So Dang Good-Looking? :)

So. What’s happening in your little world?

Me? Life continues. And I am glad.

Conner is driving now. Casey is blossoming. Michael is getting ever closer to his drivers license—Can you understand when I say I am insurance poor? Max is going to be our ladies man. Kyle is in nursing school.

Becki is working harder than anybody I know to build a real estate business all while being an amazing wife and mother. She wears me out just watching her.

And me? I am working this real estate gig as hard as I know how. I am trying to write. And I have applied for more jobs than you can shake a stick at. Government jobs. Retail jobs. Preaching jobs. Laborer jobs.

I have not had much luck in the job market. Most of the time they say I am over qualified. Personally, I think I am so dang good-looking that I intimidate potential employers.

You believe that, don’t you?

I have had a phone interview with a preacher search committee for a church really close to home. I have a great hope that I’ll get asked for a follow-up interview.

My preaching calendar was so empty for several months, but suddenly there are lots of speaking opportunities—every Sunday in January is scheduled. I am speaking twice thus far in February—one of them is at a Saturday seminar on Child Abuse in Somerset, PA. No traveling involved—it will be done via Skype.

For the most part, my message is one of hope in the midst of doubt; triumph in the thrall of pain. If I can help your church organization, I’d love to do so. Ministry is in my blood and preaching is my passion.

Yes, life continues. Change occurs. Difficulties arise. Sometimes it can be overwhelming. And sometimes it can be life affirming.

That doesn’t mean the bad somehow wasn’t or isn’t painful. To the contrary.

And yet?

I will go to my grave with unanswered questions, yes. But I will also go to my grave determined to not be consumed by them.

I will go to my grave as the recipient of more beauty and grace than I could ever deserve. I will one day die very happy to have lived this life.

And that my friends is the state of my life at this moment in time.

I am so glad I get to share it with you.

Before I go, take a look at this link for my latest post on Wineskins…

Be a blessing; be blessed!

Les Ferguson, Jr.


The Morning Fog

One day this past winter, Becki and I took an hour long walk down an old gravel road not far from our house.

It is a narrow road with hardly enough room for two cars to pass in most places. It winds and twists through hills and gullies and steep ravines. The trees tower over both sides of the road, creating a sunlight canopy in places.

It is one of my favorite places to walk or run. Very quiet and secluded. In fact, I can only remember meeting somebody on that road a very few times–mostly during deer hunting season.

I get a sense of peace and tranquility from the beauty of God’s creation on display. Wildlife is plentiful on this road. We’ve seen deer, turkey, and even a bobcat or two.

But on this particular day I was hurting. Enough so that I actually started this blog post, but got no further than a blank document with a two word title attached to it, although not the same title you see now.

Life is so extremely transient.

Planned changes/ directions often take a far different and unexpected tack.

Unplanned or unprepared for changes can not only take the wind out of your sails, but also leave you floundering at best or sinking at worst.

Like I said, life is so extremely transient.

Some of you who read this have the ability to look backward and see exactly how your life took shape as planned accordingly. And that’s a blessing.

Others of us look back at our lives and wonder how we got here–maybe we marvel at the unexpected while appreciating just how things developed. Certainly there can be a blessing in that.

And still others of us thought we had a plan and were working it. But then, the hull of our ship sustained massive damage. As we sink, we can’t help but wonder where the blessing is in that…

One of my blessings is the renewed ability to live in the moment. At least better than I did before. I still struggle with wanting security. I still wrestle hard with patience and wanting to know how God is going to make all of this work out now!

But, I am much more cognizant of the transitory nature of this earthly existence. I try to relish the moments where joy is found.

Things change.

Sometimes to our benefit.

Sometimes not.

Sometimes we can anticipate the changes.

Sometimes not.

Regardless, change is coming to your life and to mine.

As I write this, one of my closest friends, another long time preaching buddy, is sitting with his father, waiting on the Heavenly Father to call his Dad home. Awaiting one of the biggest changes in both their lives. There will be tears. There will be the knowledge of God’s presence. (If you will, pray for the family of Bill Huggins)

Change happens.

On that late winter walk referenced above, we found an old homestead off the road and in the woods.

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I wonder who once lived there.

I wonder what changes occurred in their lives.

I wonder how a place of hearth and home gets abandoned and slowly reclaimed by nature.

And I am reminded of the words of James 4:14, How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. (NLT)

As David Bowie once said, Turn and face the strange changes… 

Life can be stranger than fiction. But be sure, change is coming, somehow, someway.

May your change be blessed.

Thanks for reading.

Les Ferguson, Jr.