Sunday, December 12, 2004

Wednesday, December 12, 2004

Merry Christmas...I'm so excited about the season. Heather and I are always thrilled to put up the tree and crank out the Christmas Music. I was reading this scripture this morning, and thought it was perfect for the time of year. The Bible always reminds us where we need to be and where we need to focus our attention. Read these words of Jesus and bless him with a gift this season. Make sure you look out as much as you look in. Merry Christmas.
When Christ comes to reign as king on His glorious throne, He will say to the sheep on His right hand, "Come, you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; I was naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me." Then the righteous will answer Him, "Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You something to drink? And when did we see You a stranger and invite You in, or naked and clothe You? And when did we see You sick or in prison and come to You?" And the King will answer and say to them, "I tell you the truth, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these brothers of Mine, you did it to Me." (Matthew 25:31, 34-40)

Thursday, August 12, 2004

August 12, 2004

Happy birthday to me!!!! August 8th was my birthday. I live for birthdays. Literally. Here's the haul... From Heather: Nice framed wall arrangement of my CD "First". (Made available for you on this website under merch) I look professional now. A Party and an Incredible Hulk Cake. First rate, not on South Beach however. From My Friends Brock and Ani Gill : A creepy guy, in a bath robe, no shirt, at my front door who played a tape of them singing Happy Birthday. They were on the road and sent him in their place. He said nothing, played the tape and walked away. Stellar. Starbucks gift card from Rod and Susan..A+!
Lowe's card from my Outlaws..Clutch, as usual. Roman Candle CD from my great friend Jason. If you don't have the CD,, order "says pop"...magical lyrics, great pop melodies. One of my favorite discs of all time. Cash from my folks, golf clubs and a Nashville visit. A very campy Nashville t-shirt from J. Welch. Finally, many fine folks from around the world calling to wish me well on the day that I was born. Ain't it great? Please send all cards and gifts to Carl Cartee PO Box 112001 nashville,tn 37222
see you soon.

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Wednesday Aug. 4, 2004

Howdy there you wonderful, little, journal reader. I oft wonder why this is called the journal and not "read Carl's private thoughts". I have another journal that's full of stuff I think about, but it's all on paper and even has drawings. I like pictures and try to make the whole presentation interesting. I am a little crazy, but sometimes I write in there thinking about the time when others will read it after I die. That sounds a little morbid, but it ain't all bad to write with the end in mind.
If it's on paper or just in the memories you leave, your life is a journal. A weathered, old, well used record of who you were, how you thought and what was important to you. Every page is filled with the work of your hands, the gifts of your heart and the names of lives you changed. For better or worse and good or bad, like it or not, your journal is on display for the whole world to see. They can read it every day, see it behind your eyes and for most of us it might as well be put up on the internet. Jesus said in Luke that from the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks. A man produces good out of the good things stored up in his heart and bad out of the bad things stored up in his heart." Think about that and ask God to fill your heart.
It's no secret that one of my uncles was a notorious person, with numerous jail terms accenting a life of crime and corruption. I was present at the rainy, grave side funeral where I heard the preacher speak these words. "This man has already preached his funeral with the way he lived. Now what are you going to do with the rest of your life. What are you going to do about Jesus?"
Think about it. How does your journal read. What kind of funeral are you preaching?

peace and joy, Carl