bread crumbs

We had a guest speaker at church tonight. I am usually not too interested in guest speakers. Don’t exactly know why but it has something to so with them needing to earn the right to speak into my life. Anyway… that is no the point of this post. He spoke on getting in your place. More importantly, allowing the Holy Spirit to put you in your place. It was all about letting Christ be your Lord, not just your savior. ‘Lord’ connotes authority over, responsible for. I have not let Him be that.

I have come to different revelations of how little control I have given him over the years. Tonight was another one of those times.

I usually let God’s will just happen. I have been very passive. It seems that I have always stumbled into His will for me, even while married and now a dad.  But there is a better way. Scripture says that the kingdom of heaven has been forcefully advancing, and forceful men lay hold of it. I can cause God’s will to happen to me instead of me happening to it.

At the end of service I spent some time in prayer and I felt like the Holt Spirit dropped something in my heart. “You have been living on bread crumbs when a feast is available.” It is time to pick up my knife and fork. I will bring about change in my life and take the next step towards my destiny as I draw near to Him. It is only in His presence that I am filled. No more spiritual starving. I will not be satisfied by leftovers any more.

Name of Names

I have decided to open this up to the public. Since I chose to open this “can” thru this venue, it seems fitting that I open it up to my (3) readers to help choose. I do however reserve the right to veto popular opinion (if our national democratic process can do it so can I).

 

Please feel free to add any that come vie inspiration, perspiration or consternation.

 

Here is a list of some of the nicknames that have come and gone over the years:

 

Hodgson (me and my best friend referred to each other by our last names)

Big Dumb Guy (not one of my favorites. My English professor in high school called me this)

Big Bird (from the summer I bleached my hair)

Yandel (a girl in youth group called us Yandel and Yandelle)

Dragons (my brother calls Danielle and myself D&D… Dungeons and Dragons)

Daniel-son (my father-in-law)

Tall Drink of Water (very uncomfortable story that is attached to this… maybe later)

Big “D” (I’m tall… not diarrhea)

Dad (ya’ll can’t call me that)

Babe ( ya’ll REALLY can’t call me that)

my thoughts about nicknames

I was recently made aware of a startling fact… I am lacking in the nickname department. Not that I have no nicknames for they abound as the sand on the shore. I am speaking of a specific source. I will change the name to preserve the integrity of the individual. This preservation is paramount for “Ecela” (we’ll call her or him) has bestowed many a great nickname. I will not divulge any nicknames given for that too, based upon the aforementioned greatness of said nicknamery would betray the nicknamer.

As I ponder the point of nicknames I can’t help but consider the origin but more importantly the evolution of the societal phenomenon. It may seem obtrusive even sad for me to be desirous of such a moniker but since you have humored me thus far let me explain.

When I was a young child I was not the man many of you have come to know. Few would remember the frail, plastic-coke-bottle-glassed boy. He too desired a nickname… and one did he receive… four eyes. Though witty was he and self assured, the nickname stuck like warm gum on the sole of your shoe.

It took many years to outgrow the scars and memories of those times. Scars that, though covered with good memories and times, still bring sadness and a melancholic disposition that has but one cure… a new nickname.

I have previously written quite plainly of my disdain and abhorrence of nicknames. It was that way until I was able to go back to that little boy of yore and decide that it was time. Time for a new day. A new perspective. Yes, even a new nickname.

So, with this, I doeth beseech thee, o giver of nicknames. May you, with great insight and awesomeness, bring a soothing balm to that poor boy of yesteryear and GIVE ME A STINKING NICKNAME.