Common Reasons People Do Not Attend Church/Sunday School

Here are a few of the more common reasons that many people cite when asked why they do not attend church or Sunday School.  This is a list from my own experience with others as well as myself.

I know some seem silly, or seem like just an excuse to not have to get off one's butt and actually do something on Sunday.  Nevertheless, these feelings and expressions are very real.

---I don't know what to wear
---Wear something comfortable.   

---I don't like to have to dress up
---I don't either, so I don't

---I am not knowledgeable about the bible and would be embarrassed in front of the group
---Most people either don't know much about the bible or they know a lot less than they think they do.  But don't give it a second thought, for you will not be quizzed.  Relax and enjoy

---If someone asked me to say a prayer in front of a group, I couldn't do it
---No one with any class at all will ask someone else to say a prayer unless it has been agreed upon in advance.  Relax and enjoy

---A church is a business, and I hate being hit up for money all the time
---You don't have to give any money.  But give this one some serious thought.  If the church is providing something to you and the community, shouldn't they receive the means for continuing their good work?  Besides, is your money really yours?

---My spouse doesn't like to go to church, and I don't want to go if he/she isn't going with me
---This can be tough.  But the answer is this:  you really are in this world alone...except for God, who is always with you if you will allow Him to be.  You will find spiritual benefits from church you cannot find anywhere else.  The chances are that your spouse will see your growth and want to experience it as well

---I don't know anybody there
---Don't worry---you will soon, and the people you meet in church can have an incredibly positive impact on your life

---I feel self-conscious to have to sit by myself
---My own experience with this is that sitting alone allows me to be more contemplative and focused on the service and God's Word

---If I visit, people will start calling me at home and pestering me to join
---You almost assuredly will not be pestered.  But remember that the only thing worse than being called at home by someone asking you to be part of their group is not being called and not being wanted.  Ha.

---Even if I do go and decide I would like to join, the church requires new members to stand in front of the congregation to affirm their commitment.  That is too embarrassing for me to do!
---The least you can do for a God who has given you life and talents is to commit to Him publicly.  But many churches allow new members to join in the privacy of the church office.  Personally, I don't approve of this, but it is what it is.

---Preachers always carry on too long.  Why can't the service just last an hour and end promptly so I can get home to take care of domestic business?
---Find a church that has a pastor who is organized to the point where the service ends on time.  I would not go to a church whose service runs past the scheduled time allotted

---I get spooked when the preacher starts talking about hell and satan
---Ha.  So do I.  But the devil does exist and needs to be discussed

---I always feel like the preacher is speaking directly to me when he is talking about sin
---Ha.  Me, too

---I don't understand all those terms they speak about, like Eucharist, Lent, Pentecost, etc, etc, etc..........
---Don't worry about it.  No one knows that you don't know.  A lot of people don't know.  You'll learn

---If someone asked me to read something from the bible, I'm not sure I could pronounce all those words correctly
---Probably no one will ask you to read anything without pre-arranging your approval, but if you can't pronounce something, gloss over it with a chuckle.  Pronunciation is not important

---I don't need to go to church to commune with God
---No, you don't.  But getting together with other Christians generates friendships and accelerated growth in faith

---I work all week and it is too hard to get up on Sunday mornings
---But what is most important in your life?  Think about this long and hard

---I worry about Communion---what is it all about?  What am I supposed to do?  What am I supposed to say?
---You worry too much about appearances.  Communion is one way Christians stay close to Jesus, remembering what He did for us by giving His life for our sins.  You don't have to say anything.  The wine (grape juice) and bread symbolize the body of Christ.  As you eat and drink, remember all that He has done for you and give thanks

Animal Control? Really?.......

          Cindy took this shot of the marauding but friendly Hog

I was preparing for a quiet day at home on Sunday afternoon, chillin' with my computer, when a blood-curdling scream shot through the house from the throat of my precious Cindy:  "CLINT!!!  COME QUICK!!!  THERE'S A HUGE PIG IN OUR BACK YARD!!!!

Well, the dear lady of the house certainly knows how to get my attention.  Ha.  My blood pressure immediately shot to 210/120 as I bolted from my office to the back deck. 

I got there in less than 5 seconds, but all I saw in our back yard was a teenage girl with a small terrier on a leash.  I gently turned to the Cinderoo and calmly informed her in a reassuring voice, Honey, that is a dog.  (Insert smiley face here)

But the story continues...

I asked the young girl what was going on.  She said she and her friend (who I could see about 50 yards away) were chasing a huge pot-bellied pig that had been on the lam from its owner's back yard pen for two days.  Problem is, she explained, although the porker was tame and would allow humans to approach it and even pet it, the animal knew full well what a leash is for and would not allow anyone with a leash anywhere near him.

Add to that the fact that the swine weighs around 200 pounds and is almost as quick as a deer, and you begin to see the predicament. 

I suggested that we all might benefit if I brought the critter down with my .30-.30.  I love barbeque.  But that notion was shot down (pun intended) very quickly by everyone present.

I was informed that Animal Control had been called the day before but that the 120 pound young woman who was dispatched to solve the problem was unable to do anything with the huge hog.

Animal Control was again summoned.  Within minutes, the white service truck appeared, driven by the same young lady.  In talking with her, she said there did not seem to be anything she could do because the pig was too big, too smart, and too fast a'hoof to allow itself to be caught. 

Simpleton me asked why it could not simply be anesthetised and transported to its owner or to the county Animal Control center.

Oh, no! she said---If the pig were darted, it would just panic and run away and we might never find it.

Well, this got me t' thinkin'.  The questions I asked myself were these:

---Why would Animal Control send a 120 pound young woman out on a job that would require at least three full grown men in prime physical condition to solve?

---Why would Animal Control spend several hours over a two day period spending taxpayer money on a problem they know cannot be remedied without darting the animal?

---If the young control officer actually DID dart the pig, how would she lift it into the control truck?

Anyway, after a few hours of excitement, trailing the hog all over the neighborhoods, the animal control officer left.  Her last words were I'm gonna give a citation to the owner of the pig.

In the meantime, we are now in day four of the crisis.  We have a marauding, albeit friendly, 200 pound porker running hog-wild in north Knoxville.  Some homeowners are reportedly now feeding it.  Sigh.

Would You Share a Foxhole With....?

I'm an army vet and have been around, you know?....

And last night before bed my mind began to wander as it often does before the Land of Nod claims my being.  I was thinking about the sad state of our nation and the many personages who contribute to its sorry standing.  Most of them, of course, are politicians.  Hell, everyone knows you can't trust them.

I was thinking about how soldiers are often required to spend considerable time in foxholes and how important it is to have a buddy you can fully trust to be there with you.  If you can't trust the guy next to you when the attack comes, you are in for a miserable---and perhaps final---firefight.

And I got to thinkin'---who in today's news would I be happy to share a foxhole with---you know---someone of great character, who I can trust, who tells the truth, who I trust to have my back as I have his....

First, who on the current scene would I NOT share a foxhole with?

(List is not all inclusive---not nearly enough space or time for that here.  Ha.)

1.  Lance Armstrong (Lies, Cheats, and Snitches on Others)
2.  Barack Obama (Lies, Denies, and Blames the Other Guy)
3.  Joe Biden  (There Ain't No Cure for Stupid)
4.  NYC Mayor Bloomberg  (Hypocrite of the First Magnitude)
5.  Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel ( See 1, 2 and 4 Above)
6.  Colin Powell (US Army Gen, RET---Can't Trust 'im)
7.  NJ Gov Chris Christie  (He Forgets Whose Side He's On)
8.  Sen. Harry Reid  (See 3 Above)
9.  Sen Maj Ldr John Boehner  (Too Weak to Trust)
10.Former Senator Newt Gingrich  (Too Confused from Overthinking Every Situation)
11.Roger Clemens, Barry Bonds, et al  (See 2 above)
12.Anyone from the Lamestream Media (See 2, 4, 6, 9, 10 Above)

Who Would I share a Foxhole With?

I'll get back to you on that one.

Revolution, anyone?.......

Diary

Clint Ellison

January 10   Thursday

221.5  (lost 6 pounds in 3 days)

Cindy to the store for supplies and then to the Cutting Crew where Kelly cut her hair, which was getting long.  Actually, Kelly didn't take enough off---in my opinion.  Still looks good, though.

I finished cleaning out the shower drain, which clogs up about twice a year, mostly from my hair, which is longer than the average bear's.  Ha.

I keep seeing in the media that our president and his minions are aiming to confiscate and control Americans' right to own arms.  I loathe government.  Our leaders are an arrogant, Godless bunch.  May they burn in hell.  What a shame we citizens must suffer loss of liberty while they live exhorbitant, spoiled lifestyles.  Is there a George Washington or John Hancock still walking among us today?....you know---a leader for our times to help us rise up against this ever increasing yoke of government control? 

We have kicked God from our schools and our public places and our government.  We have legalized the murder of millions of little babies in the name of "choice".  We have forced religious entities to pay for contraception against their core mission statements.  We have encouraged and glorified homosexuality and raised it to a level equal to marriage between woman and man.  We have banned free speech in the name of political correctness.  We have disproportionately taxed the achievers in our society and rewarded those who profit from sloth.  We have given monies to foreign nations of ill moral standing to entice their favor.  We have maimed and killed scores of thousands of our youth in questionable wars that have no prospect of finality.

I could go on and on.  Thomas Jefferson said:

--- "The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government"

--- "The beauty of the second amendment is that it will not be needed until they try to take it"

--- "The policy of the American government is to leave their citizens free, neither restraining or aiding them in their pursuits"

--- "When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty"

--- "What country can preserve its liberties if its rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance?"

--- "I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them"

And finally, my favorite:

--- "The tree of Liberty must be refreshed from time to time, with the blood of its patriots and tyrants.  It is its natural manure"

Christmas in Gatlinburg!

From the first time I ever visited the Smoky Mountain town of Gatlinburg back when I was a nineteen year old boy, I always thought it would be the greatest adventure to spend Christmas there.  All of these years have gone by, and I was never able to get away for a Christmas in that gorgeous village that is nestled into the ridges of the Smokies below storied Mt LeConte.

And, when I discovered early in my relationship with Cindy that she, too, had always dreamed of a Gatlinburg Christmas, we made a vow to spend Christmas there the first chance we got.

It happened this year!  We made reservations almost a year in advance at the Edgewater Hotel in the heart of the downtown area.  Our room overlooked the Little Pigeon River, and we had a balcony that jutted over that friendly rill, and our view of Mt LeConte and the Space Needle and the surrounding hills was spectacular.

We were in easy walking distance of all of downtown---the shops and galleries and restaurants and yes, the tourist traps.  And walk we did---all over the place.  Our cameras were ablaze both night and day.  Oh, what fun!

Come with me now as our December 23d, 24th and 25th come alive again on Lyrics of Love and Lore.......

 

Our Hotel...The Edgewater on The Little Pigeon River

 

 

 

 

From our Balcony, Looking South Downriver

 

 

From Hotel Balcony, Looking East Toward Downtown Gatlinburg and the Space Needle

 

 

From Hotel Balcony, Looking North

 

 

 

 

Lotsa' Shenanigans Downtown

 

 

The Space Needle Observation Deck Towers 407' Above Downtown Gatlinburg

 

 

 

 

 

Our Hotel From the Observation Deck

 

 

The Tramway

 

 

Big fancy Homes With a View in the Surrounding Hills

 

 

 

Downtown Area---Shops, Restaurants, Tourist Traps, Etc....

 

 

It's Always Smoky In the Smokies

 

 

We Dropped in Here to See How Moonshine is Made.  Cindy Was Given a 1-OZ Free Sample and She Wanted to Stay a While...."They Call It That Good Ole Mountain Dew / And Them That Refuse it Are Few..."

 

 

Lotsa' Chocolate Goodies From The Stores On the Main Drag

 

 

 

River Shots

 

 

 

 

Happy Holidays, Everyone!

 

Mom's 90th Birthday and Thanksgiving Reunion

Last June, I began to hatch an almost impossible plot. 

Mission:  to surprise my mom on her 90th birthday.

Her big day occurs in late November, so I began to contact family members months in advance to see if I could get commitments from everyone to attend.  This was, for many, no small thing.  I planned to have the party at our home in Knoxville, but niece Wendy lives in Austin, Texas.  Daughters Debbie and Diane live in Enfield, Connecticut and Augusta, Georgia, respectively. 

We had other family members from North Carolina, Arkansas, Georgia and Tennessee.

I think God wanted us to have this big party because, miraculously, everyone made plans to be here and He allowed us to have a wonderful reunion and birthday celebration together.

The planning for the event was constant up until the guests began to arrive on November 21.  Cindy worked tirelessly to cook ahead of time and clean, paint and organize.  I shared ideas with her for making the event fun for everyone.  It was a huge success.  When everyone had left for home, we both sat down and thanked God for the wonderful lifetime memories we all share.

The Birthday Girl

 

 

Brother Dave

 

 

Wendi and Cindy

 

 

Jan

 

 

Lucinda

 

 

Patti

 

 

Kevin

 

 

Wendi

 

 

Catherine

 

 

Cindy

 

 

Diane and Debbie

 

 

Fred

 

 

Deb and Me

 

 

Dave and Jan

 

 

Dave, Richard and Fred

 

 

Cindy Serves the Cake to Mom (Yes, There Are 90 Candles!)

 

 

Canyon, Lucinda and Mom

 

 

Mom Recites Edward Lear's "The Owl and the Pussycat" for the Group

 

 

Wendi Entertains

 

 

Actin' Silly

 

 

Lucinda, Debbie and Diane

 

 

Richard

 

 

All the Different Places Represented

 

 

TOP L---R  Richard, Catherine, David, Debbie, Eileen, Fred, Lucinda, Tracy, Clint, Patti, Cindy  ROW 2 Seated L---R  Diane, Clinton, Jan, Wendi  BOTTOM ROW  L---R  Tyler, Canyon

 

 

Psalms in the Still of the Night.......

I try to read the bible every day.  Occasionally I miss a day, and I always feel like I really missed something when I do.  Lately I've been reading the Psalms.  They are sensational, lyrical scripture that make me pause in meditation.

I have found a most magic time to read these thoughts, songs and prayers---between the hours of midnight and 5:00 AM.  If I can't sleep, I just get up and spend an hour or so reading.  There is a quiet stillness that is not present during the day, and I am able to focus solely on the messages of scripture.

Last night was such a night.  After reading a few chapters, it occurred to me that we live in a world that was inconceivable just a couple of decades ago.  I mean, we have more wealth in this country than any nation in the history of the world.  We have material possessions beyond reason.  We have instant communication with each other.  If we want to learn just about anything, we can Google it and voila!---we have our answer. 

Given all that, we should by all factors be the happiest nation on the happiest planet in the universe.

But we are not---not even close.  As a nation, we are bitterly divided over many important issues.  Race, welfare, foreign relations, health care, the role of government, etc, etc, etc.  There is an air of hatred in our relationships when it comes to politics.

In our world, there is religious intolerance and hatred.

How can this be if we have so much in technology and materialism?

The answer lies in the truth.  And the truth is, as is pointed out so often in Psalms and the rest of the bible, nothing on this earth will ever make us happy or fulfilled except that which comes from God.  We have pretty much rejected Him in the year 2012, and we continue to move away from Him.  We are less and less fulfilled and more and more conflicted.  The bible points out time after time that He is watching.  His judgement will be very painful.