And the Oscar goes to....

I had kind of an ironic moment tonight.  I had been planning on coming home after church tonight and catching whatever I could of the Oscars.  It's not ever been a huge deal to me, but I usually get a kick out of the pomp and circumstance of it all.  The flashy musical numbers and funny skits are amusing to me.  Then it came to the part of the show where they remember all of the people in "the business"  that have passed away in the past year.  And as I watched it was almost as if I could hear....John Jones, Cynthia Fry, Jack Dale......, but they never came.  Yes, those celebrities really did pass, and I'm sure that their families really miss them.  But, it just hit me how far removed from all of that "stuff" I really am.  All those movies and accolades that these others had accumulated don't even compare to the value that my dad, Cynthia, and Jack added to the lives of those around them, and more importantly, how they contributed to the Kingdom.  My dad's name may never be mentioned from any stage, or recognized on national T.V., but that's ok.  He never cared about those people anyway (hollywood type).  The only person's he cared about was God's, and he worked very hard at pleasing his Lord, and I'm sure he's receiving his reward.