Just got my oldest son off to school and thought I would attempt to post on my blog... My computer has been acting strange over the past several weeks and has not allowed me to do much of anything. When I get to the office I can never find time (or remember) to blog. We'll see how this morning goes...
There's really no way to try to catch up on what's been happening so I'll just share about today. It's been a good morning... in fact most every morning has been good. I get up early to get my oldest up & moving & ready for school. He and I have spend some quality time together during this time... On occasion my wife and I will switch and she'll let me sleep in a little and she'll get him off school. I am thankful for this alone time with my son.
It makes me wonder if God feels much the same way when I devote time to him... Is it hard for me to think that GOD would want time like this with me? It used to be. It seems that as my relationship with God has grown time like this just seems more natural. I actually believe that God is with me no matter where I go, or how I feel. What I have discovered with my son is that the more quality time I spend with him the more he and I both seem to want it... almost like we are drawn to one another (I love that feeling). This is so much the way I experience God as well.
In the book of Hebrews (in the Bible), chapter 10; verse 22 begins "...let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith,..." I have discovered that God is always near and ready to embrace me... I tend to be the one that pulls away.
How about that... My computer worked!

Finally got a good nights sleep... I started feeling ill last Wednesday, was even worse on Thursday, went to the doctor on Friday, began feeling better on Saturday, felt okay but tired on Sunday, and only this morning feel like I'm better. Even though I practically slept through Wednesday evening thru Saturday I didn't feel rested. At least toward Saturday afternoon I was able to walk out of house for a little while... if I wasn't dealing with a real fever, it was cabin fever!
I've got to take the opportunity to brag on my wife for the wonderful way she took care of everything while I was down. What a Woman! Not only did she take care of me, but she worked her job at the school Thursday & Friday, babysat on Thursday, managed our own three kids, took care of the house, mowed the grass, stored away the window AC units, accomplished laundry, and no one missed a meal (except for me, but I wasn't eating). You know what I'm going to do for her... Anything she wants.
My devotional reading dealt with the importance of developing relationships... and however inconvenient this process may be for us in our lives it is important. Then my Scripture reading took me to Genesis, chapters 32-33. In these chapters I read of Jacob returning to see his brother Esau. Jacob is terrified of meeting his brother face to face for fear and guilt of how he had treated his brother so many years earlier. Jacob creates almost a parade of gifts sent ahead to "pacify" his brother and to calm his brother's potential anger. Finally they meet and Esau embraces Jacob, throws his arms around him, and gave him a kiss. And then the Bible says they wept together. Esau was not interested at all in the attempts to buy off his love... what he desired was the relationship.

Over the past week I have been feeling... well, uncomfortable. I have consistently found myself in positions and situations that I've had to ask myself, "How in the world...?!" Take for instance just tonight... I went to a local seminar that was dealing with embryonic stem cell research and a new constitution amendment that is trying to be passed here in Michigan called Proposal 2. I'm not in favor of embryonic stem cell research, but I did not know enough to explain why. So I went to this seminar. The impression I received from the very start was that if you opposed this type of research it was due to your ignorance and moral or religious beliefs, which had nothing to do with the research. I came away feeling somewhat angry at the way personal values were pushed to the side. I gave my questions and the answers were politically charged.
I think of the followers of God and the many uncomfortable positions they found themselves as recorded in the Bible. There was a reason God had them in that time and place. Perhaps for me it is to become even more knowledgeable about what is happening in the world around me. Could He possibly use me to make a difference and influence this world... will I allow Him too?

I can't sleep. Ever have one of those nights? My mind is wide awake and my eyes are not tired... all of this and without caffeine, go figure!
I had one of those frozen in time moments again this evening. I was on my way to a meeting at the Salvation Army around 6:45 PM. As I drove north on Michigan Avenue I past a young boy; I'm guessing about the age of 10. The boy was standing on the sidewalk with his bike (the kickstand held up the bike). On the sidewalk next to the boy's feet was a dark green backpack that looked as though it was packed full of something. Whatever was in the backpack was obviously heavy to the boy. He would attempt to pick it up only to drop it back to the ground after only lifting it a few inches. He tried to lift it about 3 times in quick succession... but each time it fell to the ground. I looked his way just as I was about to pass him and the expression on his face was one of exhaustion and frustration. He tilted his head slightly back as his shoulders droopped. After a very brief pause he tried yet again and managed to get the backpack about a foot off the ground... It was then I noticed what he was trying to do; he wanted to set the backpack on his bike seat. Yet again the backpack fell to the ground. I continued to watch the boy from a glance in my rear view mirror. He faded from my view still trying to lift his heavy load.
Now, why didn't I stop to help? I had some place to be, some agenda of mine to attend to. It was important, I was needed at this meeting. Maybe what I saw was not what I thought at all... perhaps I had it all wrong. Could it be that I was worried about what others would think... how would it look for a strange man going up to a young boy on the street. The boy probably didn't really need help... by the time I would have stopped and got back there to him, he would have already had it. Someone else was bound to help anyway. It really was not my responsibility... I really didn't want to get involved. Besides, just about 100 feet ahead of the boy was a grown man on a bike that looked back toward the boy. Never mind that he didn't stop and actually rode across the street to the other side. I mean... this was probably the boys Dad. Why would a Dad do something like that to his son anyway? Even if he wasn't the boys Dad he must have rode right past this young boy... why didn't he stop to help. He would have been the best one to do something about the situation. There... I did it... I've made myself feel better by passing the blame of my neglect to someone else. Not really!
My meeting at the Salvation Army was about the start up of this season's mobile shelter for Livingston County. We don't have a homeless shelter, as such. Many churches in the area open their doors to work with the Salvation Army to provide shelter to the homeless in our area. Each church house and feed the homeless for a week at a time from October-April. There is a real need here. But really... what could I or our little church do? Oh no... here we go again!

I left on Wednesday of this week to attend the 13th Annual Conference of BISCMI (Batterer Intervention Services Coalition of Michigan) and returned on Friday. The emphasis of the conference was strategies for addressing batterers as fathers. I was invited to attend by the Michigan Fatherhood Coalition as a facilitator of the Proud Father's Proud Parents program. What I gleaned from the conference was the collaboration that is needed between batterer services and the ongoing work of addressing the needs of fathers. I see this whole collaborative effort as more preventative than reactive. Based on the panel of experts present at this conference Michigan is the leader within the states to offer such collaborative services. Another reason I was there as a facilitator was presence... to meet and share with various community, state, and national leaders the importance of reaching out to fathers and helping to give the skills needed to be the "Dads" they want to be.
Two conversations that stood out to me while I was there... One was with a father and son present to share how the Proud Father's class had impacted their lives. The son was now a teenage father. He shared with me the struggles and joys of being a Dad at such an early age. It truly requires the help of his supportive parents to make it. The other conversation was with the president of the Michigan Fatherhood Coalition. I shared with him some of my giant onion rings late on Thursday evening (was it ever a mistake to eat those that late at night). Our conversation turned from professional to personal as I asked about his faith. I believe it was a God moment as it seemed he needed to share what had been on his heart for a long time (hurt and disappointment). I pray our conversation may help lead this man to a time of spiritual renewal within his life.
One other neat God moment... on the way up to the conference we (Jack, the guy I traveled with) stopped for dinner at a Bob Evans. As the waitress brought out our meals I asked her name and then asked if there was anything she would like for us to pray about for her. She seemed taken back and had to ask what we had just said. I asked again and she just stood there for a moment and then shared a concern that was on her heart. She left and then we prayed. I don't do this every time I eat out (perhaps I should), but this particular time I just felt the need to ask and so I obeyed. I trust in the Lord for this to make a difference in this lady's life.

Okay, this is how it all went down at 1:30 this morning... Dixie, our dog, came into the bedroom needing to go outside. Nothing unusual here, almost every night the dog has to go out. I stagger through the house with one eye open, walking much like the monster of Frankenstein with arms outstretched to keep me from bumping into the walls. I make it to the back door, open it and Dixie runs out. I know sooner get the door shut and turn around for my blind journey back to bed when I hear Dixie bark and then I hear the scream of another animal. This went on for about 10 seconds and then... silence. Now Dixie has caught many animals in the back yard... squirrels, chipmunks, moles, birds... but I was not certain what she had come up against this time. I stumble back to the bedroom to get my shoes and then to the kitchen to find a flashlight when suddenly my mind begins to race about the different animals this might have been... It was too early for any self respecting squirrel or chipmunk to be out (the usual suspects that Dixie chases, and sometimes catches). Could it be a raccoon, they can be mean... how about an opossum? What if it was a skunk? Did I really want to go out there and possibly be sprayed by a skunk? I opened the back door very slowly, sniffing the air the whole way. My mind was racing thinking about the weird Animal Planet episodes I had seen of small woodland creatures ATTACKING! I called for Dixie and heard her collar tag jingle. I shinned my flashlight all around... I didn't see anything, nor did I smell anything (thank you Lord). Dixie was running about like she was hot on the trail of... something, but nothing could be found. I called for Dixie and we both went in only to be woke up again by Dixie at about 3:30 wanting to go back outside... this time Angela let her out. Angela had to 'strongly encourage' me to let Dixie back in around 4:30 (I'm thinking, does anyone want this dog). There, lying on the back deck, was Dixie's trophy... or what was left of it; a large half eaten rabbit.
I really don't think there is a way of tying in my devotional & scripture reading with my experience earlier this morning. My scripture reading was from Genesis, chapter 17 and dealt with the covenant of circumcision God established with Abraham and his descendants. My devotional reading dealt with the one sin Jesus condemned more than any other... Hypocrisy. Those that pretended to be God-lovers by all their outward signs, "unholy fakes who try to fool people - but they can't fool God." The reading went on to say, "...the Lord knows if our profession is merely a facade without saving trust or genuine devotion."
I guess my dog was just being a dog. Who am I? Lord, search my heart and reveal to me the true depth of my love for you. May I be found trusting in God's grace and relying on Christ.

Yawn, stretch, scratch... the start of another work week. Yesterday was actually a good start to the week with the time of worship we spent at church. My devotional reading this morning had me to consider my worship to the Lord and why I do it. Do I worship the Lord in hopes of benefiting in someway? If this is my motivation then my directed worship is in error. Don't get me wrong, I do benefit from truly worshiping the Lord, but this can not be my motivation for worship.
My scripture reading his morning took me to Genesis, chapter 13 which tells the event of Abram and Lot going separate ways. The Lord God had blessed Abram, and Lot, to the point that the area they were living could not sustain them both (their livestock was too large and quarrels broke out with the herdsmen). The solution was to separate. Abram gave Lot the choice of the land. Lot took was appeared to be the better piece... rich in multiple ways. Obviously Lot believed he would benefit greatly from his choice. It's easy for me to speculate that Lot's motivation was along the selfish side. As it turns out Lot's choice became a downfall. As you read on you learn that Lot and his family moved closer and closer to Sodom... a very wicked place that was later destroyed by God.
Lord, help me to make wise choices, as free as can be from selfish motivation. May my worship to You be from my heart... out of the abundant love I have experienced from You. -Amen.

Today I have an opportunity that I'm both excited and nervous about... I'll begin leading chapel services for a local Christian school (the elementary classes, K-5th). I'm excited because I love doing this ministry and it's a chance for me to teach God's Word in a fun (and crazy) way. In a previous ministry setting I led chapel services each week for a church daycare (same age group).
"So why am I nervous?", I've been asking myself. Part of it is the same nervousness I get every time before I speak (just like Sunday mornings). I'm nervous about how I say things, "will it come out right?"; "have I done enough preparation?"; "what happens if I goof and really mess up?"; "what will the response be?"; "is my fly up?" Public speaking does not come naturally for me and is something I have to work at.
Another part of the nervousness is the awesome responsibility that is placed before me. No matter whom I'm speaking to I realize the importance of the message of God's Word that I'm trying to communicate.
My scripture reading this morning took me to Revelation, chapter 22. I read the words of Christ about the handling of the Word by not adding to or taking away from the message... what a sobering reminder. My devotional reading dealt with leadership today and ends with the quote, "Only as we follow Christ can we lead others in the right direction."
Lord, Jesus may I yield my spirit to Yours as I prepare and then communicate Your Word to these little ones today. May I lead them in the right direction... directly to You. Thank you for this opportunity; may I be found faithful in Your service... may I be an instrument to be used by You this day. -Amen.

There has been a change in our household... largely because there has been a change in me (funny how that works huh?). I guess the change has been due to a combination of things, but what I am experiencing in our home is peace. Not that we didn't have peace before, but there's a difference... I'm not feeling so stressed. The dog still barks, the kids still fight and argue, the wife still... ah, encourages me to do things. Could this difference be due to my increased time/devotion to the Lord? I believe it is. The vacation helped, routine helps; but the greatest help for me is a renewed closeness with my Lord.
My time in the car has become a time of deep reflection (while still focusing on the road). The Lord and I have had some heavy conversations as of late... it feels so good to be able to talk with my heavenly Father this way. I have been experiencing a renewal within my spirit. I have experienced these times throughout my Christian life and walk. And I can always tie them directly with increased time with the Lord.
Which leads me to consider what happens that my time decreases. LIFE. I'm certain I am not the only one that has allowed life to come crashing in... I don't have to 'allow' it, it just happens... Life happens, and I neglect my spirit. Praise God for His presence... He does not leave me. He is here drawing me back... pursuing me the whole time. When I realize I have turned and begun to walked away from God, and then turn back to seek Him out it's like I turn expecting to have to run to find Him only to find that He's right here (almost like I turn to run and bump into Him).
My devotional reading took me to Isaiah, chapter 65. Verse 24 really stood out to me, "Before they call I will answer; while they are still speaking I will hear."
Thank you, Lord for being there...

A good word can come from unsuspecting places... such was the case this morning. Yesterday evening a friend gave me some empty potato chip bags and encouraged me to read the brief stories on the back. The chips were Uncle Ray's and on the back was a short encouraging story from Uncle Ray himself. Turns out Uncle Ray is a Christian and chooses to share about his life and faith on the package of his products... Next I'll have to try the chips; perhaps my friend will bring me a "full" bag next time!
I have learned (even from recent experience) that speaking the truth will not always endear me to everyone. In fact there are some people that will express feelings of anger, sadness, and will even cause some to avoid me. It is sad for me when this occurs.
One of my devotional readings this morning dealt with the fact that each of us have an eternity to live. Obviously not in this world, but in the world to come. Eternity means an existence that will never cease. The question is: Where will we spend that existence? Today I will be attending a funeral... a reminder of this eternity.
The connection between speaking the truth and where we spend eternity is made even more clear to me. Will I risk speaking and demonstrating the truth by loving and serving others the best I can for the sake of their eternal home? My scripture reading took me to Romans, chapter 8 this morning. In this chapter it tells how as Christians we are more than conquerors. And although many things may happen to us in this life we will emerge as the victors because of God's Spirit dwelling within the lives of those who trust in the Lord, Jesus Christ.

Yesterday, I must confess, I became somewhat upset regarding a ministry... Let's say more of a turf issue. Then I had to have an attitude check... a heart check. What was I upset about... What was at stake for me? When I began to delve a little deeper into my feelings I realized my thinking was not at its best. My head issue quickly became a heart issue which caused my spirit to become quickened by God's Spirit, that dwells with me. Because of this I had to 'Stop, Drop & Pray.' Who was receiving honor and glory? The ministry is not "mine"; it is for the glory of the Lord and for the sake of others. How easily the focus of 'doing God's work' can switch if we refuse to keep it in check.
My scripture reading this morning came from Isaiah, chapter 40. Verse 4 states, "Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places a plain." This particular verse spoke to me in a special way this morning in light of my experience yesterday... What came to mind was a level playing field. Undoubtedly there will be obstacles that come in life, but the Lord will cause whatever it is to no longer be a stumbling block if His Spirit is allowed to do it's work.
In my lifetime I've done considerable hiking. When the trail is level and free from obstacle I could continue on my journey with ease. The very last part of Isaiah, chapter 40 states, "...they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Sounds like a level field to me!
God, may I allow your Spirit to accomplish its transforming work in my life... that I may be even more reflective of Your image of grace, mercy and love... to be made a Christ follower.

Everyone slept much better last night... Yea for sleep! Yesterday in the office was a day of catch up on responding to emails, returning phone calls, updating calendars, etc... One of the blessings from yesterday was with my youngest son (age 6). Over the past few weeks members of our Crossroads congregation have been praying for kids as they prepare to enter back into school. Folks were asked to write down a child's name on a small rock we had on the altar and these kids were remembered in prayer. Last Sunday we got to give the rocks to the kids with their names on them so they will know someone has been remembering them in prayer. We found our youngest son's rock in the bottom of his backpack... and he understands what that rock with his name on it represents.
My reading took me to Psalm 104 and gives praise to God for how He sustains the earth; His creation. I read how His creation looks to Him for what is needed. It is not a far stretch for me to see that I must have the same dependence on God for the well being of my children. I look to God for the help that they need... and I hope to foster that same dependence on God within each of my kids.
My devotional reading today dealt with choosing to do what is right according to God's Word verses going along with what is legal according to man. Doing so will test our commitment to the Lord. The devotional ends with a quote, "We must choose daily the way of the cross over the way of the crowd." Oh, how I pray this courage and commitment for the lives of my children. And I realize that I must first demonstrate this in my own life before I can share effectively with others. Example is leaned best by what we do rather than by what we don't do.

The school year routine begins! This year the bus arrives oh so very early in the morning, which means the day begins earlier for most in the household. Last night was a sleepless night for the kids due to anxiousness... who am I kidding, it was a rough night for myself and Angela too. We were both up most of the night (funny thing though, my most sound sleep came the half hour before the clock went off... I finally got to sleep and it's time to get up). I guess it's just the start of something new that causes the excitement.
My devotional reading this morning dealt with the everyday blessings of life and was based from 1 Thessalonians 5:18, "in everything give thanks." One of the statements made was "It's hard for most of us to be consistently thankful for the commonplace blessings that make life pleasant and comfortable...". This has been a true statement for me in my lifetime. How easy it is at times for the excitement to wear off and the thankfulness to grow dull for those things that surround me which are from God.
My Bible reading took me to Psalm 98 and speaks of the praise that is to be given to God for no other reason than His worthiness... "Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth, burst into jubilant song with music." I have so much to be thankful for this day... clothes on my back, shelter over my head, food on my table, love of my family, and friends that care. All of this comes from my Lord. His mercies are new today... may I show my thankfulness for His blessings with my praise. The very end of my devotional says this, "Praise to God comes naturally when you count your blessings." Let it be so...

Back from vacation! We visited 8 states in only 2,610 miles... what was I thinking! Anyway, the Harris family vacation was good and we enjoyed almost all of it (we did do a lot of time in the mini-van... maybe just a little too much).
Today was Labor Day and what a day of labor it was... a lot of yard work to catch up on. This evening has been busy getting the kids ready for the start of school tomorrow. Angela and I are praying for the kids as they enter into this year... And for a smooth transition for our oldest entering into middle school. I pray that good choices will be made by my children as they face new challenges in life.
Speaking of choices... one of my devotional readings today had a profound statement "Today's poor choices are a down payment on tomorrow's problems." Let me tell you... I've made plenty of poor choices, some I've paid for in full, others I'm not certain have caught up to me yet. But I know that my God forgives and will see me through any situation that may come my way. I can trust in my Savior to pick me up and set my feet on solid ground. But sometimes I wonder why!
My scripture reading today took me to the book of Psalms, chapter 8. In this chapter I read, "When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?" Who am I that GOD would care so much about me... I am His creation, I am His child, bought back from the debt of sin (caused by my choices) through the sacrifice of the One and Only Savior of the world; Jesus the Christ.

Today I really let my hair down (metaphorically speaking). I had a fun time playing with the kids at the hotel swimming pool this morning. Our vacation has been a relaxing time as we've not driven very far in any one day, and we have had a late checkout at each of our hotel stays thus far. It's been nice not to have to worry about a schedule during this time.
Both my devotional and my scripture reading today dealt with the same kinds of things... Not worrying about what people think about you. Remaining obedient to God no matter what others may think or say about me is what I care to be concerned about.
My reading took me to Genesis, chapter 7. God instructs Noah to gather the animals into the ark and then Noah and his family. Once safely inside God shut the door. All the many years that Noah undoubtedly had to withstand ridicule and harassment, yet remained obedient to what God had instructed him to do.
Lord, may I remain true to the calling you have upon my life to love you, love my family, and to love all others you place in my life. Give me strength to serve without hesitation and to love unashamedly (is that a word?... I guess so since spell check didn't catch it!).

Today was a wonderful time of experiencing God's creation... and doing so while riding 4-wheelers. Me and my three kids road through the mountains of Southeast KY for several hours. I am extremely proud of my oldest son. Today was really his first time trail riding and he did great! As I rode behind him I realized that he was doing this completely on his own... There was nothing I could do (or very little other than to yell instructions to him) to protect him.

My devotional reading today took me to Genesis, chapter 2. I read of God's creation. God created the heaven's and the earth; He created man and woman; He gave them everything they needed, but then He allowed them to "rule over the earth." To some extent God gave them the freedom to live their lives.

Now as a parent and allowing my children to live their lives... a part of this means that I let them make their own choices and I can't always protect them. God also allows me to make choices and He doesn't always protect me from them.

THINGS WE'VE LEARNED FROM OUR FAMILY VACATION:

• Caden - The no talking to strangers just doesn't register with this boy! (just like his Mom)
• Karissa - Trying to carry on a conversation while riding a roller coaster is not easy... but this hasn't kept her from trying.
• Christian - Carnival games are not designed to be won.
• Angela - Stopping to ask for directions is still preferred over the GPS.
• Mike - When using Gorilla glue to repair a flip-flop keep fingers completely away from drying glue.

Yesterday me and my family left for our first ever two week vacation. We will be traveling through a total of seven states, approximately 2,700 miles over 14 days. How appropriate my personal devotion this morning dealt with a strategy of patience (I'm always thankful to my Lord for the help He gives, always at the right time).
Thinking about patience... yesterday we made one of our many stops on the way to enjoy a lunch and stretch our legs at a rest area along I-75. While our youngest was using the restroom I stood outside the stall door and waited... and waited... and waited. Occasionally I would ask if he was okay and if he was close to being finished. I did this for a couple of reasons: I was getting tired of standing in the men's room... not something most any guy likes to do; and two, to get him to be quiet from his singing while he did his business. Along with the singing was the loud grunting and occasional 'play by play' of what was happening. Then came the 'big questions' from behind the stall door... "Daddy, why this... and why that..." (I'll spare you the full questions involving body function and anatomy). To say the least I was ready for him to be finished.
My reading this morning came from James, chapter 2. A heading in this chapter is "Favoritism Forbidden" and deals with not discriminating between people, but show mercy to all. The favoritism that immediately comes to my mind is my personal favoritism... doing what I want instead of giving the appropriate consideration to others (in my situation of life right now... to my family while on vacation).
Thank you Lord, for giving me a reminder of what is really important and how to make this time the best.

Yesterday I was reading in 1 Kings, chapter 21, about king Ahab and his wife Jezebel... What a wicked couple! The chapter records an event that is just evil. In fact toward the end of the chapter (verses 25 & 26) it reads, "There was never a man like Ahab, who sold himself to do evil in the eyes of the Lord, urged on by Jezebel his wife. He behaved in the vilest manner by going after idols, like the Amorites the Lord drove out before Israel."
The Lord promised disaster to come upon Jezebel and Ahab, and his descendants would not take the throne. But then the Bible records something that blows me away... Ahab repented and humbled himself before God... and God gave him mercy! As you read on in the book you will discover that God's word (prophesied by the prophet Elijah) comes true as to their deaths. But that was after another three years. How could someone who had caused so much hurt and pain be shown mercy... they deserved anything that could have happened to them.
But that's when I began to realize something about myself and the mercy shown to me. If I were to compare my sins, or the hurt and pain I have caused, I'm certain I could find those that have caused more trouble than myself. In fact I could make myself look like a "saint" compared to some others in this world. Then on the flip side of the coin I wonder if someone could use my life to compare to theirs to show how much better off they are?
I am aware of my sins (evil thoughts and behaviors). That's the reason I repented and humbled myself before the Lord. I cried out to my Savior, Jesus, to save me that God may have mercy on me (that I would not get what I deserved). He did and now I have God's help to live my life for Him. The grace of God given to me through Jesus Christ has given my life hope and peace that I am loved by God... something I could not do for myself. But that's what grace is: God's Riches At Christ's Expense.

There's just something about a campfire! This week we had guests in our home... dear friends of ours from many years. I had not seen them for about 3 years. My wife and I first met the couple in childbirth classes; both of us first time parents to be. Our sons were born two days apart and they have been friends ever since.
Their visit with us was from Sunday through Wednesday, and each night our oldest boys built a fire in our fire pit out back (and did they ever go through the wood!). I ate so many marshmallows and smores that I'm kinda sick of them... but don't worry my sickness of smores is temporary I assure you. The weather was perfect for a campfire... the nights were cool which made the fire side a pleasant place to be.
On Tuesday evening my friend and I sat on the log seats stoking the fire until about midnight. He and I were the only ones out there for a long time and we just sat for a while and starred at the fire... saying little of nothing. We then started in on a very meaningful conversation that he and I have not shared in for a few years. It was like we picked up on our friendship where we had left off... both sharing of joys, and struggles. We talked about life and of our faith in Christ.
As I reflect back over my life campfires have played a part of many endearing moments... Like the time in junior high at summer bible camp; the first time I felt any type of calling on my life to be a minister (I had no idea what that meant at the time). The many all night fishing trips while growing up, and when my Dad was with us watching how big my Dad could make the fire... I think he just loved to play with fire rather than fishing.
My reading today took me to Exodus, chapter 3... and wouldn't you know it, it involves a camp fire... well, sort of. God and Moses have a very deep conversation through a burning bush. In this conversation God shares with Moses his love and concern for His people. He calls Moses to lead them out of slavery, but Moses tries to convince God he's not the man for the job (a conversation that goes on for a couple more chapters). Needless to say God got Moses' attention and convinced him to do what needed to be done... and it started around a fire.
Yep... you just can't beat a campfire for some much needed therapy!

This past Saturday I was at a wedding reception held out doors, and in the school yard adjacent to the reception was a father and son playing baseball (I don't know the exact relationship between them, but it appeared to me to be a father and son). It was interesting to watch what was happening between them... from a distance. I could not hear their conversation because of the distance away from them, but my mind had no problem filling in what I couldn't hear.
At first the dad was hitting grounders to the young boy (seemed to be about 10 years old or so). He would hit the ball and give instruction to the son about how to field the ball. The son would make an attempt, but often times miss the ball. The dad would come out to the boy and demonstrate what he was to do... the son would be moving side to side, glove off his hand, swinging his arms and looking in another direction. The dad would attempt to regain his son's attention and carry on with the instruction. The dad would then go back and hit another ball... and another... and another. From the body language I could tell the dad was becoming frustrated and the boy more and more resistant to the "game." Finally the dad drops the bat, points in the direction he wants the boy to go to and begins moving toward the balls he had hit that had gotten past the son. The son throws down his glove and stomps off with his head down and arms crossed. The dad proceeds to pick up the balls and moves back to the equipment he had left on the ground... there was something about the way that he walked back toward where the son was that told me he was very frustrated, yet determined he would get through to the young boy. His posture was very straight, arms rigid with fists clutched after throwing the balls back to the area, chest stuck out... reminded me of something like a male dominate gorilla I had seen on TV. This whole time the boy is sitting on the ground playing with the dirt and grass.
The scene continued as the father moved on to showing the son how to bat. From just watching the son I could tell that he was a decent ball player. Something, perhaps, from the past had sunk in and the boy could hit the ball. But the dad continued on with the instruction... showing the son a technique, giving him the bat, and then taking it back from him within seconds to demonstrate it again.
I guess this scenario struck me because I could see myself in this dad. I, too, had really driven my kids to excel in the sports they were playing. I especially pushed my oldest son the first few years of his "sports career." He did some things well and I really worked with him on the stuff he didn't do so well. Until... he stopped wanting to learn from me. It was not a "game" to him or me. What I learned was that his development was actually slowed way down the more I "tried" to make him learn. I tried to coach one of his teams, but I was so hard on him that after one season I realized I could not continue doing what I was doing.
I've come to realize that my pride was at stake. Instead of helping my son's self esteem I hindered that development. My pushing was just that, pushing. I had not figured out how to encourage. I'm glad to say that through God's help I am much better... and remarkably my kids (including my oldest son) are doing well in the sports areas they are interested in. I can "play" with them much better the "games" they want to be involved in.
My reading today was in 2 Chronicles, chapters 34-36. I read about king Josiah and how he brought reform to God's people. He began his reign at age 8. By age 20 he was making some changes, and by 26 he had brought about reform and began working on restoring the temple. It was during this time that the Book of the Law was found... re-discovered, that gave even more direction to God's people.
As I reflect on Joshia's life I see progress made slowly, but consistently, toward the place he needed to be. No doubt there were people along the way to give guidance and encourage him as he developed into the king/man he became.
Parenting is not easy... I pray for God's continued help to encourage, teach, and coach my kids to be the best they possibly they can be. I have everything to do with this process. May they be Christ followers just like their old man... and hopefully even better.

Today I was driving in the car and a song came on the radio by Geoff Moore called "The Vow." In this song Geoff Moore makes the distinction between a promise and a vow. This really made me think about the difference between the two. Later in the day a good friend and I were talking about marriage and the vows that are made between husband and wife. This only added to my thoughts on the difference between a promise and a vow. I looked the meaning of both within the context of Old Testament Scripture to see if there was a difference there. What I discovered was this: a promise is a spoken word of expectation... in other words whatever is spoken is expected to come about. A vow is different in that it involves an act of the will (volition) along with the spoken word. There is a choice of the will to carry out what was spoken (or promised).
Basically the difference is that a vow is a step stronger than a promise. In terms of human relationship a promise would be like an engagement where the expectation is that marriage will take place. A vow is the fulfillment of that promise carried all the way out.
I guess one could split hairs over the meaning of the two words... the old saying goes "the proof is in the pudding." Now, I have no idea what that means, other than our word should stand for something! And what we say will be lived out by what we do. In Numbers 30:2 it states, "If a man vow a vow unto the LORD, or swear an oath to bind his soul with a bond; he shall not break his word, he shall do according to all that proceedeth out of his mouth." Hmmm... better not make any hasty vows!
My reading took me to 2 Kings, chapter 5. In this chapter a man named Naaman is healed of leprosy. He is told by the prophet Elisha to wash seven times in the Jordan river and his leprosy would be healed (hey, look... a promise). Naaman went away in a rage becuase he thought the idea was dumb. He was persuaded by his servants to do what Elisha had instructed him to do. Once he was cleansed Naaman returned to Elisha and declared that there was no other God in all the world.

My reading today took me to the book of 1 Kings, chapter 19. I read of the prophet Elijah running for his life; and this after witnessing the power of God first hand while on Mount Carmel. I noticed something different today as I read and studied... Verse 3 begins with "Elijah was afraid..." (NIV). This can literally be translated "Elijah saw...". The verse finishes by with "... and ran for his life." Interesting isn't it... how Elijah could see what was coming; that his life would be threatened and how that drove him to a place he wasn't suppose to be. I know he was not in the right place because God asked him twice (in verses 9 & 13) "What are you doing here...?". God only asks 'what are you doing here' when you're not in the right place. For me, God doesn't even have to ask the question... I think he waits until I ask myself. And it comes out in many different forms, like: What are you doing? What have you done? What are you doing here? Are you nuts?!
I've noticed in myself that I can 'see' (that is imagine) all kinds of things coming my way and turns out I can worry about nothing pretty good. In fact it surprises me sometimes how much I can be preoccupied with nothing!
Perhaps one of the scariest things that God instructed Elijah to do was in verse 15, "The Lord said to him, 'Go back the way you came,...'". Wow! Could God actually expect Elijah to have to go back and face the very things he was running from? Does God ever call me to go face my fears head on, and place myself in positions that are very uncomfortable? Maybe I'll go back when I'm certain God is speaking to me... like he did with Elijah with a powerful wind, or earthquake, or tremendous fire! No... wait a minute. Scripture tells me that God was not in any of those. God was in the gentle whisper that was unmistakable to Elijah. In fact, when he heard the gentle whisper he covered his head (you know... when you don't want to see or be seen). I guess Elijah could see what was coming!

For the most part I think I'm a reflective individual. I do a lot of thinking about a lot of things (but perhaps no more than the next person). But sometimes expressing that reflectiveness is hard work. Have you ever found yourself in deep thought and someone ask you what you're thinking? More often than not my response is "nothing" or "just thinking."
As I've been thinking about the past couple of weeks I have felt somewhat tired of thinking... I've almost felt stuck in my thoughts. What do I mean?... Well, I can get going in my thoughts and in actuality get very little accomplished. Or sometimes I think I'm on auto-pilot and doing what needs to be done out of duty, habit, or obligation. Now you've got to understand that accomplishing what needs to be done out of duty, habit or obligation is not wrong or bad... if left in this state too long, however, I believe overall health, productivity, and longevity will suffer.
Wow... I've just realized how important God's Word from Judges 6:14 is in my life right now. God told Gideon to "Go in the strength you have...". I preached on this subject just last Sunday... guess I'd better put my preaching into practice. As I've thought about these past 2 1/2 to 3 weeks I've realized that I've gotten out of my routine. My daily devotion time has not been at my regular times... and some days I've missed. My prayer life has been more situation and crisis oriented rather than free flowing... kind of like my thoughts taking over in wonder without any real direction... Do you think I could have SDHD (Spiritual Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder)?
Yesterday I was at an elementary school; leaving the parking lot after switching vehicles with my wife. As I was pulling out I saw a young boy (by his looks I'd say in about the 3rd grade) making his way to a waiting van. He used two specially designed canes to be able to walk. He obviously suffered from a crippling disease, or perhaps the results from an accident... In any case it was one of those moments that the few seconds it took me to pass by seemed to stand still in time and I looked at his face. He struggled making his body work the way he wanted it to, but his face did not appear downcast at all. He had a look of determination, strength, and steadfastness about him that told me that he would not stop until he reached his destination. I also noticed that he was making his way by himself... there was a person making preparation at the van some distance away, but was waiting on him. Why didn't this person come and carry the boy to the van? It was necessary for him to walk on his own... to go in the strength he had. Funny isn't it... how we must almost use up the strength we have in order to build up greater strength and endurance.

I amaze myself at how inconsistent I can be with following through with 'things'... even with those things that are very beneficial to my life. Sustainability is a word that comes to mind. According to dictionary.com sustainability has a definition of "To keep in existence; maintain." I have made comments to various ones about how beneficial it has been for me to blog, but then I find myself slipping and going days without writing anything.
I have experienced this in other areas and at other times in my life. Last year I was running with a friend 3 to 4 times per week... 4 miles each time. I was really beginning to see the difference in how I felt. But after several months I stopped... I had a good excuse at the time, but the excuse lasted me a along time until I just stopped all together.
I'm certain I am not the only person who has experienced this in their life... I am not alone. But even this does not bring me much comfort. What is it that can motivate and give that sustainability... a stick-to-it-iveness. As I ponder this it goes directly to commitment.
I'm running late this morning... I hope to be back to blog later today.

My family's home computer is rather old. We are blessed in that we know of someone who can work on it when needed... and they have 'beefed' it up just about as much as possible. There's a little thing that bugs me about this older computer... it's the automatic updates. You might be thinking, "What about them?" They get annoying! Even though I have everything set on automatic, every day (and sometimes twice a day) I have to click the little yellow shield to start the update process. Then once it is finished updating I have to restart the computer before any of the updates take place. It seems like I'm constantly having to do this process. My lap top is another story... everything is automatic and I don't have to (except on rare occasion) even be involved in the process. I want the updates, I just don't like the hassle of having to restart my computer each time. And another thing, it seems that only one update in downloaded at a time. Just as soon as I think everything is updated another little yellow shield pops up telling me updates are ready to be installed.
Today I had the opportunity to talk with a good friend. We talked about a variety of things including what was happening with our lives. He said something that really made me think... It seems he had gained new insights into the relationships that were closest to him and now he was having to figure out how to process this new information. Kind of reminds me of how I have to 're-boot' my computer whenever new knowledge is updated in it. The re-boot process allows for the new information to be integrated and work with what was already there.
My reading took me to Luke, Chapter 2 today (the birth of Jesus)... can you believe only about 7 months remaining until Christmas?! Anyway... about 3 separate times it mentions how Mary (the mother of Jesus) received new information from various others and then 'pondered' them in heart. In other words she had to process this new information to see how it fit with what she already knew in her heart to be true.
O' Lord...help me in this process of integrating a greater knowledge of you into my life, and may it be seen in my behavior, attitude, and words. Help me to never be content to remain 'just as I am', but to be willing to be molded by you through the working of your Holy Spirit. - Amen.

Yesterday I was part of a conference called "Bridges out of Poverty." What I come away with from this first day of the conference is a better understanding of the social classes experienced in the United States (poverty, middle class, and wealth). Having grown up in poverty I could identify with much of what was being presented. I am reminded from the Bible that these social classes (or status) have been around a long, long time. The book of James in the Bible describes the attitude and behavior a Christian should have toward anyone... regardless of social status and appearances.
The question that I came away with asking deals with poverty... but poverty of soul rather than financially: What kind of poverty do I see the most? Jesus said what does it profit a man to gain the entire world and lose his soul. The poverty of a person's soul and the damnation of their spirit for eternity is of great concern. How am I serving to bring people out of poverty... of all kinds?
Today I will attend the second day of this conference. I pray that God may direct my thoughts to help answer this question.
Today's reading took me to Esther chapter 4. I am struck by the end of the chapter... a challenge is issued to Esther, she replies to the challenge, then she utilizes her faith and the support of those around her to face the challenge.

May already?! It just occurred to me that there are just over 7 months remaining until Christmas. As I was visiting with our state pastor yesterday I made notice that I am approaching the two year mark as pastor of Crossroads (end of July).
The older I become the more important (or the more I recognize) the milestones... the markers in life that hold significance. As you read the Old Testament you will find there were many times that God's people erected a monument in remembrance of what God had done for them. I believe there is a need to recall the good, the bad, and the ugly of life at times... I didn't say to dwell on them (especially the bad and ugly). God has blessed my life through some wonderful times, and spared my life through other times. Whenever I come across one of my markers in life I can remember what the Lord has done for me.
Yesterday when I was visiting with our state pastor I had forgotten my cell phone and I made the comment to him that he had 'my undivided attention.' This brought to remembrance the Scripture I read yesterday morning of Queen Esther and God's promises. Esther seemed to gain undivided attention (or at least special attention) from many different people as she prepared to go before the king of that land. The king was pleased to make her his queen. Later Esther would risk her own life to save the lives of many of God's people. In that moment she gained the king's undivided attention.
This just made me think... how difficult it is sometimes for God to gain my undivided attention... or my wife... or my kids.
Esther's bravery became a marker in history for God's people to remember how God will work in a person's life to bring about His will and to fulfill His promises. Wow!... I could be the person God will use to fulfill His promises to someone else.

I'm amazed at God's mercy. Mercy is not receiving what we do deserve. Grace is receiving what we do not deserve. I look back over my life and see all the potentially damaging things I have done (or the damage could have been much worse). I guess this goes along with what I was experiencing yesterday about not giving up. One incident that comes to my mind occurred nearly 20 years ago. I was working for an electrical company helping (learning) to do electrical work on new and existing structures. I really had very limited knowledge about what I was doing... and my attitude at the time was 'this is only a job' and I wasn't that interested in really learning the trade (a bad attitude to have when working with high voltage). We were working on a new addition to a high school and I was using a fish tape to pull wires through the conduit to the electrical panel. The pipe was nearly full with wire already so I was having to pull really hard, trying not to break the connection between the fish tape and the wire. While this was going on there were various other companies and tradesmen working throughout the building. In one attempt I went to push the fish tape and then give it a huge tug. When I did I touch the metal fish tape to the hot bars in the electrical panel and POW! There was a huge flash of light and I fell back to the ground... the entire building went black. It was only later that I discovered that just the day before the guy I was working for had come in to connect the ground to the box. If he had not done that I would probably not be here today. It was a Sunday that the guy did this extra work... something he rarely ever did.
Did I deserve to be electrocuted? No, but my attitude toward my work at the time afforded me the perfect conditions to become injured or killed... and perhaps to even hurt someone else. So if others could have known my heart (attitude) they might could have said 'he got what he deserved.'
My reading took me to 1 Kings, chapter 21. I read about king Ahab and his wife Jezebel... Wow, what a wicked couple! I'm amazed at the mercy shown to Ahab as recorded at the end of this chapter. Because Ahab expressed humility toward the Lord he was spared (shown mercy) from what he truly deserved. When I read this I'm thinking 'that's not fair.' How quickly I forget the mercy shown to me.
God, thank you for Your grace and mercy shown to my life. Teach me Your ways that I may not become hardened by the wrong done to me, and around me. I desire to love the way You love me... to show mercy to others like You have shown to me. - Amen.

I have done right, and at times have had to suffer because of doing what was right. Being a follower of Christ may lead me into harms way. I certainly don't desire to experience hardship... and I don't believe that God WANTS me to suffer. Yet remaining strong in my faith may require me to go against the grain which does not make for a smooth finish. It is in times like these that my faith is refined; made pure. If everything is striped away and I am exposed... made vulnerable to the world around me what will I do? Will I give up?
I shared again with our men's group last night about this burden upon me to not give up. It seems in recent weeks I have heard sad story after sad story and most all have ended with the person giving up, or giving in to the pressures around them. Do we think that God does not know what we are going through... or that He does not care? Is it possible to push through no matter what the cost! I believe it is. The hardships in my life may not seem like much compared to the hardships experienced by others. But think about... how many hardships could be diverted from our lives by following Christ in the first place? The truth is many suffer the consequences of their own actions because their decision making process did not even consider God.
But wait there's more... The hardships I face at times come as a result of the stupidity of someone else and not of my own (and believe me I have enough of my own stupidity to deal with). Yet even knowing this I sometimes cry out 'where are you God?'. Well, God has been with me the whole time... He never left me. God gave me His Holy Spirit to companion me when I became a believer in Christ. Either I believe this or don't. The reality doesn't change that God is at work around me... and, oh, if I could only see behind the scenes of how God has protected my life from the suffering I could have experienced. The point for me is this: If I am faced with a bullet heading in my direction I may be spared, or I may not... I may live, or I may not. I will cry out to my Lord to give me strength to face whatever comes my way for I believe He is with me. I will not give up or give in... my God will be my strength.
My reading took me to 1 Kings, chapter 17. The prophet Elijah is directed to inform king Ahab that no rain or dew will be upon the land for the next few years. Elijah suffered like most everyone else yet he remained obedient to God.

Over the past three days I have been teaching at one of the local high schools... I have the wonderful opportunity to share about setting goals in life, make students aware of emotional needs in their lives, and about character... and, oh yeah, about postponing sexual activity until they are in that long term, committed relationship called marriage. I am so very grateful to the Crossroads Congregation for allowing me to participate in this program. I have made some wonderful contacts within the school system, and some of the students comments/conversations with myself and others that teach this program have made it worth while.
Have you ever thought of what you do with a blessing once you have received it? Today was a reminder of this for me. Yesterday I had to be rather direct with a young man in one of the classes I was teaching. His attitude toward what was being taught was one of discontent... I knew something had struck a cord with him. When I confront him with his behavior he immediately honored my request. I did not expect this... and moved ahead with the presentation. Afterward I began to think about it and realized I missed the opportunity to say thank you to this young man for showing me respect like he did... by stopping his behavior without any fuss (he still worked hard to show me he was not listening, but he did do what I had asked). As I thought about this I prayed that I would have the opportunity to tell him thank you... unfortunately he did not show for class today. I had missed the opportunity.
So, today another young man demonstrated great respect by not giving in to peer pressure... he did not know I was watching as we were between classes. I did not want another opportunity to go by so I went up to this person and told him how proud I was of him. He was very appreciative of the compliment.
Today I received another blessing as Marshall Q. helped me work on my van. The van has been leaking oil and I had no idea what to do with it. Marshall was able to diagnosis the problem and make the necessary repair (tighten the oil filter). You have no idea how big of a blessing this was to me and Angela. We were so afraid it was something major.
God has blessed my life in some tremendous ways over the past few days... what do I do with these blessings? Do I merely receive them and that's it? No, I think there's more... I need to return the blessings back to God by blessing others. I read about this in my reading from 1 Samuel, chapter 1. A lady by the name of Hannah desired to have a son and God blessed her life with a son. There was a lot more to it than just asking and receiving. The short of it was this... Hannah followed through with what she told God she would do for Him blessing her life... she would give her son to be a blessing for others by his service to God.
May I be as trustworthy as Hannah and give back to God His blessings by blessing others.

Ever been surprised by the fact a person was surprised that you did something? Well, I've had a few of these over the past few days. I was taken back just a little when persons I was helping expressed surprised that I would actually help. I didn't check out their response to see what was behind it... perhaps I should have. Now this leaves me wondering... what exactly was it they were surprised about?
I guess it's made me stop and think about those individuals that want to help me at times. I've got to admit that many times my first response is something like, "No, that's okay... I don't expect you to...". Why don't I expect them to help? Perhaps I should just allow people to do what they volunteer to do and trust they will tell me if they really don't want to. Now, I fully understand that there are folks that will never say "NO" and that they can over-commit themselves to the point of being taken advantage of. But for the most part I need to allow those that want to help... to help!
I've come to realize that there is a big pride issue that goes on inside me sometimes when I have someone volunteer to help with things... for some reason I believe I should be the one to do things. Now you may seem surprised that this confession is coming from a pastor (then again maybe not), but I guarantee I'm not the only minister that has struggled with this. The fact is... I'm much better than I use to be. God does some good work with humbling those that need it... like me.
My reading took me to Ruth, chapter 1. In this chapter I read about some of the same kinds of surprises. This lady named Naomi tries to send her daughter-in-laws away, back to their homes after her sons die. One daughter-in-law leaves while the other refuses and stays right with her (her name is Ruth). Verse 18 states, "When Naomi realized that Ruth was determined to go with her, she stopped urging her [to leave]." Naomi had to come to an understanding that what Ruth said she would do, she would do! Perhaps Naomi had to swallow some of her pride and concede to the fact that she did need help after all.

Over the past three days I have been in Lansing training to become a facilitator of a program called Proud Fathers and Proud Parents. It is a good program that I believe may open the door to a lot of possibilities of reaching men and helping them to become the fathers they want to be. In part of the training a video clip was used. In part of the video it showed a judge from the Flint area that asked the same question to every person that comes through his court...(along the lines of) Was your biological father in the house? Did you grow up with both parents? All that this judge sees in his court are felony cases, and he has asked this same question for years. An astonishing 99% of the men he has asked in his court did not have a father present in their home growing up.
I am grateful for the new information and training I have received over this week. I am excited to see how God will use it to touch people's lives. There is such a need for the church to be bold in it's pursuit of helping families in this day (as always). This is the direction I believe God is leading our Congregation.
Today I will be in Lansing as a part of the Leadership Livingston to tour the state capital... Field Trip!
My reading took me to Genesis, chapter 27. In this passage is a perfect example of parents working against each other, which in turn led their children to sin. It's the story of Jacob stealing Esau's blessing from their father Isaac. The mother, Rebekah, in this event was the manipulative mother. One thing I take away from this scripture is how God does not need our manipulative behavior of lying, cheating, stealing to bring about what He wants. What do I mean? Well, let's see... I have, in my lifetime, resorted to lying to bring about what I was sure was the "right thing." I thought that if I didn't manipulate the situation in my favor... I mean in the "right way" that it would not happen the way it was suppose to. What kind of thinking is this?...

Wow!... How one penny can make a big difference. I shared with the men's group at our church this evening how my entire afternoon seemed wasted when I went to buy a stamp at the post office and had to stand in line for the counter because the stamp dispensing machine did not take pennies. I had exact change... 41 cents. Short of buying more stamps than I needed (after all the price of stamps goes up next month) I chose to stand in line... a long line... which threw off my entire afternoon. How frustrating!
My reading took me to Genesis, chapter 18 today. The chapter tells of basically two events that occurred the same day as three heavenly visitors visited with Abraham and Sarah. In both events the Lord has the last word. This does something within me as I think about my afternoon.
My well planned afternoon was blown out of water by something as small as having exact change (now why couldn't these machines accept pennies too... guess I'm still not over it!). What is it Lord that You would have me glean from this experience today? Could it be that after all is said and done You have the final say?... that nothing happens apart from Your knowledge? Your word stands strong and forever? What is it...? Could it be that I have blown this afternoon's events out of proportion and I shouldn't be such a whinny baby, and be thankful that I had enough change? After all, it could have been worse to be a penny short!
Forgive me Lord... Your word will endure forever. At the end of this day I'm drawn to reflect on how good You are to me. Thank you for caring so much to make Your grace about me... when it's really all about You. May You have the last word in my life this day! -Amen.

Something my oldest son and I have begun doing is reading through the old Hardy Boys books. We've had a blast doing this! One thing that my son can't stand... actually he thinks it's pretty cool... is how the author ends each chapter with real excitement. The suspense in my son is fun to watch. He is constantly asking me to read just a few more pages. The book we are reading now is "The House on the Cliff."
Today my reading took me to Genesis chapters 1 & 2. I get a sense of suspense as I read about God's creation. Each day of creation was made with the next day in mind. Everything had order and a reason for it's creation. Finally, God made man and woman... the apex of His creation. Everything else was created in such a way building up to God's greatest creation. It is humans that He breathed the "breath of life and the man became a living being." Living... that's a cool word as I give it even greater thought. What do I consider living? I guess very often I settle for living for so much less that what I am created for. After all, everything in God's created order was done so that I may have life... Jesus came that I may have life, and have it more abundantly. It really does seem like God wants me to "live" and not take that for granted.
Today I made a call to a very young family that I know well. The young lady was in my first youth group back in Harlan, KY. She married young, and she and her husband made it through some pretty shaky stuff. She became pregnant right away and by the time she was in her early twenties had four children. They moved to various places seeking work... there for a while I lost touch with them. Then out of the blue I received a call from them asking me to hold a wedding vow renewal on their tenth anniversary. They had grown up a lot... life has a way of doing that for most people. I was real proud of them... especially for this young lady. She had stood faithful beside her husband and seemed so excited about the future.
About a year later I received another call from them. This time not on happy terms. Their oldest child had been struck by a car while she was attempting to cross a road and had died. I was asked to preach her funeral... words can barely describe the pain that was felt by these parents. Even now as I write my heart grows sad.
That was almost two years ago. The date of this young girls death approaches and I long to know how they have managed over another year.
Life... O God, may I not take it for granted. May I live each day with the life You give, O Lord. May my tomorrow, if it comes, be lived in suspense of what You will do... may I rest in your presence.

"You live, you learn, and you live with regret." This was the philosophy of a young man in one of the classes I taught at a local high school this week. He did not want to hear what I was sharing with him about the choices he makes now making a big difference for him later... especially in regards to sexual activity outside the committed relationship of marriage. When he first began his challenge to what I was sharing a few more students jumped on the band wagon and voiced their desire to "live their own lives." I allowed them to talk and express their own opinion and the final words were these... "You live, you learn, and you live with regret." This wasn't the note I think the students wanted to leave the room on... I made sure that the whole class heard what was said.
The next day was the final presentation for the program. That class returned and I was a little apprehensive about what to expect. The questions and challenges are fine... It's just harder for me to think on the spot sometimes. This was a blessing in many ways... now I have had that experience and welcome additional challenges with less anxiety.
The lady I present with and I finished the last day strong... it almost seemed that the challenge form the day before served to make other students think harder about their lives. Afterward we received some very positive responses from the students. I was very thankful.
My reading today took me to 1 John, chapter 4. There is a verse in this chapter that really stuck out to me today... (5) "They are from the world and therefore speak from the viewpoint of the world, and the world listens to them. " I think back to this young man and realize that he was only sharing from his world's viewpoint. Then I think of those who were so easily influenced by his comments. I'm reminded about how powerful our testimonies are. I pray that I as a Christian may be so bold to share my Christian viewpoint. Coming from just within myself I can change nothing... but God is capable of using my weakness to bring Himself glory.

It's been a few days since I last wrote anything... The days have been good. I enjoyed a couple days off last Friday and Saturday (well, for the most part). The family and I did some things together... a little home improvement work. Saturday afternoon I had the opportunity to play golf with friends (only lost a half dozen balls). Sunday was a good day of worship for me. All in all I'd say the past few days have been "all right!" I did have my moments of frustration during this time as well. I failed to do some things just right... usually involving my responses to the little stuff of life. But God continues to work with me. I really hate it when selfishness (my selfishness) gets in my way. God's Spirit continues to point these out in my life when they happen... One of these days I'm going to have victory. You might be wondering what I'm talking about... it's that same old stuff that keeps resurfacing in my life. I'm not the father and husband I want to be...yet! My family is so important to me and I desire to love them best of all. With God's help I'll do it.
Today I taught all day at a local high school... that same program that I've been involved with. The students responded well to the message we presented. I'll be doing the day 2 teaching tomorrow, and day 3 on Wednesday. I've been blessed with how positive the teachers have responded to what we are teaching... their encouragement feels good.
My reading today took me to the book of Ephesians, chapter 4. Verse 1 states, "...I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received." This word worthy as used here is very important to me in my life right now. It has to do with balance... more literally it carries with it the idea of weighing the same. It is important that I discover the right balance in my life in order to be the most effective I can to the calling God has on my life. Balance... this carries tremendous implication to my life. My desire to be the best husband and father to my family will require balance.
Oh Lord, please help me to strike the right balance in my life... with You being my equalizer. Lord, Jesus, I know that as I surrender my life to You, You will help me gain the right balance to "be" all that is required of me."

Over the past couple of days I've taught a class on relationships and sexual abstinence at one of the local high schools. This was one of the most peculiar class of students I've ever been around... they have been extremely quiet (even talking about sex!). The teacher warned us (myself and the lady I'm presenting with) that this class is like this, but we had no idea. It could be that it is the first class of the day and they are still half asleep. Today however, we did get more of a reaction and participation out of them.

There was one young girl, however, in the class that was talking very loud with her body language. Something that was being said was striking a cord with her, and I could tell she was really trying to show non-interest in what was being shared. Once I noticed this I was intentional to make eye contact whenever I looked her way (as I try to do with all the kids as I pan across the room). In my heart and mind I began to feel compassion for this young lady as I wondered about what she may have been through, or going through in her life. I began to pray in my heart for this young person to allow the information presented to be planted in her life.

Through out the presentation we use illustrations that call for volunteers. I was encouraged by the teacher after the class as he shared about the last volunteer we used and the shock that this person would even participate like they did. Perhaps something is being communicated even though we hadn't see reactions like we wanted.

I'm reminded about last Sunday's sermon of how little things make a big difference. My reading today took me to Galatians chapter 5, and spoke to me in this similar way. It seems that the people in the church were looking for ways to demonstrate for others their full devotion to God; or to prove that their way of following God was the better way. At the end of verse 6 Paul states, "The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love." As I consider this just a little further... does the love I express (or the lack thereof) serve to gauge the genuineness of my faith? Hum...

Today began with a meeting with a few other pastors in the area to plan activities through our local ministerial association. Our discussion took on a different direction than expected and we talked a great deal about what we existed to do. Then it hit me again... the familiar theme from over the past several months; "Being" rather than "Doing." "The investment of presence is what I believe we as a ministerial association can initially provide to the community", is what I told them.
So how do we accomplish this task of Being rather than Doing?... Well, number one, I think we got to get past the idea that this is just another task. My reading today took me to 1 Corinthians chapter 12. It shares of the many different gifts given by the Holy Spirit to individuals. There are differing gifts, but the same Spirit; differing ways the Holy Spirit is manifested, but all for the common good. We make up the body of Christ. All these differing gifts come together to form the Body of Christ. This is where we practice the presence of "Being."... by being the body of Christ
I had some good visits today... yesterday as well. Yesterday I spent some time with my boys and we went to see a movie together. I had a good time and I believe the boys did as well. I offered my presence of "Being" and not doing. Today I made visits with members in the congregation and there again I was merely present with them and we had good visits. I talked to my Aunt (on my Dad's side) and merely "listened" to all she had to vent... again I was present with her. Today I also stopped in to the Township Hall unexpectedly and had a good meeting with the staff as we discussed the plans for the ball fields. What made this a neat time was that I did not call ahead, but they almost seemed like they were expecting me. We had a good discussion and I believe there are several that desire to see us move forward with the project. But we are still waiting and praying.
I excited about the future God has for our Crossroads Congregation to "BE" a presence in the community.

Today was a fun time at worship. Being the 5th Sunday the service was tailored more for the kids... this means I can be a bit more silly in the things I do as I give the message (I kinda like being more silly). I had a blast teaching the kids about how little things make a big difference... I even did the Mentos and Diet Coke experiment as one of the sermon illustrations. I do pray that God's Word was shared effectively with the folks there (the kids especially).
Tonight at prayer group we read the Scripture in John, chapter 10 about Jesus being the gate and believers being the sheep. Later in this same chapter Jesus referes to himself as the 'good shepherd.' Verse 9 really stuck in my mind..., "I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved. He will come in and go out, and find pasture."
This reminded me of my spiritual walk and the many experiences I have had throughout my Christian walk. When I received Christ as Lord of my life at the age of 24 I knew that He had saved me. God then began to work on my life by leading me to various places and people to give me what I needed at the time... preparing me for what would lie ahead. I can look back on this now and really see how the hand of God was always moving in the background... behind the scenes. God would lead me by His Holy Spirit to "pasture" for a little while here or there; and with that person or the other. He lead me to where I would grow and develop the most/best. Of course I could not usually see this at the time... Looking back I have a much clearer picture to work from.
My devotional reading took me to 1 Corinthians, chapter 2. In this chapter the Apostle Paul writes about how the Spirit will give the wisdom of God. I have come to realize that God's Wisdom will involve the Spirit leading me to places I may not like or feel comfortable with at times, in order to feed my life and have the best possible outcome.

This morning I'm having a hard time gathering my thoughts together. My mind is just 'running' and I'm not sure the cause of this. The past couple of days have been good. I have been invited by the local hospital pastoral care staff to give assistance (if/when needed) to patients and families going through crisis. I'm excited about the connections that will be made through this partnership... and also because caring for folks in this way is a part of who I am and what I bring to pastoral ministry. This week I was also invited into the lives of some of those within the congregation. There has been no major "thing" (thing - a very large miscellaneous category) that has been on my mind... as far as crisis is concerned.
Have you ever found it difficult to just relax... to empty your mind and relax your body? It's almost like the motor continues to run and can't shut off. Even when life is good I guess the stress of everyday life can take its toll if not controlled. My reading took me to Romans chapter 8. In this chapter I read of the freedom that comes through the work of Holy Spirit. There's also a lot said about the mind... the difference between a mind controlled by a person's sinful nature and God's Holy Spirit. The biggest difference to me is stated in verse 6, "The mind of sinful man is death, but the mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace;...".
So let me ask myself: Self, are you killing yourself by having the mind of sinful man; or are you submitting your mind to God's Holy Spirit to bring you life and peace?

Let me tell you what I experienced yesterday evening with the men's group from our church... We began with prayer (personal and then corporate). Afterwards we reflected on a devotional from Oswald Chambers' "My Utmost for His Highest." Then we entered into a discussion on fasting. It was a joy for me as each man there participated in the discussion and shared thoughts, opinions, we read Scripture, and looked at reference material. The joy came as we were able to ask difficult questions and share experiences openly and honestly. It was a sign of growth for the men present. I came away with a deeper understanding within my self as to the reasons I fast, how I fast... as well as probing questions to consider further. For me personally I fast as a way of worship to my God.
My reading this morning took me to Acts, chapter 2, when the Holy Spirit came at Pentecost. What really stood out to me this morning was how the Holy Spirit enabled the apostles to communicate the "wonders of God" in a way that was understood by the people around. Not everyone was able to accept what was being told and seemed to have quickly dismissed what God was revealing (boy, have I been in that place before... not being able to receive God's Word/revelation). The chapter also shared how the message became relevant to those who heard by the believers living out the love of God through the saving Grace of Christ as they "devoted themselves to the apostles teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer."
I find myself living in a sense of expectancy of what God will do through the power of His Holy Spirit. Thank you, God, for your Holy Spirit. I pray I will be able to receive your Word and the revelation of your power. - Amen.

Today is Easter and I rejoice in the resurrection of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I experienced God in an exciting way today. I left to go to the church early this morning and spent about an hour just in prayer, kneeling at the altar. I spent time praising God... for God is worthy of all praise. I spent time confessing my faults and shortcomings. I sought God's comfort for those I knew who were hurting. I prayed for God's Holy Spirit to touch people's lives today as I shared the message that was on my heart. Speaking of the message... much of the time today was simply sharing my personal testimony. The thing is I didn't originally intend to do that.
In the book "The Great Commandment Principle" author David Ferguson describes the two major problems that affect each and every one of us: a sin problem and an aloneness problem. My relationship with God is impacted by my relationships with the people around me; and vice verse. Today in my time of prayer I cried out to God for a deepening of my relationship with Him and with those around me. I've found that many times I can become encapsulated by the things going on around me to the point that I become isolated... and sometimes even numb to the hurt that is around me. When this happens relationships become distant and my heart grows tired and lonely. I can feel like no one understands... and my compassion level for others is greatly affected. I'm excited about the time God and I had in prayer today. It's amazing how God will help put things in perspective in my life. I know I shouldn't be amazed... it's just a part of how God works in our lives... but I am! Today brings back a song from my childhood, "Have a Little Talk with Jesus."

Today has been a blessed day... Yesterday was as well. Yesterday we held our Maundy Thursday service at church. A fair number meet at the church for a time of worship and fellowship. This is usually a low attended service... mainly, I believe, because we observe the ordinance of Feet Washing. Within our tradition Feet Washing is held as an ordinance along with Baptism and Communion. It truly is a special time of worship and follows the example of our Lord (John 13). Like I said, the number in attendance was low, but I believe we had a great time... I know I did.
Today was another special time for me... and my family. I had been asked to participate with our ministerial association Good Friday service held today. This was my second year in a row to be included in the service, and I was glad to be asked. Today seven pastors, representing six different churches in the area came together to dramatically read the account from Scripture of Jesus' arrest and crucifixion. My wife and kids were present at the service, during which my kids had asked questions (my wife wrote them down) about what they had experienced. They were good questions and I had the privilege to explain in even greater detail about the meaning of this Easter season.
As I reflect over the day I realize how much I have been given by God. He loves me so much that He gave His One and only Son to die in my place for MY sins. Wow, it's difficult for me to understand what I have been saved from. Yet I am understanding more and more about what He has saved me to... to love God and to love others. This is my chief calling... this is my purpose... and it is renewed each and every day.

I recall a time in my life journey that I was going through a particularly difficult and confusing time (several years ago). A mentor of mine was listening and helping me through this time and made comment that I have yet to forget. You see, it was during this time that my connection with God seemed almost non-existent. I would try and try to pray and "feel" God, but it just did not seem that God was there... or perhaps not interested in my issues at the time (...ever been there?). I believe that I was not trusting in God like I should.
The words spoken to me by this man of God were, "Mike, it's not that you are trusting God any less... you just have so much more to trust God with." He was right... I had trusted God to that point with what I knew to trust Him with. But now my life was taking on new challenges, areas of growth, increased responsibility,... let's just say that it was a whole lot of change. It was during this time that I was being called to trust God in ways and with things I had not trusted Him with before (at least not to this extent).
This was all brought back to my memory because of a couple of different situations. Recently I was counseling a couple for marriage and the anxiety of the commitment, I believe, was beginning to call into question even their faith. They were not only having to trust God with the choices they made, but now would have to trust in one another in even greater ways. Another example was how my wife handled a situation earlier this week at her employment... she really had to trust in God in ways she perhaps she had not trust him like before.
My reading today took me to John, chapter 14, where Jesus promises the Holy Spirit. The last statement in that chapter is a phrase that demonstrates determination to trust in God... to the point that we have so much more to trust Him with: "Come now, let us leave."
There comes a point in life when we must stop talking and actually step out. Jesus' words to His disciples were along the lines of not only teaching and telling of God's Holy Spirit, but they also were meant as words to live by. Think about it... Are you living like you are trusting?

Have you ever been woke up in the middle of the night with a song in your head and people on your heart? Well that's what happened to me last night. I woke up at 3:15 AM with Chris Tomlin's song of "How Great is Our God" and a few individuals laying on my heart. I stopped (actually I wasn't doing anything to stop)... I got up and began to pray. There was a sense of urgency that I felt in praying. I will follow up with these folks to see how they are doing.
Yesterday's reading took me to the book of Matthew, chapters 3 & 4. I was looking specifically at the role the Holy Spirit played in the baptism and temptation of Jesus. It was interesting to me as I began to look more intently at the Holy Spirit's role. The Holy Spirit served as confirmation, as a sign, a prompter, a guide, comforter, went before the voice of God... all the ways that the Holy Spirit continues to move in our lives.
Today I will be speaking with our local hospital and hospice chaplain to help gain a better understanding of the services provided, and what role a local congregation may serve in to help care for the sick and dying.

Yesterday I had a great experience volunteering as a waiter at Bennigan's restaurant in Howell as a part of their MDA fundraising event. Our church sponsored a table and I spent an hour and a half helping (getting in the way) by serving drinks, cleaning tables and such...
I had an opportunity to meet people I would not normally have the opportunity to meet. And I surprised several at the way I jumped in to help (... by the way, carrying those trays of drinks requires more skill than you might think). The waitress I worked with was great and she was very patient with me. The manager and I were able to dialogue more about our work and to strengthen our working relationship.
My reading for yesterday was in 1 Samuel, chapter 10. The prophet Samuel anointed Saul as king over Israel. But Saul was not certain what to do with this appointment. He became even more confused about what he was to do when God filled him with His Spirit. When it was time for Saul to take on the kingship role he retreated and hid among the baggage.
Perhaps the biggest reason I jumped at the chance to volunteer at this fundraiser was to fulfill what I believe God's Spirit was calling me to do. It would seem that I'm finding myself in places and involved in opportunities that I would not normally do... all because of following the leading of God's Spirit. For many years I would hesitate... and sometimes run from getting involved with anything that might make me uncomfortable (hid among the baggage of my life). I am grateful to the Lord for helping me overcome these fears in my life.

Sometimes I have the idea float around in the back of my head to NOT love my neighbor as myself (secret confession of a pastor). I had a close friend tell me one time that they wished they could be 'off-duty' as a Christian sometimes. And just recently a friend was confessing to me that it would be so easy to give in and do the WRONG thing... and by doing the wrong thing they could actually 'get ahead.' How do we handle temptation like this when it comes?
I had to deal with this very thing today. I became very frustrated with a situation today involving folks who can be rather intolerable at times...just like today! I found myself feeling sad and then mad... and the longer I thought about it the madder I got. I knew I had to do something about what was going on inside of me so I called a friend and vented. Then God showed me His grace by reminding me of a dear lady (an adopted grandmother to me), and so I called her to talk about nothing in particular.
I'm still sad about the situation and the unresolved nature that remains within these people's lives, but I'm not mad about it any longer. This where I must trust in the Lord to do what I can not in order to bring about His will. My reading took me to Judges, chapter 14 today. I read about Samson and how God's Spirit came upon him. The thing that stands out the most to me about this is that Samson seemed to have a real problem with authority and did not tend to play nicely with others... he reminds me more of a spoiled brat. Yet God used this man in remarkable ways, even through his defiance to God's commands upon his life. God's will trumped Samson's disobedience and defiance. Realizing this I'm struck wondering how much more could have been accomplished through Samson's life if only he would have submitted more fully to the working of God's Holy Spirit?
O Lord, help me to be patient and to wait upon You in the situations I'm involved in. May I never grow too tired of doing the right thing for the right reasons... for Your glory. May I submit to the working of Your Holy Spirit within my life, and to live out the command to love my neighbor as myself. To God be the glory. -Amen.

This evening has been a fun time as my son, Christian, and I have been finishing up work on his 5th grade science project. We now both know a whole lot more about wet cell batteries and how you can generate electrical power from lemons. He called his experiment "Lemon Power"... I still think my name was better - "Pucker Power." But all Christian would say was, "Daaad... I'm not calling my experiment that!"

This has been a learning process for me... I've enjoyed giving him some guidance and then watching as he took off with the experiment; incorporating his own ideas as he went. I like seeing my children thinking for themselves... at least sometimes (when they are thinking in the positive ways). There are other times that I agree with Bill Cosby that kids are 'brain damaged.'

My reading took me to Colossians, chapter 1. Paul is offering praise and a prayer of thanksgiving because of the faith displayed by the church at Colossi. In this letter Paul mentions a person named Epaphras who had been responsible for teaching/modeling to the Colossians the Christian life. Paul calls this person a "dear fellow servant, who is a faithful minister of Christ...". This helps put into perspective for me the importance of my teaching and modeling of the Christian life to my family. It's the little areas... the little things that often times gets me off track. I'm reminded of an example given from the book Fantastic Families - "...It's not the great storm that destroys the giant oak tree - it's the little bugs! It's ironic that we weather the great storms and crises in life and then allow insignificant, trifling irritations to destroy our happiness and health."

Lord Jesus, help me to recognize and take care of those little things that bug me before allowing them to destroy the gifts you have given me with my family and my ministry. Thank You for the victory! - Amen.