I'm dying, so i'm writing my own eulogy

not anytime soon, but, yes, i am dying. you see, i have this condition that there has no cure. and i am hopeless to fight it. my condition is called humanity. and my demise is because of the side effects of this thing called sin.

sorry for the heart stopping title, but now that i've got your attention, let me tell you what has been on my heart lately.

one of my best friends, and most loved people in the whole world has lost 2 people that she loved dearly in the last month. both to cancer. a guy that i work with is watching his wife slowly lose that same battle. the girl who lives next door to me is suffering from kidney failure and is waiting for a transplant, and she has only been home 6 days of the new year so far. and now, she has to sit around dying, praying that someone else that matches her blood types and other factors has a bad accident and dies, and is also a donor so that she can live. how bad would that suck? i can't even imagine being in that position. and, my mother just had double by-pass surgery.

where is God in all of this? why does He let these things happen? Why doesn't He just save us all?

how many times have i posed these questions to God? the best answer that i can give is this. death, sickness, pain, and heartache are all in this world because of sin. we live in a fallen world. full of sin. and the wages of sin is death. so, hey, i guess that since i am a sinner (even though saved by grace), one of these days, i'm going to get paid. unless Jesus comes back before payday, or i go out like elijah (and really, how cool would that be?). no matter if i lose weight and take better care of myself. i'm still dying. (that's no excuse to not take care of yourself by the way) but it's true.

i heard a song today. one of the lines really caught my attention. it said "i wish this moment wouldn't be me dying, but me spending a little time with you" that is the kind of attitude that i want to have.

so, if i die, i don't want it to be an event that is devastating to people. i don't want people mourning me for months and months. i don't want people being angry at God because He took me. i don't want my funeral to be a mourning of my DEATH, i want it to be a celebration of my LIFE. i want people to be thankful to God that He allowed me to be in their lives for however long it was.

and honestly, if remembering me makes your teardrops fall, then please, don't remember me at all.

i want to be remembered as a man who loved God more than his own life. a man who loved his wife with every ounce of my being. a man who cherished my children so much that i sacrificed all i had to make them happy and gave all that i could to lead them to Christ. a friend who could always seem to make you smile. give that encouraging word when you needed it. and help you learn to hear from God for yourself. the minister that cried with you, laughed with you, prayed with you, worshiped with you and tried his best to leave you with something to think about. the singer who could move you with his spirit as much as his voice. and the writer who wrote the things that you just couldn't seem to put into words.

let that be my eulogy. to live is Christ, but to die is gain. and, while i don't want to die, i don't want to be mad when it happens :)

these are just a few things that have been on my mind lately.
much love
theoldmusicbox

NEVER EVER mess with a Davis

this is my cousin. you never ever, ever want to mess with a Davis.

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have a nice day

ozzy osbourne comes to town!

for those of you that don't know it, one of the things that i do to help pay the bills is to be the d.j. at a local rodeo in waynesville, oh. that being said, this last weekend, ozzy osbourne and his family came to visit us!

ok, at the expense of sounding like a name dropper, i have to say that i actually felt like i was being punked when they told me last wednesday that they were coming. i was like, yeah, sure, ozzy osbourne is coming to hang out with the bumpkins in no-where-ville ohio. right. well, it ended up being true. it was actually pretty neat.

i must admit, like most true children of the 80's, i use to be a huge ozzy fan. i owned blizzard of oz, no rest for the wicked, tribute to randy rhoades, and many other ozzy albums. yes, in all of my 80's hair metal glory, i use to bang my head to the sounds of his albums.

and of course, like all aspiring singers, i enjoy watching america's got talent, and my children adore sharon osbourne. so when i found out they were coming, i was like "wow" but i wasn't suppose to tell anyone so i tried to keep it under wraps.

they were actually really nice and genuine. not at all like you would expect. and i must admit, it was neat to be that close to people that you feel like you've known for years because you see them on t.v.

at the end of the day, they were just normal people. just like us. kind of makes you think about some things. normal people like me. what an impact they have made on the world. be it good. be it bad. you'd have to go to a remote spot in a jungle far far away to find someone that doesn't know that ozzy bit the head off of a bat. i'd say that even the amish know who ozzy osbourne is.

one person. one normal person just like me. full of good. full of bad. full of desires. love for his family. fear for his children's wellbeing. just like me. and it makes you wonder. if he can make that kind of impact on the world. why not me.

the answer is simple. he did something. he chased his dream. whether you like him or not, agree with him or not, you have to admit that because he chased what he believed, the world knows what he believes.

what is our excuse?

i challenge you today. make a difference in those that you can. not an excuse for what you won't do.

much love
theoldmusicbox