Four Aces


I had an interesting dream last night. The scene was 1950’s era black and white. I was some how playing golf and poker at the same time with a couple of shady gangster types. It was the 18th hole and I had an impossible chip shot that I had to hole to win. The ball was stuck behind a rock. I hacked it with a sand wedge and it went about 10 feet. I should have used a toe wedge.

Meanwhile, at the poker table I had been dealt three aces and the bet was 2100 dollars. That was all I had so I went all in. My last card was another ace! The bet was 500 hundred more but I was broke. I asked if I could use a credit card. The dealer used a old black “rotary phone” to charge five hundred to my card. I called the bet. Strangely, instead of revealing our cards to see who won the two gangsters and I went to get something to eat.

I kept my four aces in my pocket while we ate at a nice “gangster type” restaurant. (Think Goodfellas)

When the meal was finished I was anxious to get back to the poker table to reveal my four aces. On the way back I somehow got separated from the two gangsters and arrived back at the poker table alone only to find the janitor cleaning the place up. The two gangsters never came back. Since we had no cell phones I had no way of calling them.

So, if you see two men wearing Ricky Ricardo baggy suits and fedoras tell them I am looking for them. I don’t know their names but I am pretty sure I saw one of them on the Dick Van Dyke Show.

I think I might need to stop eating before I go to bed at night.


This is OUR Flag


This is OUR flag. It is not a white flag. It is not a black flag. It is not a brown flag.  It is the American flag. It is our flag.

White men and women have died defending this flag. Black men and women have died defending this flag. Brown men and women have died defending this flag. It is our flag.

When we stand side by side beneath this flag we are not black, white or brown Americans, we are simply Americans. This flag does not divide us, it unites us.

America is not a perfect place. As Americans we must continue to call out injustice and seek to right wrongs. No other nation in history has done more to repent of and rectify the sins of our past. Our flag represents the freedom and obligation that we have to do just that and when that flag is raised and our National anthem is sang,  Americans should stand.

When someone disrespects this flag they disrespect us all. This is OUR flag.





A Man in a Yellow Vest Holding a Sign


I normally spend a large portion of my days crisscrossing the highways and byways of east Dallas and Kaufman county, Texas. And even though I am a Texan through and through, and I have often been accused of being somewhat “country” I have never been able to master the art of “moseying around.” I don’t mosey. I usually feel like I need to hurry even when I have no particular place to be at any certain time. If I am ever late for anything you better send someone to look for me because something unexpected has happened. So, seeing a man in a yellow vest holding a sign is not one of my favorite sites. For the life of me I just cannot understand why these people do not know that I, Randy Franklin, am going to need unimpeded access to this roadway on this date at precisely this moment. If anything, why aren’t they using those flags and cones to direct the giant RV and the blue haired septuagenarian to the shoulder so I can zip on through and meet my self imposed deadline.

My usual reaction to seeing a man in a yellow vest holding a sign is a loud sigh, a rolling of my eyes, a lifting of my hands toward heaven and an occasional steering wheel pound, followed by literal minutes of heart racing anxiety as I search my heart for the sins that have brought this curse upon my life.

Lately I have noticed that this approach has not been adding a lot of joy and light to my daily commutes so I decided to try another approach. I took a deep breath, turned the ac to high, cranked up some tunes on the radio, looked out the window at the beautiful day that the Lord had made and said a little prayer for that poor man having to wear that yellow vest and hold that sign.

My Old Jacket

jacketFirst of all let me say that I do not usually form emotional attachments to inanimate objects. To me, stuff is just stuff, to be used until it is no longer functional or beneficial to my existence. But with Fall just around the corner I have to say that I am somewhat saddened by the forced retirement of my beloved jacket. The rolled up sleeves that were always to long for me, have literally rotted off, as has the sweat stained collar. Quite simply, it just doesn’t have another Winter left in it.

This old jacket has kept me warm through many hours of work and countless miles of travel. Many of my most pleasant memories were made while wearing this old jacket. From sea to shining sea, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer she was always faithful.

From humble beginnings on an Old Navy clearance rack this simple cloth jacket rose through the ranks to become my #1 go to outer wear. Light enough to be comfy even when driving, roomy enough for a hoodie underneath when needed, this jacket could do it all. Just enough pockets to house the essentials, phone, keys, billfold, sunglasses and even a firearm when necessary, this jacket was an absent minded mans dream companion. Not exactly a fashion statement yet able to adapt to almost any social setting this jacket knew no boundaries. She was a star, a jacket among jackets. Many a challenger came and went, unable to steal her crown, unable to compete with her unmatched adaptability and comfort.

Doubtless, others will seek her position and prestige. The path forward will not be easy. On those days behind the wheel when I feel cramped and bound up by some bulky “coat” or when I stand shivering in some light weight girly “wind breaker,” with a tear in my eye I will recall the days of wonder when you held me tightly.

Good bye sweet friend. I pray that Kim don’t throw you away. If she does, I pray that if there is a jacket in heaven, you will wait for me, and I will see you again.

Once Upon a Time in America


One upon a time God blessed America

One upon a time America believed in God

One upon a time we believed His Son Jesus was the Savior of the world

One upon a time the Bible was the Word of God

One upon a time Ministers preached the Bible

One upon a time some things were sin

One upon a time people repented when they committed those sins

One upon a time the Ten Commandments were not offensive

One upon a time our colleges were established to train ministers

One upon a time people prayed at school, at sporting events, graduations, and even beside their beds at night

One upon a time boys were boys and girls were girls

One upon a time boys and girls grew up, fell in love, had sex and had babies, in that order

One upon a time “baby daddies” married “baby mommas”

One upon a time marriage was for life

One upon a time husbands loved there wives and wives respected their husbands

One upon a time Dads taught their sons how to be men and Moms taught their daughters how to be ladies

Once upon a time a man who didn’t work and provide for his family was not a man

One upon a time we knew that no one owes us anything, including the Government

One upon a time we just wanted to be free to make our own way

One upon a time our word was our bond and a handshake was our contract

One upon a time we were embarrassed when we were late or didn’t do a good job

One upon a time we obeyed laws and respected authority

One upon a time there were words that you were not supposed to say and some things you were not supposed to do

One upon a time singers really sang, musicians really played and comedians could make us laugh without being vulgar

Once upon a time you had to have talent to be a star

One upon a time you could watch the news to find out what really happened

One upon a time the whole family could watch TV together

One upon a time there were things we would die for

One upon a time there were ideals we sought to live up to

One upon a time we knew that life was a gift from God and that all life was sacred from the womb to the grave

One upon a time we believed that we would all stand before God one day and give an account for the way we had lived

One upon a time people came to America to become Americans

One upon a time God blessed America

One upon a time in a land far away…America was great


Philippians 2:15 so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky .

Well, here we are, 2016. I am expecting and believing God for a great year. We are living in some amazing times and it will no doubt be an eventful year. In spite of the crazy times in which we find ourselves living, I truly believe God has great plans for His people in the midst of a troubled world.

I love the start of a new year because it offers great opportunities to reflect on the previous year and to make needed changes in our lives. Many of us use this time to make New Years resolutions. But sadly, although our enthusiasm may be high and our commitment real, we often fail. Trust me I have known the “agony of defeat.”

As I pondered my newest list of resolutions this year it struck me that perhaps we so often fail because we start at the wrong place. Invariably, we make commitments to change outward actions when maybe we should start on the inside. Matthew gives us a good hint as to where we might start.

Matt.6:33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 

As I prayed about the new year the word that kept rolling around in my spirit was the word pure. The word pure means “without any extraneous and unnecessary elements.” What if in 2016 we got rid of all the unnecessary things in our lives? Things that aren’t making life better or drawing us closer to God. Unnecessary attitudes, habits, desires, thoughts.

Pure also means “free of any contamination.”

What if we got real honest with ourselves and admitted that some things we are doing are just wrong and we need to quit doing them. Now!

Hebrews 12:1 tell us to “lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.”

Another definition of pure is be “perfectly in tune.” What if we just decided to get “in tune with God. What if we simply let Him be God and we just followed him and obeyed His word. What if we turned loose of the reins and let God lead us?  What if we just committed ourselves to being pure? Pure in body. Pure in mind. Pure in heart. Pure in spirit.

To be pure in body we must take control of what our body is doing.  It seems that under the guise of modernism, tolerance and a misunderstanding of grace that people are  allowing themselves to do things that God has said we are not to do. The Apostle Paul tells us in I Cor. 6:12 You say, “I am allowed to do anything”—but not everything is good for you.” What he is basically saying it that just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Just because God doesn’t strike us down every time we sin does not mean that he approves and he certainly will not bless sinful behavior.

I Thessalonians 4:4 tells usthat each of you should learn to control your own body in a way that is holy and honorable.” Friends, it matters what we do, where we go and how we act. God has called us to be pure in body.

To be pure in mind we must take control of how we think and what we think about.  What we fill our minds with affect our thinking. Ask yourself what do you think about. There is a powerful quote that says:

“Watch your thoughts, they become words;
watch your words, they become actions;
watch your actions, they become habits;
watch your habits, they become character;
watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

What we fill our minds with will determine what we become. We must renew our minds daily with God’s word and take every thought captive and make it obedient to Christ. We must take control of our thought life instead of letting our thoughts control us.

Jesus said in Matthew 5:8 “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God” What does it mean to be pure in heart?”The heart is where thoughts, desires, will, understanding, and character reside. So, to be pure in heart means to be blameless in who we actually are. A pure heart has no hypocrisy, no guile, no hidden motives. A pure heart is transparent and has a desire to please God in all things. It is more than a purity of behavior; it is a purity of soul.

The spirit is where things like unforgiveness, regret, jealousy, selfishness, anger, and malice can reside. To be pure in spirit we must allow the Spirit of Christ in us to set us free from these thing, to renew that childlike innocence and belief in our spirits.

Let’s be honest, we live in a very crude and vulgar culture and as we walk through this world on a daily basis some of that dirt inevitably sticks to us. Just like the great King David who God Himself described as a man after His own heart failed at times, we too sometimes fail. But, when we do, let us also be like David and humbly cry out to a merciful God. The only way we can be truly pure in heart is to give our lives to Jesus and ask Him cleanse and empower us to walk in newness and purity.

Psalm 51….2 Wash me clean from my guilt.
    Purify me from my sin.

10 Create in me a clean heart, O God.
    Renew a loyal spirit within me.

What could God do in us and through us this year if God imputed and God created purity in our lives was our resolution and our desire?


I Still Believe in Fairy Tales


We are living in perilous times. Every day we read about new atrocities happening around the globe and sometimes in our very own communities. The institutions and systems we once trusted in seem to be crumbling right before our eyes. And all the while, the sacred and true things that could shine as rays of hope in a dark world are mocked and degraded.

What we are left with is a culture that has become desensitized  and cynical.We live in a world where even the holiest of holies, the creator of all things, God Himself, is often treated like a fictional character and his Holy Word likened to fables.  Sadly this cynical and unbelieving attitude can also be found sitting on church pews and even behind pulpits. Our world has changed. Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore.

I saw as sign once that read, “You live what you really believe.” I wonder sometimes if we would live the way we do if we “really believed” what God’s word says. Do we really believe that God is a holy God and that he has clearly said that some things are sin. Have we even bothered to check and see what He has said about the hot button issues of our day like abortion, immorality, marriage, and homosexuality just to name a few? Have we become so jaded and cynical that we have downgraded our GOD to simply god. Do we still believe in an all powerful miracle working GOD that can do anything or have relegated Him to a fictional bearded old guy riding around on a cloud, oblivious and out of touch with mankind. Is the Bible still the book of all books, the sacred text, the very Word of God or just a cleverly concocted manuscript filled with entertaining stories and fables. If actions prove anything we would have to conclude that, to many it is all just a fairy tale.

Call me childlike in my faith if you will but I still believe that Adam and Eve had a good gig going on until they went to snacking on junk food. I still believe Noah built a big boat. I still believe the honeymoon wasn’t over for an old man and woman named Abe and Sarah. I still believe Moses wasn’t kidding. I still believe Samson was one “bad” dude. I still believe David proved that “the bigger they are the harder they fall.” I still believe that a teenage girl had a baby before she ever had sex. I still believe that baby could grow into a man and never sin. I still believe that man healed the sick, opened blind eyes, fed the hungry and raised the dead. I still believe that that man was beaten, mocked, spat upon and crucified. I still believe He died and they placed Him in a borrowed tomb and on the third day he arose and He is alive today! I believe this man’s name is Jesus and He is God. I still believe Jesus loves me.

I also believe a few other things that might seem strange to some. I believe that marriage is between a man and a woman. Marriage is meant to be for life. You should not have sex before you are married. Men should work. Friends should be faithful. You should always tell the truth. Honesty is not the best policy it is the only acceptable policy. I believe in freedom of choice. It is your choice to have sex or not. If you choose to have sex and you get pregnant you can choose the babies name. Then you can get busy being a mom and a dad. I believe human courts can’t overturn God’s decisions. I believe that Jesus is the only Savior of the world and he will forgive and save anyone who will call upon His name in faith.

Many today would say that I am unhinged and delusional, a simpleton living in an imaginary world, a world of fairy tales. If that is what people want to think of me than let me once and for all set the record straight.

I still believe in fairy tales.

1 Corinthians 1:18 (NLT)  The message of the cross is foolish to those who are headed for destruction! But we who are being saved know it is the very power of God.