"less of chuck..."

thinking this morning... relax, i know it's dangerous, but this is a nice thinking...

about an old buddy of mine... here's the visual: ------->

his name's chuck. kind of a large dude; i met him at Surfer's Chapel out in Huntington Beach about a zillion years ago... i think he was one of the first people i went surfing with. he had a surfboard that most people thought was big enough for two... he had a style of surfing that kind of flowed, kind of flopped, and he even had his own moves-- like the rear step-off, an arm-waving ballet-looking thing that made you wonder if he had hurt himself.

chuck would surf just about every day, and most days (especially if the sun was out), he'd "trunk it." no wetsuit. in 60-degree water, you'd see chuck out there before work, parked on that huge board of his, waiting for his one or two waves.

chuck's a quiet guy; i guess he enjoyed his moments of morning silence and (mostly) stillness... his bible was one of those big things that looked like it had been through the war; a sign that the guy wasn't falling apart inside.

so that's chuck.

i was thinking about old chuck this morning... one of the things i remember most about chuck was this phrase he used to say all the time: "more of Jesus, less of chuck." again, here's the visual...

and i was just remembering how perfect that was. ...and is. and how often i need to apply chuck's wisdom to myself. more of Jesus, less of james.