I was reading through Judges chapter 7 the other day and noticed a curious detail.  A detail I had read past many times before; a detail that seems almost insignificant.  If you recall, this is the story of Gideon.  In chapter 7 Gideon has gathered his army and they are looking down at the sprawling Midianite army.  God tells him to whittle his group down and in doing so Gideon ends up with only 300 men.  That night the Lord tells him to take his servant and sneak down to the enemy camp so that he can overhear the conversation between a couple of soldiers.  The conversation basically reveals that they are as scared of Gideon as Gideon is of them.  Gideon is thankful for this and – this is where the curious detail comes in- 7:15 reads:

“And so it was, when Gideon heard the telling of the dream and its interpretation, that he worshiped. He returned to the camp of Israel, and said, “Arise, for the Lord has delivered the camp of …”

What I noticed was that Gideon Worshipped first, and THEN he returned to the safety of his own camp.  Think about when you were a little kid and you woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom.  And you had to walk through the dark house to get there.  The fear was almost paralyzing and you probably held it as long as you could.  And maybe, when you were done, you ran back to your bed as fast as you could, almost in a panic, and pulled the covers over your head.  Well here’s a man who is such a coward that he’s practically scared of his own shadow; who probably had to work up enough nerve just to sneak down and get that close to the enemy.  And rather than go back to camp, to relative safety, and then give thanks to the Lord, he stays and gives thanks where he is.  Within ear shot of the enemy.  That’s enough to impress a Klingon.

The 23rd Psalm talks about walking without fear even when facing death.  The Psalmist goes on to say, in verse 5, “You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies…”  in the very presence of our enemies the Lord provides for us.  Something I’ve had to work on along my Christian walk (and I’m probably not alone) is the concept of giving thanks in all things.  Sometimes, when I’m facing a tough situation, I forget to give thanks until I’m on the other side of it.  But I’ve learned that whatever is going wrong, there is something going right that I can be thankful for.  Whatever I have lost, there is still plenty I have that I can be thankful for.  No matter who I am up against, I still have a God who is bigger.   And one thing I’ve learned along the way: the more I’ve remembered to give thanks in the midst of trial or tribulation, the bigger the table that God has spread before me.

Gray I’m Thinking Gray or a Baby Blue

     I was watching T.V. one day about aliens having visited earth during prehistoric times as indicated by the prehistoric paintings in caves that Cro-Magnon man have left behind. There are many people who are quite firm in this belief and cite many examples.

     Submitted for your examination you come home from work and kiss your loving wife as you head towards the bedroom to get into comfortable clothes. As you pass your son’s room you notice something peculiar. You walk into the room and notice your two sons with various color markers and crayons strewn around them as they have found a new use for their bedroom wall. You sit down next to your two sons and ask “What are you guys doing?” Suddenly the dam burst with their excitement as they excitedly explain the dinosaurs trapped by the bed and the island and all the battle ships near the dresser. You laugh thinking “Oh well we wanted to paint the room anyway”. So you help them with their art work drawing planes and helicopters to aid the battleships. That is until someone , ie wife/mother, exclaims “What are you boys doing?” So busted.

     Here’s my take on the cave paintings. Daddy cave man returns from a great hunting day lots of food and skin and fur for the family and the tribe. Then after a satisfying meal of Mammoth, he grabs a stick and plays with a liquid pigment. Soon he is drawing on the cave walls of the day about the great hunt and the abundance of food. His 14 years old pubescent son who has been watching with curiosity picks up a stick and begins to mimic his father drawing weird images and everyone thought wow…uh…yea…he’s gonna grow up to be just like his dad. Thousands of years later, we find these drawing on a cave wall and say, “oh look aliens visited us.” I pick myself up from the floor and sit back in the chair as I wipe the tears away from my face as my laughter subsides.

     I was going to end this little commentary right there but I am compelled to write just one small bit. If you compared the two art forms, your child vs. early man, you would notice an uncanny similarity. Nuff said.

The Mix Podcast: Episode Zero

Today it begins!!!

The Mix moves to podcasting as we prepare to sunset the streaming audio server on the 18th. Will explains more inside this short episode, and we look forward to bringing you more in the near future!!!

For those of you who’ve been listening to the different podcast shows, here’s the links to find them to continue listening:

Star Trek Outpost:


Treks in Sci-Fi


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