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My next "Book that changed my life" is
"See You at the House" by Bob Benson
Bob was professionally a record producer in Nashville but at heart he was a Dad and husband and really good friend of Jesus'.
He died of cancer and part of the sparkle in this world went with him.
Here is a sample of his perspective:
"A BALONEY SANDWICH"

By Bob Benson from  SEE YOU AT THE HOUSE
Do you remember when they had old-fashioned Sunday school picnics? I do. As I recall, it was back in the "olden days," as my kids would say, back before they had air conditioning.
They said, "We'll all meet at the Sycamore Lodge in Shelby Park at four-thirty on Saturday. You bring your supper, and we'll furnish the iced tea."
But if you were like me, you came home at the last minute. When you got ready to pack your picnic, all you could find in the refrigerator was one dried up piece of baloney and just enough mustard in the bottom of the jar so that you got it all over your knuckles trying to get to it. And just two slices of stale bread to go with it. So you made your baloney sandwich and wrapped it in an old brown bag and went to the picnic.
When it came time to eat, you sat at the end of the table and spread out your sandwich. But the folks who sat next to you brought a feast. The lady was a good cook and she had worked hard all day to get ready for the picnic. And she had fried chicken and baked beans and potato salad and homemade rolls and sliced tomatoes and pickles and olives and celery. And two big homemade chocolate pies to top it off. That's what they spread out there next to you  while you sat with your baloney sandwich.
But they said to you. "Why don't we just put it all together?"
"No, I couldn't do that. I couldn't even think of it," you murmured in embarrassment, with one eye on the chicken.
They insisted and said; "But we just love baloney" and so you did and there you sat, eating like a king when you came like a pauper.
One day, it dawned on me the God had been saying that sort of thing to me. "Why don't you take what you have and what your are, and I will take what I have and what I am, and we'll share it together." I began to see that when I put what I had and was and
am and hope to be with what He is, I had stumbled upon the bargain of a lifetime.
I get to thinking sometimes, thinking of me sharing with God. When I think of how little I bring, and how much He brings and invites me to share I know that I don't have enough love or faith or grace or mercy or wisdom, but He does. He has all of those things in abundance, and He says, "let's just put it all together."
When I think about it like that, it really amuses me to see somebody running along through life hanging on to their dumb bag with the stale baloney sandwich in it saying, "God's not going to get my sandwich! No, siree, this is mine!" Did you ever see anybody like that - so needy - just about half-starved to death, yet hanging on for dear life. It's not that God needs your sandwich. That fact is, you need His chicken!
Well, go ahead - eat your baloney sandwich, as long as you can. But when you can't stand its tastelessness or drabness any longer, when you get so tired of running your own life by yourself and doing it your way and figuring out all the answers with no one to help; when trying to accumulate, hold, grasp, and keep everything together in your own strength gets to be too big a load; when you begin to realize that by yourself you’re never going to be able to fulfill your dreams. I hope you'll remember that it doesn't have to be that way.
You have been invited to something better, you know. You have been invited to share in the very being of God."