Can I tell you ladies and gentlemen something? Now remember, what’s said in group, STAYS IN GROUP! Okay, here we go….I hate journaling. Please don’t tell Pastor Stephens or Pastor Mark Collins. I hate it. It is so dumb. You can wrap it up in pretty paper and tie a bow on it all you want. But in the end, it’s what it is…a diary. Girls keep diaries of how their day went; or about the boy who gave them a flower; or the boy who dumped them. Men don’t keep diaries. I don’t care what you say. I have been trying for about 2 weeks now to do it. I hate it. But, oddly enough, I keep trying. I guess I want to be able to say, "Yes sir, I sure am journaling!"
Whew. I am so glad I got that off my chest. I just wanted to let everyone know that before I launched off into the memory verse for this week. Hey, I know it's random, sorry. Anyway.....
I have this friend who was just recently diagnosed with prostate cancer. He took it pretty hard at first; and his wife was a little distraught. He has been undergoing treatments at a center in Dallas, TX. He is doing well, but the chemotherapy is taking its toll. I am trying to be a good friend for him as best as I can.
He has people from his church bringing the family meals and stuff, so you guys don’t have to worry; I’m not asking you to do that with me. He calls me with his spiritual stuff; we’re kind of developing into accountability partners. But what we both really have in common is PENS! We both LOVE different types of pens. We are talking nice pens: Sheaffer, retro 1951, Monte Blanc, that kind of stuff. I have catalogs and catalogs of pens. I have 20 or more websites saved that just sell pens and pen accessories.
My friend has a lawyer that he goes to church with that also likes pens. But he likes REALLY nice pens. We are talking about pens upward of $300-400 per pen. Some of his pens cost $1000 or more. So we are talking last Friday afternoon (2-17-06), because he has come into work for a bit, so he doesn’t just sit around the house, soaking up chemo drugs. I haven’t talked to him since he left to begin chemo, so I am catching up with him; being an encouragement.
He tells me that the lawyer friend has GIVEN him a new pen. It’s called a Sheaffer balance, and it is NICE. It had never been used, and was still in the case. It is about a $300 pen. And this lawyer just gave it to him. He told my buddy to take that pen, and then get himself a blank book and keep a diary of what he is going through so he can keep track and maybe use it as part of his testimony one day. He is kind of reticent to do this, because as most of you know, guys don’t keep diaries.
Uh oh. My forehead is beading up with sweat.....That's not AT ALL playing fair, God.
“Hey Bill,” I said. “Our church really believes in that. And I have been keeping one myself and I just started.” I tell him all about the past 2-3 weeks when I have been keeping one. And I tell him not to call it a diary, because that’s girlie. Call it a journal. That's MUCH more manly. Use it to keep track of what God has done for you. Use it as a testimony for your kids.
He feels better now, because someone he considers a friend and a spiritual advisor keeps a journal. It’s neat how I can encourage him, because God brought me to a church and to a place where I was taught about it. He knows that he won’t be alone, and I’ll be encouraging him in his daily journaling. Because it is such a good thing……
Oops. Can we start this all over again?
1 John 5:13- “These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life, and that you may continue to believe in the name of the Son of God.”
God is like that, isn’t He? He takes something we consider dumb, and uses it to encourage someone else. We have a responsibility to encourage and disciple other believers. The epistles of Paul in the Bible were journals he wrote to fellow believers all over the known world. He exhorted them and encouraged them and corrected them with his writings.
Great, just great. Well guys (and ladies), get out your pens. And start journaling. You never know where it may take you.