A Word about the Word-
Make the most of your time. [Ephesians 5:16]
“I never found the time to _______.” Those can be pretty sad words, regardless if they end with “play with my kids,” or “listen to my friend,” or “visit my aging parent,” or “enjoy the solitude of this moment,” or “pray with my spouse,” or “read you a bedtime story,” or…
Let’s not forget to live our lives fully and make the most of the time while God still gives it.
Close to Home
So, what’s new? Trinity’s website is! Check it out and look around: www.trinitymentor.com
A new podcast is coming: “A Fresh Take”! I am teaming up with my friend and former partner from “Word on the Street” (our Moody radio ministry), Mark Pennell, to create a weekly podcast. We will be talking about spiritual, cultural, and news issues from a biblical and hopefully fresh perspective. Stay tuned—we are aiming to start airing shortly after Easter.
In the meantime, here are several podcasts that staff members listen to and recommend:
Russell Moore Podcast
Managing Leadership Anxiety
The Simplified Podcast with Emily Ley
At Home with Sally
The Daily (New York Times)
Think Biblically: Conversations on Faith and Culture
The World as It Is
CDr. Benjamin Elijah Mays, the late Baptist pastor, Civil Rights leader, and President of Morehouse College, wrote these wise words about life:
Life is just a minute—only sixty seconds in it.
Forced upon you—can’t refuse it.
Didn’t seek it—didn’t choose it.
But it’s up to you to use it.
You must suffer if you lose it.
Give an account if you abuse it.
Just a tiny, little minute,
But eternity is in it!
I hear a movement is coming to buy up all the Mr. Goodbars so as to preserve the chocolate bar’s name. I’d contribute to this protest, but I gave up sweets for Lent. 🙂 Besides, Mr. Potato Head got his title back.
I guess a bookstore (or empire) can sell or not sell whatever books they want. But I don’t have to shop there. I wonder if Amazon sells books about censorship.
Blessed are the peacemakers!
While We’re at It–A Poignant Poem
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
I’ll catch you on the other side.