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The Parable of Night Tracks – Devotion

I grew up in a small town, and in that small town we had 10 channels, 2 of which were CBS.  The only difference in the CBSs was the nightly news: one from Panama City and the other from Dothan.  One channel we didn’t have that I really wanted was  MTV.  Music was a huge part of my childhood as I am sure it was in yours.  I wanted to see music videos.  I heard of them, but never saw one.  We only had music videos on a show called Night Tracks on TBS.  As the name suggests, Night Tracks came on television in the middle of the night.  It was 12:05 am, technically on Saturday morning, to be exact.

I asked  my parents Friday after Friday after Friday; can I please stay up and watch Night Tracks.  Side note, I love DVR.  Now, back to the topic at hand.  I asked over and over, and my parents continually said you’re too young to stay up that late.  When you are older, we will let you.  I am not sure how old I was.  I would guess 7 or 8, probably still too young to stay up past midnight.   I’m sure I wore my parents down, but they finally said that I could stay up and watch Night Tracks.  I was so excited.  I felt so cool.  I couldn’t wait to tell my friends that I was able to stay up and watch Night Tracks.  I couldn’t wait to tell them all the cool stuff in these music videos.

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Colossians 1:1-8 – The Parable of My Dad and Tech – The Gospel According to Smartphones

The Gospel According to Smartphones 1

The Parable of My Dad and Tech

Sermon Text – Colossians 1:1-8

Topic – Being In Christ, Fruit, Growth, Faith, Hope, Love

The Parable of Rotten Pecans – 2015 Holy Week Devotion 1

When I was a kid, we had a old rotten pecan tree in our back yard.  It dropped hundreds and hundreds of pecans in our back yard every season, but with one big problem.  Since the tree was old and rotten, the tree could not hold the pecans on the tree long enough for the pecans to get ripe.  All of these pecans that fell in our back yard were inedible.  They were not ripe.  They were extremely bitter.  We use to play jokes on our friends by cracking these pecans, placing them in a bowl, and enticing our friends to eat them.  We wanted to see that ugly face they would make with they tasted the bitterness of an underripe pecan.

Not only were these pecans inedible, they were dangerous.  Like a young boy should, I ran around our neighborhood barefooted.  I don’t know if you are aware, but their is a sharp point on the ends of a pecan shell.  When I, and others, would run through our back yard, we would step on the points of these pecans and it hurt.  As we were hoping on one foot because of the pain shooting through our damaged foot, we would undoubtedly hope onto the point of another pecan and damage our other foot.  It was right out of a cartoon.  I cannot tell you how many times this happened to me and my friends.

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