Archive for December, 2010

28
Dec
10

when i want…..

WHEN I WANT…..

To have my heart touched, not broken
To get a pick-up when I want to give-up
To become a part of something greater than what I am
To hear the voices of the dead tell of their challenges and triumphs
To acquire the greatest of friends for eternity
To gain riches beyond my wildest dreams
To learn directly from geniuses how to be inspired
To learn to think by feeding my mind a proper diet
To be free to experience pure, raw emotion with no judgment
To know that I am connected with all others

……..I READ!

23
Dec
10

how not to have a blue christmas

The winter holidays are a time to reflect. Christmas orients you back to the past, reliving childhood memories, events, and personal interactions. New Years turns you toward the future, determining things you resolve to change in the coming year.

To some, the holidays are depressing because they bring constant reminders that we are left with less of what we once had. The song “Blue Christmas” has become the melancholy ballad for heartbreak, loss, and unrequited love during the holiday season. But this does not have to be the case.

Loss is an integral part of life. Every single breathing person has suffered some type of loss; loss of a marriage, a job, a pet, a parent, a child, trust, faith, finances, or friends. That is a part of life 365 days a year, not just at Christmas time. The sooner I learn to keep dancing when it’s raining, the better off I’ll be.

As long as I equate my present self worth or state of mind with what I no longer have, I’ll be blue all year long. If it’s painful enough to make you still cry tears of sorrow, be glad it’s over and in the past. But the moment I consider all the things I have to be thankful for, I’m content and at peace. If it’s meaningful enough to still make you cry tears of joy, be glad it’ll always be a part of your life.

15
Dec
10

my most blessed christmas by charlie “tremendous” jones

I was nine years old and the depression was still in full force. We came from Alabama and settled in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania in a little row home, which my father managed to rent. It was getting near Christmas and my dear dad had nothing to spend for Christmas for his five children ages 1 to 9. In desperation, he went to the bank to try to persuade them that he was a safe risk for a small loan. He explained his predicament, no job, no collateral, and 5 small children with Christmas approaching.

As he should have known, the banker would have to decline his request, but he had an alternative offer for my dad to consider. He explained that if dad could postpone celebrating Christmas a day or two, the children wouldn’t know it and everything would be reduced in the stores. Then he would only need half the amount he was requesting. He said if this was agreeable, he would approve the loan for a smaller amount.

Of course my dad gratefully accepted his offer. That Christmas eve, after we were all in bed, the downstairs front door sprung open. There was a lot of noise and my father rushed down the stairs to see what was happening. I followed a few minutes later and saw him sitting on that bottom step with his head in his hands. I couldn’t understand why he was weeping.

When I reached the bottom step, I could see no one in the hallway, but the hall was lined with boxes. There were boxes of food, clothing, and candy. There was a riding fire engine and a four-foot folding white paneled dollhouse. We didn’t belong to a church and the friends we had were as poor as we were. My dad returned to the bank to repay the loan. The banker surprised my dad by telling him that there was no record of this loan.

I only understood that Christmas experience years later when Jesus became my Lord and Savior. How blessed some of us are to see God’s love working in and through His children. John 3:16 is where this love story begins and those unknown servants were practicing I John 3:16. “Hereby perceive we the love of God, how He laid down His life for us: so that we ought to lay down our lives for others.”

08
Dec
10

a sense of urgency is tremendous!

December is the most boisterous month of the year. There are decorations to put up, gifts to buy, cards to mail, parties to plan, plane tickets to purchase, plays to attend, and extended time spent behind the wheel as you try and peacefully share the road with everyone else doing the same thing. We move with a purpose and a sense of urgency because there are deadlines peppered throughout our calendars the entire month.

But what if we could move with this type of urgency the other eleven months of the year? Growing up, our vacations consisted of accompanying our father, Charlie “Tremendous” Jones on his speaking engagements. Many times, we were packed into RV’s of various sizes along with luggage and books for the long drive to the next meeting. It reinforced a strong sense that work and leisure could be inextricably linked, as long as you loved what you were doing.

When my father was done with his formal speaking engagement, he would offer to do free meetings or sermons for other groups in that area. In other words, as long as he was there he filled his calendar and made the best use of every moment. This developed a sense of strong time accountability in me as well.

When we hear the word urgent, we think, “Oh no! Panic mode! Something’s on fire! I’ve got to drop these balls and start juggling others!” But the sense of urgency my father taught me was one of a constant and steady internal drive to make the most out of every moment.

This kind of urgency doesn’t give you ulcers, it gives you meaning! If life is a gift, I want to get the most wear and use out of every day. If life is an investment, I want to maximize my return on every second of time. My sense of urgency today defines the size of my burden tomorrow. The quicker I move today, the lighter my load tomorrow. The true source of stress is not having too much to do; it’s not doing what I should be doing.




Tremendous Tracey


CEO Tremendous Life Books. Book Evangelist

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