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“Therefore . . . let us be thankful.”  — Hebrews 12:28 

“Happy people don’t always have the best of everything.  But they know how to make the best of what they have.”  I read that quote in an article this past week and immediately thought of my maternal grandmother, Mema.  Mema always looked elegant – always – whether she was puttering around doing housework, entertaining guests in her small modest living room, or going to church or some other dressy affair.  She had a natural beauty about her anyway, but she always appeared dressed up, even though her entire wardrobe consisted of no more than three simple dresses.  That was it!  You would never know it, though, because she managed to use her creativity to adorn her modest wardrobe in so many different ways, with colorful scarves and simple pieces of inexpensive costume jewelry, that one would think she owned a massive closet full of clothes.

Her wardrobe is just one example of the way she went about everything in her life, never concerning herself with what she didn’t have, rather always focused on making the best of what she did have.  In fact, I don’t remember hearing my grandmother ever complain, “I wish I had [this or that]”.  What I do remember is her gratitude for what she did have, the gas space heater that warmed her cozy living room in the winter, or the swamp-cooler that cooled it during the summer heat, the tiny simple kitchen where she was constantly cooking and baking, mostly for others, or how blessed she was for the people who gave her rides to the grocery store or church on Sunday since she didn’t own a car.

I always loved visiting my grandmother, for I knew as I approached the front door of her small, modest wood-framed house that I was about to enter a happy, cheerful sort of wonderland, and to be embraced by a happy, cheerful person.  Well known and admired in her small community she influenced more people than you can ever imagine.

More than anyone I have ever known my grandmother knew the secret to living an abundant life.  (If only I had paid closer attention and followed in her footsteps at an earlier age!)  Surprisingly, it was not because she knew how to make the best of what she had.  Instead, she made the best of what she had because she was first and foremost thankful – thankful to God – for what she had, and that made all the difference.  “Therefore, let us be thankful” that our lives too may be abundant like hers.

“Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.”

• Hebrews 10:24

I got to know Al Goldstein while working a parttime job when I was in college.  Al was an imposingly large man with a pot belly and his front teeth missing, who was struggling to support a wife and six kids.  Other than serving in the Navy, he never finished high school, and was a chain-smoking alcoholic with a criminal record.  To earn extra money, on weekends he worked as a bartender and bouncer in some dive in a seedy part of town where fights often broke out, which probably explains what happened to his front teeth.  To me he was the most vulgar human being I had ever met.  Yet, for some reason I liked him anyway.  Something about him fascinated me, perhaps it was my curiosity about the dark underworld he lived in that I had never been exposed to before, or maybe I sensed a good heart buried somewhere deep within his soul.

Eventually, I got called up for active-duty training in the army for the National Guard unit I had joined, so I had to leave. When I returned a few months later they were kind enough to give me my old job back while I completed my undergraduate degree.  To my great surprise, when I walked back in that first day I almost didn’t recognize Al.  His beer belly had trimmed down, and he was clear-eyed after giving up smoking and drinking, had found more honorable ways to supplement his income than that sleezy beer joint, and to my great surprise, he had this glowing smile showcasing a brand new set of front teeth.

During the months I was away Al had changed from being one of the most vulgar human beings I had ever known to just the opposite, and he was not shy about sharing his transformation.  His wife, after patiently coxing him for many years, got him to attend church with her where he was exposed to good people doing good things, who cared for each other and for others, whose mission was to help others and make the world a better place, in sharp contrast to that dark underworld where he had lived most of his life.

Faith communities, service organizations, philanthropists, volunteers, good people doing good things, there are lots of them around.  Want to change the world for the better?  “Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.”  If it can happen to Al it can happen to anyone.  Just look what his wife did by spurring him on.

“Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.”

• James 1:19 

Upon his arrival home from work one day a father discovered the front window of his home shattered to smithereens, and there in the yard lay the evidence, a baseball bat and ball.  So, without further investigation the father stormed into the house, found his young son, and was just about to administer the punishment he obviously deserved for what appeared to be an open and shut case . . . until his wife walked in with the boy next door in tow who had confessed to the whole matter.

For many years during my previous career I served as an arbitrator in our industry when disputes arose between two parties.  The way the arbitration system works, arbitrators receive in advance a written detailed explanation of the claim from the claimant (plaintive) as well as a detailed response from the respondent (defendant).  After reading the claim and response I would invariably conclude that it was an open and shut case in need of no further investigation . . . that is, until I listened to the verbal testimonies on the actual day of the hearing.  In most cases my initial conclusion would either be proven wrong, or I would learn something about the evidence that otherwise was not obvious.

Interesting how one of the oldest stories in literature is about what seemed to be an open and shut case, at least that’s what Eliphaz, Bildad and Zophar had thought about their friend Job from the Biblical story bearing his name.  Why else would Job have lost everything he had – his family, wealth and health – unless he was being punished by God for some undisclosed sin he had committed?  All the evidence they needed was in plain sight they thought, Job sitting on an ash heap, clothes ripped to shreds, head shaved, his body covered with painful sores.  No need for further investigation, as Job’s three “friends” accusingly rushed to his side in their respective attempts to convince him to confess – to something he did not do.  And if things were not bad enough for poor Job, he was forced to defend himself in kangaroo court where Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar presided as the self-appointed – not to mention self-righteous – judges.

“Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.”  What a difference it makes if we will simply keep our mouths shut and listen – to both sides.

“. . . seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”  Matthew 6:33 

We once had this rising star in our company, Will I will call him, who everyone had their eye on as someone who was going places.  Will was young, smart, and handsome with a magnetic personality, and the promotions were coming faster than they could print new business cards for him, moving his young family from one city to the next before they had time to unpack their boxes.  Being a bit older and more stable in my position at that point, I was aware of the hazards that come with such rapid rise of a young ambitious and capable person like Will.

Sure enough, my greatest fears for Will began to unfold one evening in a Las Vegas casino.  There was a company conference we were attending, and one evening as inevitably happens in Vegas a group migrated to a nearby casino.  Will stepped up to one of the game tables, and with his colleagues cheering him on, began placing bets that were way beyond his means, showing off to put it bluntly.  Although there was not much I could do to stop him, I do recall standing off in the shadows wanting to scream, “No Will, don’t do it!”  It paid off for him, though you might say, because soon after Will was offered still another promotion.  But then the wheels started to come off in his personal life as he became separated from his wife and children and eventually divorced.

Will’s downfall in his personal life can neither be blamed on his rapid rise in the ranks nor his long work hours or dedication to his job and company.  He simply got his priorities mixed up, something any of us can be vulnerable to.  Except by the grace of God, in fact, it could easily have been me.  That old joke we have all heard, “no one ever confessed on his deathbed that he wished he had spent more time at the office,” is really no joke at all but a wise proverb; or as Jesus tells it to us straight up, “seek first [God’s] kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”  In other words, first get your priorities straight, number one being seeking God’s kingdom.

It has been many years since I last had contact with Will, but I pray he is doing well and has gotten his priorities straight.  He was such a smart, capable guy with tremendous potential.

“Therefore encourage one another and build each other up.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:11 

I don’t think I cared an inkling about the game of volleyball, would not have expended the energy to flip the sports page to read about it or pushed a button on the remote to watch it on TV, that is until our thirteen-year-old granddaughter Corrina began to develop into quite an amazing volleyball player in recent years.  Not only watching her play – because she is my granddaughter after all – but witnessing her passion for the game and her dedication to improving her skills and abilities has inspired me to learn more about the game and gain a greater appreciation of it.

The unique characteristic I have observed watching our granddaughter’s teams is that unlike other team sports that are often led by one or two stand-out players (and she is one), the real star of a great volleyball team is, without fail, the teamwork itself.  The best teams, in fact, always seem to be the ones that work best as a team, who have a rhythm about them on the court as if dancing together.  When you see it, it is amazing to watch!

But there is another characteristic that has sort of baffled me, at least it has been true with the teams Corrina has played on.  At the end of every play, regardless of which team scores the point, the team members all high-five each other, which is understandable if they win the point.  But even when they lose, maybe especially when they lose, they still high-five, even with a player who may have blundered.  Because my focus has always been on my granddaughter’s team, and Corrina in particular, I have not paid that much attention to other teams, so I don’t know if this is a tradition of the sport, or a peculiar characteristic of my granddaughter’s teams.  Either way, I have wondered why that is.

Several years ago I was facilitating a board retreat where Timmy Newsom, former great running back for the Dallas Cowboys (1980-1988) was a participant.  Timmy revealed something about himself that I will never forget, that in all his years playing football he never worried about losing yardage on a play because there was always a chance to do better on the next one.  Hmm!  So that’s why those girls always high-five. 

“Therefore encourage one another and build each other up,” the Apostle Paul said.  Couldn’t we all do a little more of that – and do with receiving a little more of it too?