I tell people that even though, I am a preacher that I am rough around the edges. Its true. Here’s how.
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I like a good fight….. Weird you think. Well, I don’t think so. Everything worth doing deserves a good tussle. If you want to stay married, you’d need to prefer fighting to switching. If you want to succeed at your work, you’d better be willing to give the task a good wrestle. If you want to be a good neighbor, you’d better be willing to fight for your neighbor’s rights. Fighting is better than the option, not fighting and that is true helplessness. …. I guess I look at it this way. Life is oftentimes an opponent. {Yeah, I get tired of all this life is beautiful stuff. A lot of the time, life is hard.} So what do I think about that: Life; well you know: Let me at him. It deserves a good fight.
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I like to get dirty….. OOO. Yuchh, you say. Yet nothing feels better to me, than dirt behind the fingernails after gardening. It feels wonderful to get muddy in the rain, while completing a valuable task. I love to get in the woods and let the woods get in to me. To feel the vibrant life forces surrounding me. To literally not forget that I am an animal & linked to this world that I am privileged to inhabit. Earthy. Yeah, that’s it….. A part of things. And realizing that natural things are a part of me. And sometimes I have to get dirty to remember.
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I like to stand out….. I’ve tried blending. It’s like trying to hide a BigFoot in the populace. Just doesn’t work. People can tell I’m different anyway. I might as well celebrate the fact.
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I like to be tough….. We live in a sissy world. No offense ladies. But I am not a sissy. My dad was tough. My brother is tough & I am tough. But,,, I am not too tough to bow my knees to God, to cry when I am hurt or to laugh (out loud), when I am happy. I am also not too tough to hold a baby, nurse an injured animal or comfort a hurting friend. (Or then again, maybe I am tough enough to never forget, to do those important things).
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I like to wear my hat. My hat is me. I am my hat. I fish in my hat. I hunt in my hat. I do business in my hat. I work in my hat. I play in my hat. Yes, lots of people don’t like it. That’s fine. Just keep their hands off it. I am no more valuable than any other human being. But no other human being is any more valuable than me. Part of life is about space. Giving you your space. You give me mine. As long as I can honor God in my hat; you will just have to accept it. Don’t know why the old Quakers ever gave up wearing their hats. Its part of who I am.
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Why; around the edges? Because at the center; I am yielded and still to God my Creator. I just express it a little differently than some people. Good fuel can power sports cars & work trucks. I guess I am the latter.
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Preacher, Why?? One of my friends recently observed. God is very real to you, Tim. He is. Let me tell you about Him.
Have a good day!
Tim- (Greek word Timotheus, meaning honoring God)
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I can’t help smiling while reading this blog. I can see my dear friend Tim so well. But most of all I love the sound no nonsense advice on everyday life. It helps me keep an even keel as I navigate each day. Keep them coming Tim.
Thanks Anne. I will keep them coming. Share with your friends.
You are special to me.
That’s what a Father want’s to see in His children. What a world this would be if that was a live and well in each
of us. Keep up the Good Work.
Will do Frank. Thanks for the encouragement. It matters a lot.
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Dear Guts Is The Key Reader; The roots of why I write and who I am have not changed. Here is one of the foundational articles about why I write this BEAM (blog). I might say it a little different today but the essence of what I said is still very much true of me today. I am a rugged, rough and tumble guy; with a big heart and giant faith and this propels me to do all I do. These kind of “Slam, I am” thoughts were the reason I wrote this post 4 years ago and very much a part of the motivation power that compels and moves me today! Enjoy the Read! 🙂