Letting go of victimhood – Part 1

For the next several days I will be working on a new book project. During that time I will be posting some excerpts from the previous books. We begin with a chapter from “Bring’em Back Alive” – A Healing Plan for Those Wounded by the Church. This chapter is called “Your Bleating Heart Will Tell On You” and it deals with the uncomfortable truth that sometimes we choose to remain in victimhood. Blessings, Dave  “As scarce as truth is, the supply is always greater than the demand.”  Josh Billings In this chapter I am going to take a plunge into truth that I pray will be woven lovingly into a tapestry of humility and grace. I will confess that writing this chapter filled me with more fear and trembling than any topic I have yet tackled (except politics). I pray that my tone will reflect the spirit of the Hippocratic Oath and that I will “Do No Harm.”  If I
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It’s always somethin’

Remember the Gilda Radner character, Rosann Rosannadanna, from the early SNL days? She would always shake her head and proclaim, “It’s always somethin’.”  That is how I feel today as I am fielding e-mails from readers who are getting a weird message instead of the daily dose of Bad Christian ramblings. We recently did a little facelift (website only) and apparently something got changed in the settings. Super Webhero Robin believes he has fixed the issue and you should have a fresh-baked blog in your mailbox tomorrow. Sorry for the hassle. Thanks for caring enough to let me know. Blessings, Dave
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Hearing voices?

Newcomers to this site may not know that my primary source of income is television sports directing. Soon I will head into another season of Major League Baseball with my beloved Texas Rangers. Reading the positive reports from spring training has me excited about this season. I picked up the paper today and found a Peanuts cartoon that hit the nail on the head on a couple of levels. Peanuts creator Charles Schultz loved the Lord and loved baseball. That should qualify him for sainthood in my scorebook. This particular strip has Charley Brown standing on the mound ready for the first game of spring. Charley Brown loves baseball more than any character on the planet except my friend John Frost. Charley raises his arms in triumphant joy and exclaims, “I love the start of baseball season.” In the next panel he has a nostalgic smile and notes, “There’s a certain indescribable feeling in the air.” From rightfield Lucy decides
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Does The Jesus Family Tomb rock my faith?

I had no idea on the morning of February 26th that NBC’s Today Show had an exclusive story that they believed might rock my Christian faith. I had no idea because I join millions and millions of fellow Americans every morning by not watching the Today Show. The “exclusive” story, interestingly enough, was first reported in 1980. I guess the time-frame on exclusive is pretty wide. You would have thought that this was a startling new discovery based on the proclamations of Matt Lauer and Meredith Vieira. Here are some samples. A somber Lauer introduced the twenty-seven year old breaking story… “A shocking new claim that an ancient burial place may have housed the bones of Christ and a son. This morning a Today exclusive that could rock Christianity to its core.” He looked so sad. I guess he was concerned that he was going to mess up Easter for all of us believers. It reminded me of an episode of the cartoon
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I owe HOW MUCH????

Online banking has changed one tradition in the Burchett household. The monthly avoiding of Dad on bill paying day. The boys learned either by oral tradition or by hard lesson that when Dad was hunkered over the checkbook with a scowl on his face it was best to steer a wide path. Now with just a few computer clicks when bills come in I can spread the angst over the entire month. And somehow it seemed far more painful to write a check than to merely fill in numbers and hit send. I remember one constant source of irritation was the paying of the cell phone bills. Sons who rarely spoke could somehow fill up 2000 minutes and compose hundreds of text messages. Here is a scintillating example of the Algonquin Round Table level of interchange in these text messages.  IBHRUJPXLNTPOS…. GTRTTFN For the rest of us, this is an interpretation of the above cryptic code. I’m back.How are you?Just playing.Excellent.Parent over shoulder….got to
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