just a friend.”  But she said, “George Colclasure could really skate swell,” so they skated together as much as they could and she let him drive her home, “in his nice car.”

And apparently, a nice car was a requisite for Gladys.  She never talked about any guy she ever dated without first mentioning that he “drove a nice car.”  I’ve been told that this was not only important to her but to Mary, and Mabel as well.  In fact Gladys, when remembering Mary going out for hot chocolate with Ted, described the story as Ted taking her out in his “nice car.”   Apparently though George and Gladys spent a lot of time driving out on country roads because legend has it that he kept a shovel in his trunk in case they got stuck

Gladys was obviously fearless in her youth as evidenced by boldly going to town to invite the new boy, George Colclasure to church.  It’s also evident in the times when she and Harold used to sneak out and walk to a place where they could dance.  Now that was fearless for a couple of the Baptist preacher’s kids to do in that day. The problem was their dog would follow them there and Harold would have to throw rocks at his own dog to make him go back home. One time the dog followed them right into the dance and caused them to have to run it out.  I guess it may have been easier to identify the preacher’s dog than it was his kids.

Gladys loved adventures and one of the blessings she enjoyed was traveling with her family.  The first time she went to Hawaii it was her first airplane ride and as she and the family walked into the incredible lobby of the Hyatt hotel there, she looked around and began to exclaim, “Rich riccch rich, rich rich! Honey we must all be rich rich rich to be staying here!” 

When she was in her late 70s and 80s and they would take family trips, they would load up and head out in a large SUV or their motor home.  All the kids and grandkids would be exhausted and trying to sleep but Gladys would be wide awake and ask, “Are you kids asleep back there? I hope not because I’m wide awake as a hoot owl. Let’s visit!” 

Another time it was so quiet and everyone was dozing off when Gladys suddenly said, “Damon honey, whatever possessed you to make such good grades?” Everyone just broke out laughing.  If she was with family she wanted to visit.

My dad told me the story of her pet parakeet Happy.  Gladys trained it to recognize its name and when she clapped Happy would fly over to her.  One day, Happy was sitting on the shoulder of one her brothers who were visiting and they absentmindedly walked outside with the bird and it flew off.  When Gladys realized it she ran out to the yard and began looking up to the sky, clapping furiously and shouting out, “Happy, Happy, Happy!”  I just wonder what the neighbors thought. 

Her love of fun and family and laughter are all part of her legacy that she leaves her family.  But the greatest legacy she leaves is her sincere faith.  Her strong faith in God through Jesus should inspire each of us to embrace the abundant life Christ intends for us now and in eternity.  She believed in Jesus that He died on the cross for her sins, that He rose from the grave and conquered death, and that He prepared a place for her—a real physical place of eternity and fun and family.

Jesus, explaining His own impending departure and separation from his disciples, told his them in John 14:1-3:
“Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.  And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.  And where I go you know, and the way you know.”
I urge you to be encouraged because Gladys knew the truth of Christ’s promise in verse 6:  Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.
So to Max and your family and to Mary Belle’s family, to all of the grandkids and great grandkids, to her family and friends, I urge you to embrace life like she did.  And most important, embrace the same sincere faith in Jesus that she did.  Permit me to paraphrase 2 Timothy 3:1-12 and read it to you, the children, grandchildren, and family of Gladys: 

I thank God when I remember you in my prayers. Remembering your tears, I long to see you so that I may be filled with joy, clearly recalling your sincere faith that first lived in your grandmother and your mother Gladys, and that I am convinced is in you also.

I remind you to keep ablaze the gift of God that is in you.   For God has not given us a spirit of fearfulness, but one of power, love, and sound judgment.  Don’t be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord. Instead, share in suffering for the gospel, relying on the power of God. He has saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace, given to us in Christ Jesus before time began, now made evident through the appearing of our Savior Christ Jesus, who has abolished death and has brought life and immortality to light through the gospel.  For this gospel we are appointed and that is why we suffer. But I am not ashamed, because I know the One I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to guard what has been entrusted to me until that day. 

We are a people not without hope.  We have confidence in the future and life beyond death.  And for a woman of sincere faith, for a woman who loved fun and family and celebrating, it seems so fitting that she had her Homegoing on her 98th Birthday. 

As she celebrated 98 years here, she closed her eyes only to open them a split second later to have the greatest birthday party ever!  What a wonderful birthday party it was as Jesus ushered her into heaven where she could SEE and HEAR and Walk again, and maybe even dance.  What a birthday party that must have been as she was reunited with George, Mary Belle, and her brothers and sisters and her Mamma and Papa.

Max stated, “We can only imagine how the sight of heaven and the beautiful music of all the angels singing would have looked, sounded and felt to mom as she arrived last Tuesday night on her birthday.  Happy Birthday Mom.  We were so blessed to have you.”

For just a brief moment I imagined her running around heaven clapping and shouting, “Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy!” 

But I really do suspect that as she arrived in glory and beheld the absolute splendor and awe and majesty that surrounded her in the lobby of Heaven, she must have stepped back and said something like, “Rich riccch rich, rich rich.  Honey we must all be rich rich rich!”   

And indeed she is.