Chasing Solomon

 Is it just me or does it seem like wisdom is absent these days. I’m talking about in all areas of life. Just like Elvis, it appears that wisdom has left the building. Where has the wisdom in the government gone? Where is the wisdom in corporate America? Is there any wisdom on Wall Street? Has wisdom left the building in our churches?

Now let’s bring it closer to home. Where has the wisdom gone that is needed to be a good parent, or a good spouse, or a good friend, a good employer or employee? If one were to try to find the answer to these questions, where would he go?  That’s the question I’ve been asking myself lately. And the result? I spent a month with Solomon. Details

It’s been a couple of month’s since I last posted an article on the website. I am sorry about that, but I had a door slammed shut on me and have bit a bit busy.

I was a young man, probably in tenth grade or so, when I first heard the sound of a Death Row Cell door slam shut. That sound has never left me. I was on a fieldtrip to the State Penitentiary at Parchman with my high school class. The sound of that iron cell door slamming shut was a frightening experience. The echo of the door being closed was hauntingly eerie. We found out later that the intention of the teachers all along was for that closed door to be a learning experience that we would never forget. It was intended to scare us to death. And it did. That door slamming shut taught us a very valuable life lesson. The lesson was that the teacher wanted something so much better for our lives.

I believe God still teaches us valuable lessons if we are willing to listen to Him. We have all probably experienced doors that have been closed on us. Closed doors come to us in all forms. And when they come, what is it we hear? The sound of a closed door can be so deafening, therefore, we have to really listen hard to hear God speak. When we do listen, however, we hear a teacher who loves us so much and He wants something so much better for our lives.

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This is a personal story about shoes. I never actually thought too deeply about shoes until this Christmas holiday when I found myself in my shoes on a mission trip in Kenya, Africa. When you have a twenty hour flight, you have time to think deeply about a lot of things…not the least of which is shoes.

Is there anything more to shoes than just a bunch of leather, rubber, and shoestrings thrown together? Is there really a deeper purpose for them? What if the creator of the shoe really designed them for a special purpose? Wouldn’t that make all the difference in the world? Details