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Death Gives Way To Victory, But First We Must Deal With Death

The Sunday before Easter gives us an opportunity to deal with the dark themes related to our faith.

In order to deal with salvation, we MUST deal with death.

Jesus told his first followers about his death three times before it occurred. Three time he also shared about his resurrection on the third day. Three times they heard him but never believed the resurrection part. Resurrection sounded too good to be true.

Because Jesus’ disciples didn’t know what to make of his talk about resurrection, they were all the more surprised on the first Easter Sunday morning, bright and early, when the women came to report that Jesus was gone from the tomb.

Surprise turns into worship. When God reveals he is greater than death, we can’t help but to worship.

We don’t have the luxury of being surprised like the first followers were. But we can walk through the themes they had to wade through in order to get to that glorious first Easter.

They had to deal with Jesus’ death: the dark theme that is our focus for the Sunday before Easter.

What To Expect

  • We’ve done some elaborate things on the Sunday before Easter in years’ past, but not this year. I want us to give all of our attention to the words of Christ.
  • We are wrapping up our sermon series, “I Dare You To Believe,” this Sunday. I dare you to believe this statement: God is Greater Than Death.
  • We’re reading from John 12, with a focus for the teaching part of the service coming from verses 23-33.
  • We’ll have some special scripture reading times included in Sunday’s worship. The Gospel of John devotes about a third of his book to the last week of Jesus’ life. I think that’s good counsel for us to give more time to reading about the meaning of Christ’s cross.

How To Prepare

  • Be Present–There are some blessing you can only know through participation. Palm Sunday, or Passion Sunday, makes Easter Sunday better just as the Dark before the Dawn makes the sunlight seem brighter. To experience the contrast between these two Sundays is what makes us appreciate, all the more, what Jesus did for us.
  • Be Prayerful–Our hearts are the target for God’s message. When we’ve dressed our hearts through prayer, we are made fit to be addressed by God in worship. You know the difference between those Sundays when you came into the Lord’s House, prayed up and tuned into what God might reveal to you, and those other Sundays where the distractions of the world and the worries of this life divided your attention. Prayer that seeks to connect us to God makes being present to God a powerful resource for our lives.
  • Be Reverent–There is an enigmatic saying in the the book of Ecclesiastes: It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of everyone; the living should take this to heart. The somber times are the fertile soil for the salvation we celebrate. If every day were a festival day, then no day would seem festive at all. We willingly walk through the sad moments, with Christ, to be delivered to the glorious moments. Reverence is the best attire for the Sunday we deal with Jesus’ death.
  • Share–We shouldn’t keep Christ’s sacrifice a secret. Learning about what his death means might be the key to understanding all that Christianity means for someone on the outside. I hope you’ll find someone to share an invitation with.

The reason we are able to deal with death this Sunday is because we believe “Death Gives Way To Victory…. Because He Lives“. Death is our last and ultimate enemy, but it has been defeated. Remembering how Christ conquered the grave by surrendering to it helps us to celebrate our salvation.

And then one day, I’ll cross the river,
I’ll fight life’s final war with pain;
And then, as death gives way to victory,
I’ll see the lights of glory and I’ll know He lives!


I sure hope you can join us, but if you can’t, follow along here to keep in touch with what’s going on during this season of Resurrection.

What Do You Really Believe About Jesus? Was He A Good Man, A Moral Teacher, Or Was He Who He Said He Was: The Son Of God?

Jesus made statements that demand to be accepted or rejected, but they cannot be ignored. 

Take this one from a passage we looking at this weekend:

No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have authority to lay it down and authority to take it up again.  (‭John‬ ‭10‬:‭18‬ NIV)

Every one of us can lay our lives down, or have our lives taken from us. But who can say, “I have authority to take it up again?”

Not me!

I love reading C.S. Lewis and I trust you’ll appreciate the quote below.  He says what I’m thinking, but much more eloquently:

I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: ‘I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept His claim to be God.’ That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic—on a level with the man who says he is a poached egg—or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice.  Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronising nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity (1952; Harper Collins: 2001) 51-52.

I think I’ll choose the Falling At His Feet part. Mere Christianity is a wonderful book full of quotes such as the one above. It’s a great book to help get your mind and heart ready for Easter. 

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So What Makes For A Great Pastor’s Wife?

The month of March is Pastor’s Wife Appreciation Month. I had no idea until a few hours ago.

I appreciate my wife. I wouldn’t be much of a pastor without her. 

Funny thing about my wife: She wanted to be a pastor’s wife before I wanted to be a pastor. 

Pastors’ wives have a calling of their own.  It’s a rare woman whose heart can carry the load that a minister’s wife must carry. 

A great pastor’s wife knows about blowing bubbles. 

As a pastor, I deal with pain and loss and depression on a daily basis. The things around us have a way of becoming the trouble within us. 

As a pastor helps a family through a time of mourning, or prays with an anxious soul at the hospital, or counsels with a broken brother, he is taxed. 

  • His emotions are taxed by being emotionally present to emotional people.
  • He is spiritually taxed as he guides others through moral minefields. 
  • He is physically taxed when the program of the church keeps him going from dawn till dusk and then a little more. 

Pastors get deflated. Life and work and ministry bursts their bubble. 

A pastor’s wife knows how to keep them going and how to restore their joy and energy. A great pastor’s wife knows how to repair burst bubbles. 

A Great pastor’s wife is strong

She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. (‭Proverbs‬ ‭31‬:‭17‬ NIV)

Kristi is strong. She’s incredibly strong, but she’s not going to tell you. She’s not one to brag. 

Though she isn’t physically strong enough to open a jar of pickles, her heart is as strong as an elephant. 

It takes a strong heart to suffer with the suffering. 

It takes a strong heart to wait with the anxious. 

It takes a strong heart to believe God for the impossible.

A pastor’s wife’s heart must do all of that, and so much more. 

Without a doubt, a great pastor’s wife makes a mediocre pastor look really good!

Do I even need I say any more?

God knew I would need someone strong and wise and loving for the ministry journey. So he gave me a great pastor’s wife to so that someday I might become a good pastor. 


Hiding From Death

I’m hiding from death.

HIding in the hay

Hiding On The Exercise Bike

Part of that hiding is going to the gym while it’s still dark. The dark really has nothing to do with it. It’s purely coincidental that the sun hasn’t come up yet at the time I choose to hang out with the sweaty masses.

I don’t even go to the gym that often. Just to be honest, I missed February!  My pocketbook was faithful, but my behind wasn’t.

Hiding With The Doctor

My doctor suggested I up my hiding-from-death game through pharmaceuticals. It seems that as you get older you have to pay attention to numbers   He did some blood work, wrote me a prescription, and said come back and see me in 6 months and we’ll check your numbers. I never knew a person could have so many numbers!

Hiding In The Car

When I’m driving along and see a police cruiser I’m reminded that I’m legally obligated to hide from death. With the steering wheel in one hand, I reach across my shoulder with the other hand to grab the unfastened seatbelt, all the while trying not to swerve into oncoming traffic. I should do better. Don’t judge.

Is There Purpose In Death

I’m not delusional. Death finds us all, no matter how many miles we jog, pills we take, or accidents we avoid.

Our precautions might extend life, but they do nothing to stave off our last enemy.

Apart from death there is no life. All previous life has contributed to the humus that feeds and nurtures us.

Plants and trees and bugs have fallen so that we might have fertile soil.

Theologians, philosophers, and educators have penned their thoughts and passed along to us their wisdom.

Great hearts have shown us how to love.

Brave souls have shown us how to sacrifice.

Jesus summed it up best as he said:

“Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.”

He’s speaking of course of his own death. His death lends purpose our deaths.

For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive. (‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭15‬:‭22‬ NIV)

Life in spite of death is what Christ offers. Life beyond death is what he gives to us. Life unconquered by death and its effects is what he’s won for us.

… in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (‭Romans‬ ‭8‬:‭37-39‬ NIV)

I’ll still be hiding from death, so to speak, at the gym, at the clinic, and with my seatbelt on. But my hiding will be accompanied by believing: Believing that this life doesn’t end when our bodies quit.

I hope you’ll follow along this week as we continue to Dare to Believe. These articles find their culmination in what we share on Sunday morning.  Until then, I Dare You To Believe God’s Gift In Christ Is Greater Than Death.


You Are the Apple of Your Father’s Eye

If God loves us, then God cares for us. 

Love is not an abstraction. It’s an action. 

The greater the love, the greater the care. 

With God, love is not emotion.  It’s affection and attention and compassion and concern. 

There is a wonderful verse in the Psalms that tells us about the depth of God’s love and concern for us. It teaches us how to pray to a God who watches vigilantly over us. 

Protect me as you would protect the pupil of your eye! Hide me in the shadow of your wings! (Psalm 17:8 NET)

The Apple Of His Eye

The eye is the most sensitive part of the face. We flinch when anything comes close to our eyes and we feel great pain with every speck of dust that gets into our eyes.

God is always mindful of us. You can’t misplace an eye. It goes everywhere you go. And as soon as it’s threatened, it’s covered up and protected. 

His Beloved Brood

He also hides us in the shadow of his wings. 

I remember raising chickens growing up. On a couple of occasions a hen hatched a brood of chicks. They don’t stay chicks long. In just a month they are cranky, ugly, adolescent chickens. But it takes a lot of work on the hen’s part to get them to that cranky adolescent chicken stage. 

While they are very little, they all travel in a tight group, always huddling around their mother.  When a big scary human walks up, or a dog comes sniffing around, all the chicks retreat to the safety of the hen’s wings. The hen will open up her wings, stretch out her opinions, and provide a safe shelter for her family. 

It’s a beautiful picture of care. The Psalms point to this picture as an example of how God cares for us. 

He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. (Psalm 91:4 NIV)

Chicks and Pupils. There is no end to the ways we can try to describe God’s great love and care for each and every one of us. 

She Knew He Could Heal, But She Found Out He Cares!

I hate bugging people. If I’m going to someone’s house, I give them a call to make sure my arrival is at a convenient time. But even when I call, I’m hoping my call isn’t an interruption. Maybe that’s why I like texting and emailing. When you send a text or an email, you’re giving the recipient permission to respond in their own time. 

There was a lady in the time of Jesus that might have felt the same way about interrupting people. She heard Jesus was coming to town. She knew healings occurred wherever he went. She wanted to get close to him, but she didn’t want to bug him. 

Most of us feel that way toward people we know are busy about important matters. Who of us would call on the governor or the president and expect to gain an audience at a moment’s notice? That doesn’t happen. 

And Jesus was in town on an important errand when this unnamed woman comes into the scene. The book of Mark contains several stories within stories. It’s a wonderful literary ploy by which the anticipation for one story’s resolution is enhanced by the presence of an interloper event.  Also, both events, the main event and the interloper, work together to tell us more about the person and power of Jesus than if they were told as two unrelated events. 

I’ll stop talking about literary devices and plot techniques if you’ll go read the story in Mark 5 that begins when Jesus is called on to raise a dead girl, but heals a sick woman along the way. 

The sick woman doesn’t want to interrupt Jesus. She’s too kind to get in his way and too meek to ask for help. These are her words…

When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, because she thought, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.” (‭Mark‬ ‭5‬:‭27-28‬ NIV)

My first thought to such a plan: That’s Bold. 

My second thought: That’s Not Going To Work!

Jesus never said anything about his clothes having healing properties. We’ve seen him place spit in a guy’s eyes to restore sight. We’ve heard of him commanding waves to settle down at the sound of his voice. There was even a time he stuck his finger in a fellow’s ear to so he could hear again. But there has never been and thing about Magic Robes, until now. 

Our timid lady wants to get as close as she can to him without being noticed by him. There is crowd pressing against  him from the right and the left, and the the front and th back. The press of the people almost makes it impossible to even find Jesus. With equal parts luck and pluck, the woman finds herself in the spot Jesus would have to pass by. She secures her location and defends her square foot of property. As Jesus approaches she stretches far. She stretches hopefully. She stretches with all of her faith. And just before he is swallowed into the crowd again, he stops. Jesus just stood there. Maybe this was one of those rare times when he wore a confused look on his face. 

At the moment Jesus was touched, he knew a transfer of power was made. 

At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?” (‭Mark‬ ‭5‬:‭30‬ NIV)

I can see John and James and Peter getting a good laugh over this. 

“Ha Ha Jesus, you really are a kidder! How about we move along to the little girl’s house before they crush us in the street?”


“Well let’s do this Jesus, let’s run on along since we have a ministry appointment to make. The dead can’t raise themselves you know.”

I can hear Jesus giving an even a snarlier “NO” before looking for the woman who touched his cloak. 

You see, Jesus got completely off track to pursue this lady who merely touched him. By touching him she gained access to the healing she trusted Jesus to bring. Jesus was not diminished in any way, but he was aware that power flowed through him. He was so moved that he stopped.

But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it…Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. (‭Mark‬ ‭5‬:‭30, 32-33‬ NIV)

Jesus was a busy, important man. He was on an urgent mission to raise the dead daughter of the leader of the synogogue. The person he finds when he stops is a nobody. She is not given a name in thei story. She probably hasn’t had anyone give her the time of day since her bleeding started 12 years ago (I don’t know what her specific condition was but it would have kept her from being ceremonially clean, and consequently an outcast to polite religious society).  

I assume his stopping was a surprise to the woman. Her goal was not to bug him but to touch him. The good stuff in this story starts when Jesus finds her. 

He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.” (‭Mark‬ ‭5‬:‭34‬ NIV)

Wow, did you see that? He calls her daughter!  This nobody becomes a somebody because Christ gives her the time of day. Jesus takes the time to notice her, to speak to her, to encourage her. 

How many people come into our lives who are silently hurting, who are inwardly crunched though outwardly put together? How many friends do we have who are too insecure to tell us about the healing they need? How have we personally walked away from the source of healings because we were afraid to be exposed as having a disease?

The woman from the story is like that. And for that woman, Jesus stops what he is doing, he looks for her, and he heals her. 

She knew he could Heal, but she found out that he Cares. 

God sends us assurances of his great care for us. 

What have you seen that would convince you that God cares for you Personnaly? What could you share with a friend who feels all alone in her suffering? 

What are you reluctant to ask God for? Sure he might say No, and that’s perfectly OK. But he might be waiting on you to Ask in order to say Yes! 

I‘m glad to be here to help. Drop me a note and let me in on your story. It will help you and encourage me.

God’s Capacity to Care

The town where Kristi and I got our start in ministry had a population of about 340. I think we knew just about everyone. 

The town where we both went to high school had a population of 1335. We didn’t know everyone, but it’s a safe bet that we knew every face, even if we didn’t know every name. 

If you added up all of the people Kristi and I know, there might be a couple of thousand people on that list. That’s not too shabby, but it’s hardly a drop in the bucket compare to how many people are living on planet earth right now. 

I asked Google how many people we share our planet with. It’s an astounding 7.1 Billion! 

This figure makes me think: With all of the stuff that God has going on, how in the world does he have time for me? Or better yet, how in the Universe does he have time for me?

I asked Google another question: How many stars are in the universe. 

Google was reluctant to give up this information. Appearantly Google didn’t trust me to know what a Septillion is. 

And Google is right not to trust me with that word. So I looked up what a Septillion is. Here’s a septillion:


That’s how many stars Google says there are. I don’t have much of a basis to either confirm or contradict Google on this, so let’s go with that figure. 

So if I’m just one dude, among 7 billion other dudes and dudettes, who are floating in space around 1 star that is among 1 septillion other stars, how can God be mindful of who I am?

It makes you feel pretty small, doesn’t it?

Over the past few weeks we’ve remembered that God is Good and God is Able. This week we are focussing on what that means for us personally. 

Yes, in spite of all that God has going on, he takes a personal interest in our lives. 

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. (‭Matthew‬ ‭10‬:‭29-31‬ NIV)

We know God is Good. We believe God is Able. And according to scripture, God cares. 

God is able to keep all things going at all times, while at the same time, caring for each of us individually. 

That’s an amazing thought. I hope you’ll marvel for a moment about God’s infinite capacity to show us his love. 

God is love. (‭1 John‬ ‭4‬:‭16‬ NIV)

Love doesn’t leave us alone to fend for ourselves. It takes us by the hand, walks through life by our side, and welcomes us home at the end of our journey. 

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I’m OK With Getting More Than I Ask For!

I’m ashamed to admit this. I think this thought comes from my inner child. It’s bold enough to tell God, “I Want It My Way.”

We’re all a little preconditioned to make demands like this. Remember the Burger King Slogan: Have It Your Way!  

Burger King knows how we think. 

It doesn’t help that advertisers bombard us with messages telling us we can have what we want, when we want it, if we have the money to ge it (and if we don’t have the money they will divided up the cost into 4 payments of $19.99 so we can go ahead and get it).  

We’re an impatient people. 

We live in a microwave world. If it takes longer than three minutes to get what we want we look for other alternatives. 

So what does this do to our spirituality? How does this effect our faith? Does it hinder or help us in our relationship with God?

It’s difficult to cultivate a deep and abiding faith in Christ when we are accustomed to getting what we want, when we want it. Christ, the Word of God made flesh, the Son of God walking among us, wasn’t so privileged to have what he wanted. 

The most mature prayer in scripture is prayered by Jesus just hours before his ordeal with the cross. It reveals his desire to avoid pain. But it also shows a willingness to be connected to the purpose of God. 

 “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.” (‭Matthew‬ ‭26‬:‭39‬ NIV)

God is Good and God is Able. In fact, we saw this morning in worship that he is able to…

 …do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us. (‭Ephesians‬ ‭3‬:‭20‬ NIV)

But with that being said, there are times when we pray, and God does not answer, or he doesn’t answer in the manner we expect. 

God tells us No. What good parent hasn’t told their child No

God tells us to wait. By waiting on him we learn about ourselves, we learn about him, and we grow in our trust in him. 

And there are times that God’s answer to our urgent prayers is better than we could have imagined. 

God is Good and God is Able. These two thoughts belong side by side. They help us learn to trust God in those moments when our prayers are not answered the way we want them answered. 

The book of Hebrews tells us how this worked out for Christ. His submission to God’s will in the prayer from the garden turned into glory for us all. 

…fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. (‭Hebrews‬ ‭12‬:‭2‬ NIV)

We would do well to learn from him. Our pain is real and our concerns are legitimate, so we speak to God in prayer, casting our burdens on him. But we trust him enough to remain faithful, even when it’s painful, because we know he has something better in store for us than we can even imagine. 

 But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. (‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭2‬:‭9‬ KJV)

Just because a prayer isn’t answered, don’t stop praying. Just because God hasn’t moved, don’t stop trusting. He moves in his time, in his way, according to his good purposes, to bring us more joy than we can ask for!

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Why Doesn’t God Answer My Prayer?

When we pray, we expect something to happen. 

We want pain to be removed. We want bodies to be made whole. We want relationships to be restored. We want life to be extended. We want peace in our lives. We want our loved ones taken care of. We want protection for our family. We want anxiety to flee. Etc, etc, etc, ad Infinitum. 

We want a lot of stuff. 

But what about when God doesn’t respond to our prayers? 

That throws a kink in the whole system. We hear from friends who have their prayers answered. We read in scripture about God answering prayers there. We believe from the bottom of our hearts that he hears us and is able to act on our behalf. 

So why does God remain silent when we lift up some of our most sincere prayers?

Could it be that God is asking us to wait?

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” (‭Psalm‬ ‭46‬:‭10‬ NIV)

Waiting stinks. But when we wait with hope, we can endure just about anything. 

Could It be that God wants us to learn something during the wait? 

That was certainly the case with the Apostle Paul. He learned something about God’s grace after multiple prayers were denied. 

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. (‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭12‬:‭9‬ NIV)

Could it be that God has something better in mind?

Did you know that even Garth Brooks had this figured out a couple of decades ago?  In his song Unanswered Prayers, the chorus says:

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers. Remember when you’re talkin’ to the man upstairs that just because he doesn’t answer doesn’t mean he don’t care. Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. 

I trust God always has our best in mind. He sees all things at all time! 

He’s got the whole world in his hands!

Ju Ju’s Cajun Crawfish: A Novice Foodie Review

Since Kristi and I started doing these Foodie Reviews we’ve recieved some great suggestions for out of the way eating places. We’re working our way throught the list so if you haven’t seen one you’ve told us about, it’s coming.

This morning, we headed out for Ju Ju’s Cajundu Crawfish. Check them out on Facebook and give them a Like. We heard about them just this past week. 

I don’t know how we’ve missed this spot for the past 4 years. This is legitimate South East Texas Cajun food. 

Guess what they serve: Crawfish. 

You can have it with Corn and Potoatoes or you can have it by itself. You can have it mild or spicy.  You can have it with one of three dipping sauces (I suggest the pink sauce). 

When you cook only one thing, you better cook it well. 

Kristi reminded me about the benefits of being single minded from her days of working in her Dad’s filter shop:

Today we ate at Juju’s Cajun Crawfish  in Fannett, but my thoughts drifted west and back a few years to my dad’s filter shop. I worked there several years growing up. His shop is still in business today manufacturing air filters that are much better than the filters you get anywhere else. While the filters are the best in the business, his little shop is a bit on the run down side. If you could see the walls, you’d see taped-up pictures drawn by employees’ kids. You’d also see dates marked in permanent black ink with the number of filters made that broke the record of some other prior date. That wouldn’t be only place you’d see his handwriting on the wall. 

Juju’s Crawfish  is much the same. A cardboard flat where soft drink once were stacked now serves as a sign telling customers what kind of dipping sauces are served. Other handwritten signs on copy and notebook paper remind

Keep door closed. 

Do not block area. 

Do not enter kitchen area. 

Do not rush us. 

Please. Do not rush us. 

There was a window unit whose vent was stuffed underneath with napkins to manipulate the direction of airflow also reminding me of my dad and his philosophy that a permanent marker, hot glue and masking tape can fix just about anything. 

You won’t find a welcome mat at either place. Just like my dad’s establishment has always been focused on filter-making and little else, Juju’s is serious about serving good crawfish. And they succeed

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Being single minded does pay off. Ju Ju’s delivers the flavor!

We ordered ours spicy. Can you feel the heat coming off of this picture?

Kristi and I always check the Internet to see when a place opens its doors. We like to eat early on Fridays to avoid the lunch rush. We didn’t beat anything this morning. The locals were way ahead of us and lined up at the door. We were fortunate enough to be one of the first dozen or so patrons. Beyond that they run out of seating.

If you get there after the rush has already hit, don’t go in the door.  They have a system. They’ll take your phone number, send you back to your car to wait, and call you to come in when there’s space. This isn’t McDonald’s or Burger King. 

The crawfish are plentiful and BIG this year. I’ve heard from many that this is going to be one of the best seasons for Mud Bugs. 

Check them out sometime. You can find them at:

18277 FM 365, Fannett, Tx

Here’s a pic of two satisfied crawfish eaters. 

On a side note, if you’re in Nederland on a Friday night in the Spring of the year, Butcher’s Korner is serving up the Mud Bugs hot and fresh. You can dine in or have him fill up your cooler to take home with you. Check out their Facebook page as well.