Here's Pastor
Dave McDowell's weekly devotional that he sends out to members of his church.
Dave is my brother and serves as the Music Minister at Stewartstown UMC in PA.
Maybe, it's because I don't look good in orange.
I'm not sure of the
reason,
but this I
know.....
I am not a
hunter.
Now, mind
you,
I don't have anything against
hunters or hunting.....
I'm just not a card carrying
member.
I remember the annual 4 day
trek
to the hills of central
Pennsylvania
with my dad and his hunting
buddies.
As much as I liked being with my
dad,
these were not my favorite
memories.
Maybe, it was the middle of the night
wake up call.
There was something about the
3:30am wake up
call,
that was not conducive to the
lifestyle of a 13 year old.
When I asked why we needed to get
get up so early,
my dad would
say,
We need to get to the best
spot in the woods,
before the deer start
moving.
Best spot in the
woods?
What was
this....
Wal Mart on Black
Friday?
As an early
teen,
I don't remember waiting in lines
to get into the woods.
It seemed to me like there was
plenty of room.
Maybe, it was the lovely late November
weather.
Nothing says "let's go stand out
in the woods"
like 36 degrees and
drizzle.
It was never 45
degrees
the Monday after
Thanksgiving.
I couldn't even count on it being
dry.
No, it was always 36 degrees and
drizzly.
Opening day weather was more
predictable
than the Farmers
Almanac.
I could have taken snow, hail, or
even a solar eclipse,
but bone chilling rain
was a bit too
much.
Oh, if global warming had only
been around
when I was
13........
Maybe, it was that my feet would turn into
blocks of ice.
By 5:30am,
I had lost all circulation in my
feet.
In later decades,
I think this would have been
termed child abuse,
but in those
days,
it was just male
bonding.
It's not that I
complained.........much.
I tried every type of insulated
boot.
A last ditch effort at battery
powered
heating socks
failed.
I was resigned that upon return
home,
the diagnosis would be severe
frostbite
and that I would only have days
left in my life.
But I think the real reason that I am not
a hunter,
was the question.
When you are sitting out in the
woods for hours,
you have time to
think.
When I wasn't thinking about
how tired I
was,
or how damp and cold I
was,
or how I had lost all feeling up
to my knees,
I thought about
this....
what would actually happen if I
actually did kill a deer?
And so, I finally asked my
dad.
It was his answer that changed the
course of my life forevermore.....
Well, first you flip 'er
over......
then you rip 'er
open.....
then you gut
'er.......
and then you fling 'er over
your shoulder,
and you carry 'er over the
mountain.
As my core body temperature dipped
to dangerous levels,
I thought about that
answer.
And I realize
something....
there was not one thing on that
list
that I liked.
It was then that I emptied my
gun
and I knew that my life was headed
in a different direction.
I had a great
dad.
He just wasn't prepared for a son
who would become a musician.
Deer hunter, ball player......he
could relate.
Musician.....no, at least not
right away.
I had to BEG for three years to
take piano lessons.
I knew at an early age that music
was my passion.
It took my dad a few years to
catch on.
I believe our heavenly
Father
gives us passions and gifts for
reasons.......
to use
them.
Many young people dread piano
lessons
like I dreaded hunting
trips.
When we are connected into our
giftings,
it is then that we come alive to
experience the joy of who we are.
Sometimes you have to
experience
what you don't
like,
before you find what you do
like.
Often you have to feel the no,
before you find the yes.
Giftings come in many
colors,
some more vibrant, others more
subdued.
But when it is your
gifting,
it is the best color for
you.
Every deer hunting
season
I remember back to those few
years
when I would be miserable for 4
November days,
and I smile.
I just don't look good in
orange.
May you find your true
colors
as you live out the passion that
God has given to you.
He handed out gifts above and
below,
filled heaven with His
gifts,
filled earth with His gifts.
He handed out gifts of apostle,
prophet,
evangelist, pastor-teacher to train
Christians
in skilled servant work, working
within Christ's body, the church,
until we're all moving rhythmically
and easily with each other,
efficient and graceful in response to
God's Son,
fully mature adults, fully developed
within and without,
fully alive like
Christ.
Ephesians 4:11-13 The Message
translation
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