People rarely partner stubbed toes and skinned knees with moments of pleasure . . . unless you’ve been a spunky kid who chased the sentinels of light through the darkness of July nights. Even though those carefree days of bare feet and childhood innocence are long gone, I still enjoy the nocturnal dance of fireflies as they flutter across the night sky.
The waltz of the firefly reminds me of an old quote by Beecher:
If I were made a firefly, it would not become me to say: “If God had only made me a star to shine always, then I would shine.” It is my duty, if I am a firefly, to fly and sparkle, and fly and sparkle; not to shut my wings down over my phosphorescent self because God did not make me a sun or a star.
Regardless of person’s station in life, there seems to be a pervasive sense of dissatisfaction. Solomon commented on this in Proverbs 27:19-20: Just as water reflects a person’s true face, so the human heart reflects a person’s true character. As Death and Destruction are never satisfied, so the eyes of a person are never satisfied.
From their teenage years forward, people engage in an unending search for that elusive person, place, or thing that will satisfy the desires of their heart. The trivial pursuits of this world’s pleasures will never provide lasting satisfaction; you simply cannot find fulfillment in empty promises
Lasting peace and satisfaction is not found in the creation, but in the Creator:
- Jesus said: “I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in me shall never thirst.” (John 6:35)
- God satisfies the longing soul, and the hungry soul is filled with good things. (Psalm 107:9)
- Notice the promise of Psalm 16:11: God You reveal the path of life to me; in Your presence is abundant joy; in Your right hand are eternal pleasures.
The next time you see a firefly at night, pause and think about what it means to be content in and satisfied through Jesus. When you do this, it might help to reflect on these words of Paul:
I’m glad in God, far happier than you would ever guess—happy that you’re again showing such strong concern for me. Not that you ever quit praying and thinking about me. You just had no chance to show it. Actually, I don’t have a sense of needing anything personally. I’ve learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I’m just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am. I don’t mean that your help didn’t mean a lot to me—it did. It was a beautiful thing that you came alongside me in my troubles. ~Philippians 4 (The Message)
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I was just a dumb kid from Kansas when I enlisted in the Air Force in 1971. Like all new recruits, I was sent to Lackland Air Force base in San Antonio for boot camp. This was the camp where all new recruits learned the Air Force way of doing things.
Tattoos, bumper stickers, and marketing programs are noted for their catchy slogans. Some of these serve as a life motto, and they are original, or they are borrowed from movies, songs, or some other source. Two that come to mind are Born to Be Wild and Born in the USA.
I’ve been told that the English language can be difficult to comprehend due to the multiple definitions a single word can have.
Fashion is not my forte, and I’m certainly not the model image of a fashion model from GQ. I do, however, know enough about fashion to know that Bill Cunningham, the legendary photojournalist for The New York Times, died on Saturday.
Whenever I read the opening verses of Psalm 92, the number 1,440 flashes through my mind. 1,440 is the number of minutes in a day, and Psalm 92 is a positive motivator on how to manage these precious moments:
When I purchased a new computer several years ago, Best Buy packaged it with a copy of a virus protection program called Kaspersky. I liked the program and would have renewed my subscription except for the fact that it was a Russian company.
With the exception of Sunday, my morning routine includes a little java and journalism. On Sundays I still drink the coffee, but I skip the newspaper.
Life is an adventure. Some people seem to stumble their way through it, while others have the ability and agility to bob and weave their way through its obstacles. Some people have the knack to fall face first into every mud hole that dots their path in life, while others can transform the sourest moments of life into a sweet experience.