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Well, you can call me Tony Splendorburk. Because I meet the criteria for that title. And it took me a long time to earn it. So I’m gonna own it. That means this post is gonna contain a lot of me me me talk. But it’s really not about me.Really.
First, a little back story.
I’ve already lived over six decades. And I’ve got the silver/gray hair and the extra lines in my face to prove it. And that’s the criteria for my “Splendor” title I mentioned.
Wow, six decades. It seems like only last week I learned what a decade was and then mentioned to my grandparents that I was “a decade old” on my tenth birthday. Time flies when you keep getting up and having coffee every morning.
Anyway. Back to me me me.
Over the course of those six decades I’ve experienced some awesome and some awful stuff. I’ve traveled across the United States multiple times. And I’ve sung thousands of songs thousands of times for hundreds of thousands of people. I’ve made lots of friends. And I’ve seen most of them turn away once I decided to follow my Christian faith more boldly.
And I’ve witnessed many family and other loved ones die along the way.
I’ve written books, songs, poems, and articles for fun AND for profit. Yeah, at times I’ve made mucho moolah. And other times I’ve struggled to make ends meet. I’ve met and shaken hands with some famous people. And I’ve had some brushes with fame myself. Thankfully they were only brushes and not hammers.
But no matter how many awesome, or awful, things I’ve done or seen, it’s all gonna be like the flower of the grass one day. Mowed, raked, burned, and forgotten. Unless I go to Heaven.
And I’m going to Heaven.
Because the Creator of all life on Earth made a way I could do that. And He made it possible to live forever. AND He gives every person the freedom to choose whether to go there or not. But only a fool would choose not to go there.
And when I go to Heaven, most of what I did, here on Earth, will be like the flower of the grass, withered and forgotten. Because it didn’t mean anything.
But what won’t be burned up or forgotten will be the things I said and did that pointed to God. The poems and songs I wrote for Him. And the times I talked about Him to anyone who would listen. Yeah, those things will, forever, be part of who I am.
So, see how this post isn’t just about me me me?
It really all led to sharing how the same is true for YOU. And it’s all in your hands to choose. But you have to choose while you’re still here on Earth. One millisecond after your last breath will be too late to choose. So, choose wisely, grasshopper.
You can’t run away from real truth.
And every word of truth is a knife.
So, cut free. And choose life.
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