Why? Three little letters…one big word! I have learned something about the why question. I have learned that the older you get the less you ask the question “why?” Why is that? ? I think it is because the older you get the more experiences you have had, the more you understand, so the question is not as important to us. However, I also think it is because we make basic assumptions that because we know the answer(s) then everyone knows the answers. It is like the old adage of judging others by your “self.” Have you ever heard that saying? It simply means that the way you understand/judge yourself is the way you understand/judge others.

Don’t you just love God’s word? I do! I love Heb. 4:12 For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires! God’s word is UN…BELIEVABLE AND PERSONAL! And so is this morning’s message. I had originally planned to speak on a different topic, but later in the week, I felt that gentle nudge of the Spirit to go in a different direction.

have you ever been around people? Do you like people? Have you ever seen people that you thought were crazy…I don’t mean like actually diagnosed crazy, but just like…what are you thinking crazy? When I was growing up, I had a next-door neighbor, named Mrs. Davis. When we first moved in she was all sugar and spice. She had a nice yellow house, shrubs that were trimmed, and grass that was green, mowed and trimmed to perfection. And she had a cyclone fence…also known as a chain link fence. I was 7 years old when we moved in. She would talk to us across the fence. Things went well…for awhile…then something UN…BELIEVABLE happened! My brother and I turned into boys…you know the kind that yells and screams at each other, the kind that played army and shot each other, the kind that yelled like Tarzan (ahhh...hhe…hhaaaa),the kind that played baseball in the front yard…the kind that would crawl over her fence…instead of using the gate…and get the ball that had bounced in her yard. Something happened…she became evil. (SMILE) Now here is what really happened! She had a disagreement with my step-mom. My dad got involved…of course us boys got involved…That was the end of being a friendly neighbor. We lived at that house for 10 years. For 8 of those years there was friction…lots of friction with Mrs. Davis! There were steel glances; gossip with other neighbors, mutterings under the breath….and…I dare you stances (hands on the hips) in the front yard.