Don’t you always wonder who lurks behind all of these Blogs? Who are the guys behind the Blog masks? I mean, what’s their motivation, what are they selling, and who is the man behind the curtain pulling the strings?
As I mentioned in my 1st Blog, there are a LOT of voices out there trying to give you “their line”. Even Morticia Addams! The question again is, “Where is the wisdom (i.e.- truth) in all the information we are swimming in.” Bottom line– who is speaking, can you trust them, and are they conjugating anything worthy of your consideration?
Interestingly, Jesus answered the men of His day who were asking the same questions. He answered them with a simple concept; namely, “You shall know them by their fruits.” (Matthew 7:20). He preceded that statement with a searing warning and accusation of the charlatans. “Be wary of false preachers (information peddlers- my add) who smile a lot, dripping with practiced sincerity. Chances are they are out to rip you off some way or other. Don’t be impressed with charisma; look for character. Who preachers are is the main thing, not what they say. A genuine leader will never exploit your emotions or your pocketbook. These diseased trees with their bad apples are going to be chopped down and burned.” (Matt 7:15-19, The Message version)
Wow! I love that. Jesus NEVER minced words. In essence, it’s kind of like that “Acta, Non Verba” phrase I mentioned that hung over the main road entrance in the United States Merchant Marine Academy during my college days. Simply stated, ”Deeds, Not Words!”
For those of you who don’t have a clue who is the man behind this blog post, I think it’s appropriate that you hear a bit of my “fruit” so you can judge yourself if I am worthy to even listen to. That’s the litmus test Jesus laid down- the measurement of whether a man’s fruit is worthy of his words.
“Who preachers ARE is the main thing!” I will take the next two (2) Blogs to tell you a bit about myself.
I grew up in the 50’s on wheat ranch and cherry and apple orchards (12,000+ trees) in the sleepy town of Loveland, Colorado. America was coming back from the War (II) and life was radically different than the Colorado of today. It was a life of family, church pot lucks, outdoor hunting, and tons of local community “hanging”. Everybody pretty much knew everybody.
As a three sport/three letter athlete, school paper editor/photographer, motorcycle racer, closet violinist in the community orchestra (the only male kid violinist in the entire town- thanks mom and dad!), and an avid snow skier, Loveland was the idyllic American Graffiti town of 10,000. Cars and chicks were everything and kids didn’t look very far down the road of life. Peaceful, care free, and only an occasional Russian nuclear “duck and cover under your desk” school missile drill to put a 2” x 4” in the spokes of life’s wheel of tranquility. Life was GOOD!!
I graduated Loveland High as the only boy in the top 10 of my class (350 students if I recall). I received Senatorial nominations to several of the Federal military academies (Air Force Academy being my first choice but I wore glasses- nix that one!), and finally chose the United States Merchant Marine Academy on Long Island, NY. Why 2,000 miles from Mayberry? Well, partially because I loved sailing (I owned my own sail boat since junior high), you sailed around the world, but also because Vietnam was in high gear (1969) and a “full ride scholarship plus we pay you to attend” was an incredible deal for this kid from a country bumpkin town.
Life as I knew it was about to change- radically!
Next Blog: “Slamming Into a World of Change and Culture- 60’s Style”