David C. Hughes, Writer

“For the LORD your God will bless you in all your harvest and in all the work of your hands, and your JOY will be complete." –Deuteronomy 16:15

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Touched by Angels (2013-09-10 Daily)

TOUCHED BY ANGELS

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David C. Hughes 

“Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.”

                                                                                                                                                                                                          –Hebrews 13:2

I often traveled to Buffalo, New York, for my engineering job, and from November through April the work occasionally gave me the opportunity to re-experience one aspect of life growing up in upstate New York: cold weather.  And upstate New York in the winter can deliver some of the coldest and snowiest.

During this week in late February I arrived in Buffalo when the temperatures hovered right around freezing.  In any given year the area gets about 94 inches of snow, and during February the typical monthly total is a bit over 17 inches.  But this year, like last, the snowfall totals had been significantly lower.  So as the Delta MD-88 skimmed over the dairy farms and neatly-packed suburbs on approach to the Buffalo-Niagara International Airport, I noticed the area not blanketed by snow but covered in the flat brownness of a worn-out winter.  Threads of snow huddled in the shadows of the naked woods, and dirty piles of it stood hunched around the perimeters of parking lots, but it appeared no fresh snow had recently fallen—and stayed—in the general area.

That night the thin cloud deck drifted out, unveiling a crisp full moon, and the next morning when I peeked out the hotel window I saw the cars in the parking lot covered in a patina of crystalline frost.  Lucky for me the Avis rental car I drove came equipped with the one piece of standard equipment all cars in upstate New York need: an ice scraper.  Unfortunately, not all rental car companies ensure their customers depart from their terminals with this critical piece of hardware.  After I left the hotel room and started the Ford Fusion, I began to attack the ice on the driver’s side window.  That’s when I noticed the car next to me was running, steam wafting out of the tail pipe, windshield wipers occasionally grinding across the ice-covered windshield.  Then the driver, a young woman, tall and bundled in a long coat, got out of the car and hustled into the hotel.

“Well, that ain’t gonna cut it,” I thought as I worked on skinning my Fusion of its coat of rime.  Obviously the young lady didn’t have a scraper, and I wondered if she’d run back into the hotel to see if she could borrow one.  At that moment I determined I would scrape the windows of not only my car but the car next to me.  Of course I’m not going to pass this up, I thought.  What better opportunity to do a kind deed for someone in need?  So when I finished the Fusion, I started scraping off the windshield of the young woman’s car.  Suddenly the passenger side door opened and another young lady peered over the car roof.  “Thank you,” she beamed.  “Thank you so much!”

“No problem,” I replied, and kept scraping.  The first young woman hustled back down the sidewalk from the hotel entrance, hands in the pockets of her long coat.

“Thank you,” she called as she climbed back into the driver’s seat.

“You’re welcome,” I said.  “I saw your windshield wipers moving and I thought ‘That ain’t gonna cut it.’”  I worked my way around their car from driver’s side windshield, around the back, and finished on the passenger’s side windshield.  The passenger wound her window down as I finished up to thank me again.  “Are you going to the airport, or going to work?” I asked.

“We’re going to take the bar exam,” the woman replied.

“Awesome!” I said as I finished.  “God bless.  You’re both going to do well!”  After thanking me again, I climbed back into my car with a smile on my face, a light in my heart, and joy in my spirit.  That felt good!  And as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to work, I actually got choked up with joy: a kind deed, even something as simple as scraping ice off someone’s car windows, had made my day.  Literally.  I thought of the verse in the Bible where it says to be kind to strangers because, who knows, you may actually be serving angels (Hebrews 13:2).  To me those two ladies were angels in the fact that they provided me an opportunity to serve, even in a seemingly insignificant way.

The rest of the day I was charged up—I worked with confidence and assertiveness, and with a clarity and alertness that lasted the whole shift.  Man, I thought, if doing a simple kind deed does this, I need to keep my eyes open for every opportunity I can find!  What a disproportionately huge reward for such a simple act.

When have you passed up the opportunity to show hospitality to a stranger?  That disheveled guy standing on the street corner holding a sign that says “Will work for food”?  That toothless woman who barrels up to you as you leave a restaurant, looking for money because she’s “stranded” and needs bus fare to get home?  Calling 9-1-1 when someone flies off the road behind you on a dark, rainy morning and the headlights disappear through the guardrail and into the darkness?  Those two elderly ladies pulled over on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere?  What have you done in these kinds of situations?  Have you ignored them?  Or have you responded?  Have you passed up angels, or have you served your neighbor in seemingly insignificant ways?

 

“On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. ‘Teacher,’ he asked, ‘what must I do to inherit eternal life?’ ‘What is written in the Law?’ [Jesus] replied. ‘How do you read it?’  [The expert] answered, ‘”Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind”; and, “Love your neighbor as yourself.”‘  ‘You have answered correctly,’ Jesus replied. ‘Do this and you will live.’”

–Luke 10:25-28

 

When God was laying down the Law through Moses to the entire assembly of Israel, he commanded them “Love your neighbor as yourself” (Leviticus 19:18).  When Jesus was tested by the law expert He turned the question back onto the questioner by asking him how he read the law; his reply was correct.  “Do this and you will live,” Jesus said.  Your heart will be glad.  Your face will be radiant.  You’ll walk in God’s light, God’s energy, God’s communion.  You’ll walk in joy.  Try it and see if it’s not true.

In John 13:33-34, Jesus gave the disciples a new command: “Love one another.  As I have loved you, so you must love one another.  By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”  A new command?  By His death Jesus brought the Law to fulfillment, but loving one another transcends the Law as Jesus transcends death.  Jesus’ command—this new command—placed the Father’s command to love our neighbor as ourselves in the context of Jesus’ ministry among us: we love one another because He first loved us (1 John 4:19).  This is truly the second greatest command, and one that is timeless.  If you ever wonder what the meaning of life is, re-read Luke 10:25-28.  Love God, love your neighbor.  Pretty simple, eh?  Now go touch some angels, and God in turn will touch you in more ways than you can imagine.

Copyright ©2013 David C. Hughes

Kids Say the Darndest Things (Thanks Mr. Linkletter!) (2013-08-30 Daily)

KIDS SAY THE DARNDEST THINGS (THANKS MR. LINKLETTER!)

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David C. Hughes

Art Linkletter, prolific author and motivational speaker, was best known for the segments on his early television show “House Party” where he asked kids questions and got back candid and sometimes hilarious responses.  Mary and I have discovered since Hannah’s birth five years ago that we live “House Party” every day; how can you not when you have a kid?!

The girl makes us laugh, from her constant silliness (mostly eruptions of random noises, whistles, and eardrum-busting squeals while imitating various animals, especially squirrels) to her rabid independence when dressing herself (in leopard-print tights, polka-dot sweater-shirts, and neon-glowing socks) to her spontaneous creativity with construction paper, Scotch tape, scissors, and imagination.  But what continuously amazes us is her capacity to sling hysterical one-liners that can sometimes outdo the best stand-up comedian.  If a sense of humor is a sign of intelligence, Hannah’s IQ must be 200.

One evening recently, I sat at the kitchen bar while Mary finished prepping sides for dinner.  The grill was heating up outside, and I was waiting for Mary to indicate the salad and potatoes were to a point where I could throw the steaks on.  Suddenly a knock came from the foyer and Hannah came running into the living room, announcing someone was at the door.  By now Mary and I have gotten pretty proficient at identifying fake knocks from real ones (especially because fake knocks don’t sound at all like the doorbell ringing, but the dogs haven’t figured that out yet), so Mary hollered “I’m not opening the door for anyone, except the Christ.”  Hannah ran back into the foyer, turned around and ran back, announcing with a big smile “Yep, it’s Jesus, all right!”  If Mary had had water in her mouth it would have spewed all over the mashed potatoes.

Not long ago Mary drove her sister Laura, brother-in-law Scott, and Hannah into Fort Worth to do some shopping in preparation for Laura’s 50th birthday party.  While in the Texas Christian University area, they decided to stop in to grab a bite of lunch at Fuzzy’s Tacos on Berry Street.  After lunch, Mary pulled the Traverse onto Berry with the intention of doing a U-turn at the next intersection, but after turning and moving all the way over to the left-hand turn lane, she realized she couldn’t make a U-turn at that junction.  She voiced her opinion of the situation loud enough for Hannah to hear, and Hannah quickly defused the situation: “Mama,” she said, “I’ll keep an eye out for cops while you do a U-turn.”  Hannah was four at the time.

Earlier this year, while I was attending the Gateway Men’s Summit at Gateway Church in Southlake, Texas, I received an urgent text message from my wife: “Hellllpppp!” it said.  “Disaster on the farm!  Please call.”  At dinner I finally had a chance to call back, and learned from my very distraught wife that our border collie, Dot, had somehow nudged her way into the chicken yard and herded all three of our chickens to heaven.  A few days after the burial, without thinking, I asked Hannah “What sound does a chicken make.”  “Bock,” she replied.  “I’m dead.”

As I’ve said before, and I’ll say it again: kids are like cats—they have one foot on earth and another in heaven (but with cats, the other two feet are in hell).  I’m convinced Hannah feels the pulse of heaven continuously, and she lives, moves, and has her being in a joyfulness that definitely defies circumstances (like her sometimes grumpy daddy and her sometimes impatient mommy).  When it comes to joy, Hannah is the teacher and we world-weary adults are the students—to watch her play house with her stuffed animals, to participate in an entire gymnastics competition outlined in chalk on the back porch, to try to outdo each other with made-up stories and impromptu silly songs while in the car, to watch her entertain herself for hours with nothing but 300 pounds of sand, a handful of old seashells, and a faded plastic shovel—THAT is a continual lesson on what it means to live out God’s Kingdom here on earth.  If only we beat-down adults could take it to heart and live the same way, wouldn’t life be so much more fun?  So filled with joy?  So much less serious and more heaven-like?

Jesus himself instructed, in no uncertain terms, that God’s Kingdom is best demonstrated by children:

“At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, ‘Who, then, is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?’ He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: ‘Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.’”

                                                                                                                                –Matthew 18:1-5 (NIV)

Trust, playfulness, imagination, creativity, enjoying each other, not taking ourselves so damned seriously.  Those are the keys to heaven, both here on earth and in our legacy beyond.  Art Linkletter died in 2010 at age 97.  He made a career out of imagination and with interacting with children.  I’m convinced he knew the secret to joy.  “I’ve been around long enough to develop some insights,” he told the Orlando Sentinel in 2007, “Don’t retire, become a ‘seniorpreneur,’ keep a positive outlook, and maintain your sense of humor.”  Amen, brother Art.  Amen!

Copyright © 2013 David C. Hughes

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