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High Fives for Everybody

When someone in your life passes on, it makes you think about life and death and what type of impact you’re making on the people in your life. It makes you think of how people will speak of you when your time comes. It makes you wonder how you are being viewed by the people around you. I want to make an impression on the people in my life. I want to be known as someone who had a great deal of patience with others, was kind-hearted and was a spot of sunshine in the lives of those I’ve encountered. I want to be an inspiration to others, and show that having a heart full of Christ is awesome and changes life (and death) for the better.

I also want to be remembered for being funny and finding the humor in all things.

When this life of mine is no more, I want to be positioned in the casket with my right hand up so everyone that comes up can give me high-five. When people walk past my body at the end of the funeral, they will want to cry because I’m sure life without me in it will be unbearable, but then they will be like, Oh she’s giving me a high-five. That’s cool. And they’ll laugh and think “that Sara, always makin’ me laugh, she’s so ridiculous”. And then they’ll tell Chris that I was probably joking when I said I want to be in the casket with my hand up for high-five’s but it’s ok, because it WAS pretty funny and I’m probably laughing from heaven, telling Jesus that I just got 500 people to high-five my dead body. Yes, 500 people will miss me enough to come to my funeral. If only 50 people show up, then my family needs to go out and find 450 more people and bring them along to mourn me. I mean high five me.

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I was caught off guard without an escape plan. Luckily, I wasn’t really in danger.

So last night, I was at church for Praise Team practice, and we were waiting for people to arrive. In the middle of some music talk I heard loud banging noises and yelling. It happened so fast. I froze. I didn’t know what to do and I couldn’t figure out what was happening. Then I realized it was the people we were waiting for letting us know they’re here since the door was locked. Myyyy goodness, I panicked for about 10 seconds and then I panicked even more because I realized I don’t have a plan for that. I have plans for chainsaw murderers at work, for creepy children in the desert, and for burglars in the middle of the night. But I DON’T have a plan to escape anything at church. That whole sentence seems really stupid. Why would I need to escape from church? Well it’s almost 2012 and people are crazy so I ALWAYS need a plan of escape from anywhere. One day I should write a book on clever escapes from random places. Don’t steal that idea, because I’m pretty sure my escape ideas are better than your escape ideas so your book would just suck and people would be like WOW I wish someone would write a good escape novel, and then my book would come out and they would be all ohhh yes! finally, I have been waiting for this all my life. Like that song by someone I can’t remember. Well anyway, I realized that on the stage at church there are a lot of escape routes, all with doors that led outside, so I’m pretty much fine as long as I can run faster than the person who is causing me danger. Or I could just hit them with a Bible, because it’s also called a sword so I’m pretty sure that would really suck to get hit in the face with a Jesus sword.

This started as a funny thought about people dressing up as Jesus, but then it took a serious turn

Why don’t they ever have any one dressed up a baby Jesus?  Would that be blasphemous?  I’m not sure where that line is. 
People dress up as Santa all the time, but santa is no supreme being and he has nothing to do with the meaning of Christmas.  Instead of having Santa at the mall, they should have Nativity scenes set up and people can visit and ask Jesus for things but the difference between asking Santa something at the mall and asking Jesus something at the mall is that Jesus can actually hear you and answer you because it’s called PRAYING. 

Santa is a jolly fellow, don’t get me wrong.  But you know that saying “Jesus is the Reason for the Season”? Well that’s still true.  Every year.  Santa can’t do anything for you.  Jesus can.  And He will if you just ask Him.  Wow. This just turned into a seriously religious post, but that’s fine.  I love Jesus. I’m not ashamed.  I can blog about Him if I want to 🙂 

Christmas should not be a time of stress, or struggle, or shopping until you’re in debt.  It should be a time of reflection on what Jesus’ birth means to your life.  If you don’t know what the birth of Jesus means to you, then you should pick up the Bible and read.  Jesus’ birth changed your life whether you realize it or not. 

Merry CHRISTmas.