An Everyday Kinda Question – Did Today Matter?

July 8, 2013

Did you live like your life matters? Or did you literally kill time, time you will never get back or see again. Another day of going through the motions? Survived, but not much more?

Sitting around after work listening to Fugazi left me thinking about the brevity of our time and the fleeting footprint we leave behind. How much is wishing for the past and missing the present? How much is weight from the past holding you back from trying again?

It also left me thinking about hypocrisy, the things we say and the reality of what we do. Why is that? What keeps us from seeing things through and keeping our word?

And if we’ve established that we’re not all doing what we say we’ll do, what are we doing? Where does our time go? How much of our busy schedule is busy taking care of our own desires, the wants far beyond our needs?

And for those of us who call Christ our King and declare ourselves His servants, how busy were we about the Masters work? Did you serve today? What works of faith would you offer if He called an account of your time today, time He allowed? We read the parables about the master returning unexpectedly and finding the true character of his workers, yet fail to discern the truth of those words. Most followers of Christ accept that He could return at any moment, and most would say they look forward to that day. What would He find if He were to return this hour?

How much more should we be about His work if we believe Him to be the Creator God, all knowing, all present and all powerful – the only true God? Face to face or “only” His indwelling Spirit taking account of your thoughts and actions today, should we not shudder to think of wasted time and opportunity?

Both Jesus and John the baptizer had the same message, “Repent, for the Kingdom of God in near.” If only we could grasp that truth, how might it change our lives?


Once Upon A Time – Fairytales Do Come True: Chapter Three

November 5, 2011

Cold wind cut across the park. Hungry people shoved their hands deeper into their pockets and tucked their chins into their collars. Numb feet were stomped to bring feeling back. The hot coffee quickly ran out.

The prince walked to his carriage and pulled out a thick, coarse shirt for a young man wearing nothing but a simple light shirt. When he returned to the park, he found the man standing in line for warm food. It had been a few months since they had last spoken.

A small smile was all the prince received when he warmly greeted the man. They briefly exchanged pleasantries, and the prince asked where the man had been. “Back in jail?” he joked.

“The hospital” came the reply.

The prince was not surprised. “Epilepsy or diabetes?” he asked.

The man shook his head. “Stroke.

The prince started to check in on the man regularly. He went out of his way to find him. If there was rain or high winds the prince would be up early the next day to go find the man. Soon the prince was picking the man up and bringing him to his home.

The days became colder, and the cold lasted longer. The man stayed at the prince’s house longer each visit. Then came the 13th of December.

The prince’s family baked a cake. His youngest daughter went with him to find the man. But the man was not to be found. The prince called the jailer and the physician. Neither had the man. They went all over town asking for the man. He was gone.

Unable to find him after hours of searching, the prince and his daughter went home and gave the cake to a sickly young mother – alone – caring for her sickly young child.

As darkness fell the prince build a fire and prepared to host his closest friends and family for dinner and study. However his youngest daughter insisted they travel once more to look for the man. The prince could not deny her.

After more searching on foot and by carriage – and already late for dinner – they gave up. Suddenly the prince stopped and jumped from the carriage. The man was sitting on the side of the road, sipping from a paper sack – alone.

Rushing home, the prince lit the fire while his wife went to buy a cake. Dinner was served, the Words of Life were contemplated and – with great love – cake was forced upon the diabetic man.

But the evening was complete when the youngest daughter spoke to the prince with grave concern.

“Daddy, can the man spend the night with us? No one should be alone on their birthday.

The prince smiled.

Opening Volley – How Do You Embrace Christ This Christmas?

November 2, 2011

Since the retail world has turned mind to Christmas, I suppose it’s not to early for me to start in. Jenifer actually convinced me to play Christmas music (I went with Weezer) BEFORE Thanksgiving – which I resolutely refuse to do – while we schemed our family Christmas celebration.

The core of our discussion was how we would keep Christ in the center of all our plans. Also involved were questions of how much is OK to spend on ourselves as a family. Not so much of what can we afford as what should we afford. What’s needed is the next consideration.

The plans are exciting. So far they involve going to Katie’s performance of The Nutcracker (she’s an Archangel), caroling at a retirement home, making ornaments and gifts, doing Ann Voskamp’s Jesse Tree Advent and spending Christmas Eve together in a cabin. We’re also bringing Tique back.


All you revolutionaries out there, what are your plans to celebrate Christ and not commercialism and consumerism??

Panem Et Circenses – The Wool That Is Pulled Over Our Eyes

August 14, 2011

Who doesn’t like a circus?

Ya just gotta ask: Who's the ringleader??

And a good loaf of bread, is it not the symbol of provision?

Give us this day...

But Imperial Rome found a way to pervert these two items, to use them as a sort of slight of hand – a distraction from what was really going on.

“Panem et circenses” is the Latin phrase, first used by the Roman poet Juvenal (circa 100 AD ), to demonstrate how easily people are beguiled into abdicating higher responsibilities in favor of having base needs satiated. The metaphor explains why people – as long as they had cheap food and entertainment – would let the politicians do whatever they liked.

This led to the gladiators, chariot racing, and Christians being fed to lions. Some circus…

It's all fun and games 'till someones loses an eye...or their head.

This leads me to ask about the state of the American church. Do you embody the doctrine you embrace, or have you been tricked into complacency with just enough truth and a good show on Sunday morning? Just asking the question….

Don't be fooled!!!

New Adventure

March 24, 2011

Dear Friends and Family,

I feel a little like the boy who cried “Wolf!!” Since going to Haiti last year I’ve struggled to hear God’s voice and discern how to use the gifts He’s given me. Many of you have received numerous requests for advice and funding as I wrestle with my desire to serve God with my life; however, I have recently become involved with HisStorytellers Foundation, and feel that God is speaking clearly. This exciting ministry works to tell the extraordinary stories of ordinary people serving the Kingdom of God. Their mission coincides with many of my dearest desires.

HisStorytellers trains storytellers – volunteers who shoot video and create compelling media pieces in order to build awareness and raise funds for various critical ministries. This opportunity will allow me to directly impact many issues which weigh heavily on my heart.

On May 5th, I will be joining a team from HisStorytellers on a trip to Kenya. We’ll tell the story of an African pastor and his powerful ministry. I’m thrilled to help tell the story of his battle against HIV, poverty, and spiritual darkness. The cost of my trip is $2,500 and I need your help.

I ask you to please go to and prayerfully watch the video.  I believe you will find it as compelling and as important a ministry as I did.  Then ask God what you might do.

I ask one more thing of you.  Would you please consider passing this letter along to others who may be interested in this ministry? They may be able to offer critical spiritual and financial support. We are also on Facebook and you can ask all your friends to find us there as well.

Or maybe you could forward the website to your pastor or your mission board, small group, or Christian business owner – anyone who may have a soft spot in their heart for those who sacrifice on behalf of the Kingdom of God.

If you feel lead to respond financially, you can do so on the website with a onetime gift or ongoing support.  You will have an opportunity to leave a message for the seller – please put my name there. HisStorytellers Foundation is a 501c3 nonprofit foundation and all your gifts are tax deductible.

If you want to hear more about this powerful ministry, personally call Mike at the HisStorytellers Office at 423-870-5414 or email him at

Ordinary people – Extraordinary stories. You really can make a difference!

His servant and yours,

Keith Riddle

124 Melrose Dr.

Chattanooga TN. 37421


His Storytellers Foundation         Phone: 423.870.0854 E-Mail:

Voice Of The Martyrs – Standing With The Oppressed

January 28, 2011

Sometimes it kinda comes to me all at once, an “AH HA” moment. I feel like Edison – then realize that I had only tied my shoes. The light that dawns is not a new bulb, it’s been around for a while.

Voice of The Martyrs has been serving along with the persecuted church since 1967. That’s a good six years longer than I’ve been alive, so I don’t think I’ve cured cancer when I realizes that some faith comes with a cost.

However it’s still a nice feeling when something is revealed, a truth exposed. It’s easy here in the States where faith is free and costs nothing but a little bit of time and – maybe – the willingness to wear a suit.

We take faith for granted, or at least I did. Others die for their Jesus. I want to shoulder some of their burden, pay some of their dues. I want to step up and let those who suffer persecution for Christ know that they’re not alone.

Certain governments and people fear the Gospel so much they would torture and kill to prevent its spread. I was willing to die for my country, why not my God? Who is my absolute, true loyalty to?

Hebrews 13:3 tells me that I should “Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering.”

I’m going to see what I can do. I want to stand with those who pay a high cost. My faith has a cost.

A semi-related side note: since its inception true Christianity has been the enemy of the state power. Some governments kill to stop Jesus name – others kill in Jesus name. Be sure of whom your trust is in.

Gravitational Pull – Nature, Family, And The Heart Of God

December 4, 2010

I’m not a physicist, but to my knowledge no force pulls on us stronger than gravity; in the end – it wins.

In death, gravity pulls your lifeless body to the ground to become one with it once again. We do not rest physically until gravity has been dealt with, either in bed or grave.

But we rest in the heart of God. Love is the heart of God. In Him we rest, knowing that our love for Him is complete, it is rooted in faith and made concrete through daily choices to put others ahead of self.

We know peace because we rest in the heart of God.

As we love others, we find His heart, and there is no greater gravitational pull than His love. It is the very essence of God. To be filled with love for Him and others is to be finally able to love self without ego.

To be able to love one’s self and still prefer the joy of others to that of self is to rest in the heart of God. That is where peace attends my soul. That is life more abundant. That is where joy transcends sorrow.

That’s where I walk with my God.

Newton contemplating weighty matters.

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