Wally's World

2012-01-19T12:12:00.000-08:00

The Silver Anniversary Sylvania...

I can’t believe it! Diane and I are 4 months away from celebrating our 25th Wedding Anniversary and today I trashed the first appliance we ever bought together. Seeing that we have been through half a dozen microwaves, it’s hard to believe that any appliance could stand the test of time – let alone a television set. Actually, it was taken out of daily service and placed in cold storage about 2 years ago when a faltering picture tube gave everyone a sunburned glow. Yet a post-Christmas cleaning relegated the icon to depart from the premises…permanently.

It survived 3 moves, endless episodes of LA Law, E.R., Cosby and Raymond. Not to mention early childhood home videos from three children (obviously more from the first). Barney, Veggie Tales and Disney brought hours of entertainment to wondering eyes and empty minds. Rabbit ears, satellite and a couple bouts with cable made this a most versatile unit.

Now lest you think I’m memorializing the “Trojan Horse of Entertainment” … it’s a somewhat tongue-in-cheek sentimentality that marks time through the inanimate. This occasion has given me another glimpse not only into the passage of time but also into the emptiness of the temporal. On the flip side of that coin are the fulfilling blessings of everything that is eternal. Those are the lives and relationships that extend beyond the lifespan of any appliance and are definitely worth celebrating.

Even as I write this, my heart hurts for those around me: a lady in her 60’s who has been left paralyzed by invasive cancer surgery, 2 friends in their forties who are in the fight of their life for their lives right now and 3 men in mid-life who can’t seem to find a job in the midst of a thousand prayer circles.

Compartmentalizing and prioritizing “things that matter” is necessary at every stage of life. I guess for me and my TV…that is today!

2012-01-04T07:18:00.000-08:00

THE SIZE OF MY SHOEBOX

So, how many toys under your tree were broken on Christmas morning? Not just the ones for the kids but the grownups as well?

Please pardon the intrusion, but once again it allowed me a punctuation mark on the closing sentence of 2011. Every gift in every one of 7 million shoeboxes delivered thru Operation Christmas Child will one day lose their effectiveness. That is, their material effectiveness; their spiritual value is eternal. The difference between our perspective and theirs is the price of our toys and the size of our shoeboxes. Then again, it’s the thought that counts right? Our gifts of love and acts of service are extensions of the loving hand of God into lives that need to know that love. But, it’s not just the kid in Africa or the Romanian orphan that need to know that love. It’s also the children of all ages in our communities, our churches and even under own roofs…including you and me. Here’s hoping that whatever the holidays delivered to your home will last year-long in your heart. Something about the reassuring love of God that brings joy and peace to our personal existence…the real gift that keeps on giving.

2011-11-02T04:50:00.000-07:00

"...there rings a melody?..."

Sometimes my mind wanders to strange places at the most inopportune times. During worship, this requires a “spirit check” to determine if this is a divine thought or the subject of my own imagination.

Blessed is the church that acts in unity or in this case – sings a unified melody. Thanks to modern technology and a desire to make worship accessible to all, the lyrics of our music are delivered in the same manner to each of us. Surely, the voice of the Body in melody is most pleasing to the Lord.

Now – usually we see this as a good thing. No doubt it is.

However, it dawned on me recently that in so doing we are no longer a church that sings in harmony. I’m not proposing a revival of hymnals, but as we have discarded them, we no longer are privy to the true beauty of the tune. The “parts” intended by the author to give the song a deeper essence have been lost in the simplification of the program. We may all be on the same page, but are we doing a disservice to the composer if we finger paint the masterpiece?

In this instance, we can’t all deliver the melody. Some of us are called to sing the lesser parts. One thing I have learned in 31 years working adjacent to the music business: the most beautiful note that can be produced. You can find it at either end of the scale and sometimes smack in the middle. The most beautiful note is one of harmony. It gives depth to the simple and meaning to the mundane. There is certainly an art to such. I only pray that this “Body” never forsakes it for the melody.

2011-07-21T06:15:00.000-07:00

"Missed It By That Much..."

Music fills our minds and mouths on a regular basis, but sometimes there is a line or a lyric that reaches the heart. A line in a new song heard recently on WBFJ says; “the peace that passes understanding is my song…”

Each of us has a song that defines us, describe our character or pinpoint a certain place in life. That’s one of the joys of music. God uses the creativity of His servants (maybe even out of their pain) to encourage our hearts.

I’m not sure where this hot mid-summer day finds you. But as for me, I truly want to sing that chorus of peace previously mentioned. Things I don’t understand, circumstances over which I have no control and conditions I can’t explain can lead to hopelessness. That is, unless we lean on that peace we cannot define. I know I need it today and my guess is that you do too…

So regardless of the situation, let’s sing together and find rest in the arms that long to hold us…

2011-07-19T19:41:00.000-07:00

MIDDLE EAST MUSINGS: THE PENTATEUCH

"It's more than I expected"

One thing I have come to learn through a series of trips abroad is to always expect the unexpected. Flexibility is the key to any mission endeavor.

In the Amazon, I bathed in the waters of redemption. On the dark continent, I witnessed an uncanny commitment to the cause. So, how is it possible that in the cradle of civilization I find that the extended hand of kindness becomes the hand that seemingly prevents the furtherance of God's work?

On previous junkets, I have been challenged by physical labor, the lack of facilities, schedule, language and diet. But this time was different. What was intended to be a "feel-good" type of "happily ever after" scenario instead challenged my spirit to a greater awareness than ever before.

I am truly realizing that the poverty of the soul far exceeds any other need. It's not just a boy on a bike, an elderly lady selling socks or the keeper of the corner store. It's everywhere. It's everyone - a family, a community, a city, a nation. How can a single light be effective in a darkness that runs centuries deep?

To be honest, I don't know. But that is the part of the process that has to be left to the Sovereign Creator. If only one corner of darkness is broken by my little light, we can celebrate even the slightest beam of hope. Others will be encouraged to share their light and the Gospel will be given greater illumination.

I have always been encouraged by the life of the Body around the globe. It's a thrill to fellowship with other believers in different cultures and experience their zeal and deep faith. But in the midst of a society gripped by darkness, the zeal could seem pointless and the faith futile. In reality, the opposite is true but is seen only as we trade our western eyes for a heavenly perspective.

The Spirit's groanings are apt to describe the context of my Middle East experience. Sometimes being hands and feet means gripping that which is slipping away and walking the dusty paths of uncertainty. Yes, it was more than I expected , then again, I've come to expect that from God.

2011-06-12T04:10:00.000-07:00

MID EAST MUSINGS: TAKE FOUR

“Thank You!” Really? Why Me?

Okay, so I purchased the goods, packed the box and processed as a volunteer. But – not this box! This one is from Claire in Akron, Paul in Durham of Esther from Coral Gables.

I receive your gratitude on their behalf knowing that at this point I serve as the best representation of such that you will ever see. Taking that a step further- I stand here before you representing the Giver of all good gifts.

In fact, these gifts themselves are an offering of thanks to the One who has blessed us, healed us, provided for us and saved us. How do you adequately than k God for all that He has given? Taking what we have learned from Him, we give freely to others. We give to those can never give back to us. We give to those who could never tell us “thanks” or even know that it came from our hands.

You might say that “thank you” is welcomed here. It’s the core of our being, the thread of our culture, the language we speak. It’s the “attitude of gratitude” that permeates our being. Because of that, I can accept your thanks, add mine to it and defer the greater sum to the One who is most giving and most deserving. Under normal circumstances, it may not add up – but then again, these circumstances are far above normal.

2011-06-05T03:47:00.000-07:00

MID EAST MUSINGS: TAKE THREE

You would think it was a good thing, but…

When religion becomes culture, the task of separating from such becomes virtually impossible. The trappings of tradition offer considerably greater entanglement than we could have ever imagined.

I recently spent eight days immersed in a culture whose identity is deeply ingrained in a religious system that has existed for hundreds of years. It is a system serves a false god, promises a counterfeit hope and holds it’s constituents captive. Yet, in the middle of such, the places of worship remain virtually empty despite the constant presence of religion in everyday life.

To leave the practices of tradition would lead to familial extrication, perhaps even death. An outsider would consider it foolish to be trapped by society’s expectations. From an evangelical perspective, we wonder why the desire to follow Christ would be intentionally delayed due to cultural ramifications.

Yet, as we stand on the edge and gaze curiously across, a little self-evaluation seems prudent. How willing are we to lay aside the expectations of culture to get a greater grasp on the eternal? Affluence and prosperity beckon our time and attention. Even closer to home, believers can find themselves ensnared in the trapping of religion that have no foundation in Scripture. What is right tends to find its’ absolution in the expectations of others rather than the leading of the Holy Spirit.

It seems that the differences from the foreign culture are less obvious than previously thought. Perhaps it’s time to allow God to call us from the comfortable. At times like this we will find which homeland we really demands our allegiance…Strangers, Pilgrims and Aliens never did fit well…

2011-06-02T19:21:00.000-07:00

MID EAST MUSINGS: TAKE TWO

There it was – the red pen in the dirt. It caught my eye as we were preparing to leave. It lay there as a reminder of the fleeting escape of feelings. The pen had been purchased, packed and processed in hopes of changing a life for Christ. Granted a pen by itself has no such power, but in the hands of God, it can rewrite an eternity.

An hour before, the pen brought a euphoric bliss as a small part of a bigger picture. Minutes ago, the pen was called into immediate action to collect names and foreign words in collaboration similar to yearbook day at the local school. But, as pens do…it quit writing. At that point, it became the first casualty of a box full of goodies that will all eventually go the way of disappearing ink.

As we unpack the boxes of our lives, one by one, the items given to us no longer hold much value. In the end, we stand holding an empty box. This box once held promise and a glimpse of hope. It is no doubt an extension of love direct from the Giver. Isn’t it great to know that it is that love that is eternal, lasting long beyond the life of the box itself.

Isn’t that why we live this life in the first place?

So, as I pack and prepare my box this year, I will no doubt be purchasing those things that fade away once again. Yet it is my prayer that each item will hold the hope of a Living Savior to someone who needs to meet Him. For the introduction to the eternal will bring joy long after the toothpaste is gone, the toy breaks or the pen runs out of ink.

2011-05-30T02:01:00.000-07:00

Middle East Musings: Take One

The journey of a shoebox begins and ends in the heart of God. When the people of God are moved by compassion to touch the lives of others, God is glorified. While the names, faces and conditions of the recipients look different – all have been formed in the image of the Creator. Without the hope of Christ in their life, each lives in a state of poverty.

The blessings of the box are not so much material, but spiritual. Extending the love of the Lord to someone you will never meet allows God to move in the hearts of mankind. While the box may bless the individual, the opportunity empowers the Body. On one side, the Body looks outward, extends its’ focus and outreach. This in turn provides another arm of the same (though continents away) with strength, vigor and a new foothold for the Gospel.

So, is it possible to unveil the eternal by means of the temporal? Certainly – if God chooses. A rubber ball, a tube of toothpaste or a coloring book can be used as simply as a fish or a loaf of bread or any other tool that the Master Carpenter chooses to accomplish His task.

Because of this, I find joy in knowing that what I bring to God will be blessed and multiplied among the people for the purpose of His Kingdom. It’s not so important that the children know who brought the bread as long as they realize who provided the feast. We should consider it a privilege to catch a glimpse of the heart of God and make that our focus. With this in mind, even the simplest shoebox has miracle capacity in the hands of God.

2011-03-30T07:56:00.000-07:00

Is Youth Wasted On The Young?

What do we make out of the recent trend of the tragic death of teenagers from traffic-related accidents in our community? As the parent of three teens and one who works with more of the same on a weekly basis, it certainly gives cause for concern. While the circumstances surrounding each of these events differs, the commonality is found in a young life cut short – at least as we see it now.

It also makes me wonder if there is more to be found in these young lives than we are sometimes willing to look for. The “hope for tomorrow” or “the church of the future” may be looking beyond what God intends for the present. Perhaps these young lives have significant contributions for today. Scripture and history are filled with examples of young people making a difference for good in their society.

Is youth wasted on the young? Only if we let it…If we believe that God has ordained our days, He has done so for a purpose. Let’s respect that purpose, celebrate that life and give our youth the opportunity to honor and enjoy their Creator.

2010-11-22T08:48:00.000-08:00

"Thanks"...I think...

Thank You! I think I am supposed to say “Thank You” – I am sure you would prefer that I would WANT to say “Thank You” – SAY IT, FEEL IT, LIVE IT – WOW!

What would a “thank you” be like if it were lived out? Would it look like a bow or a curtsy? A bent knee or folded hands? Would it come with a gift or a bouquet of flowers? OR would it look like someone who didn’t care if they were noticed, recognized, congratulated or even appreciated? Would the “thank you” be in response to what I have been given or what I expect to receive? Will it be about things or will it be about You? Will the appreciation be for the Gift or the Giver? Or in this case are they one in the same?

I have a hard time receiving thanks – is that because I have a hard time expressing the same? Am I truly grateful for I have received or is it something I expected? I don’t want to hear my children say “thanks” as much as I want to see them live out that spirit of gratitude. I guess that’s how it is with you. Can I live my life so that I am always aware of what I have received from Your hand?

Lord, may my gratitude not be tied to the obvious, but help me to see and recognize those things that would go undetected to the one who cares more about the getting than the giving. May I not live a moment without the full appreciation of YOU in my life!

2010-11-13T12:31:00.000-08:00

DUTY-FREE ????

I think Diane said it best (she usually does): "It wasn't a cruise, vacation or concert - it was a retreat!" That's precisely the most accurate depiction of our 2010 Music Boat experience.

The concerts, the speakers, the worship, the fellowship and unexpected opportunities for ministry brought a much needed time of refreshing. The venture has allowed me a renewed appreciation for God's calling of my life, my family and my service for Him.

Great concerts featuring the David Crowder Band, Mandisa, Jeremy Camp, Third Day and more...Morning worship with Matt Maher...Devotions from David Nassar...Josh Hamilton, 321 Improv, the Bello Nock tightrope walk across the deck of the ship...and the emergence of the Triad's own 10-year old Emily Christopher as the musical sweetheart of the cruise!

How do I process all this? All in all, when I piece together the experiences of the past 2 months, I see God's hand in giving me some sort of perspective...His perspective - an eternal one. You see, we're on this boat for a short period of time - during which we can indulge or invest. Either way, at the end of the voyage, we will give an account for how we have spent our time, talent, energy and money. Hopefully, when the Captain says "Thanks for cruising with us", it will sound something like "Well done, good and faithful one."

2010-11-13T12:27:00.000-08:00

MUSIC BOAT 2010

{in 10 pictures}

2010-11-03T19:05:00.000-07:00

In the middle of all this was that trip to the Middle of the Earth…

The whirlwind of the past few weeks have left me feeling like a bewildered man who can’t see past the end of nose and has no idea where he spent last night. This hangover, however, has been more emotionally, spiritually and physically induced than anything chemical.

Meanwhile, back in Ecuador, while on a radio tour with HCJB Global, I had the privilege of being a guest on the TELARANA radio show. Interpreted as “the spider’s web”, this was a fitting description of this venture. You see, it was on this trip that I gained a fascinating new appreciation for my own life and the web, matrix or tapestry that had been divinely interwoven.

Standing in an arid jungle on another continent, God allowed me to see how He had used the lives of those who had intersected my own. Some directly and some I’ve never met. Nevertheless, things I had invested in were paying eternal dividends in ways I’d never imagined.

Why does this matter? Look around you. First of all, look at those that God has used in your life. These are usually not the ones you would have hand-picked or expected to be impact players on your team. Yet, God placed them in our path to mold our character, plot our plan or smooth the rough edges. Unknowingly, these people were the answers to our prayers.

As you take a second glance at those within your scope of vision, imagine the doors that God will open for the people in your life right now. In obedience to divine direction, these are the feet that will bring Good News to the waiting hearts that God has prepared.

In the midst of this web were college friends, former business associates and ministry partners. I thank the Lord for wisdom in choosing to support church and para-church organizations that are actively involved in Kingdom work and spreading that to the world.

We would probably all love a sneak peak behind the tapestry to see what the Divine Weaver is designing. But, you never really grasp its’ beauty until you are fortunate enough to take a few steps back and discover what each stitch has accomplished.

The untimely death of my close friend and coworker a mere two weeks after my return has given me the opportunity to see this handicraft in a more eternal perspective. God’s work is so great and His plan so perfect…it is my greatest privilege to be able to have any participation in the masterpiece.

Hopefully, it won't take a "journey to the center of the earth" for me to see it next time....

2010-10-16T19:56:00.000-07:00

This is Not What I Signed Up For:

I realize most job descriptions are not all-encompassing when it comes to the duties required. I am also aware that in the course of our lives: most of us will bury our parents, a few of us will bury a child and half of us will bury a spouse. The intersection of these two roads is where I found myself today. As the sun warmed my back, I wondered who would warm the heart of the widow. Would the fatherless children be able to again enjoy next summers grass beneath their feet? As the gentle breeze accompanied the leaves to the ground and the aroma of fresh-cut flowers filled the air, we rejoiced in the fact that unlike the leaf and the flower, the life of our friend is just as vivid and fragrant.

When you hire a new employee, you envision a long-term partnership. You make every effort to ensure a good fit. As that relationship develops, you wonder how you will adjust when one of you retires or moves to a higher calling in the ministry of occupation. For some reason, you never stop to think that companionship will find its' premature exit in death. From my side of things, a desk sits empty and a voice of encouragement is lost in silence. More importantly, a companion in ministry, a fellow soldier in the trenches, a friend... has found greener pasture to execute his talents. Not because of corporate downsizing, layoffs or some sort of dark dismissal. Instead, one who always desired to use his gifts for God's glory, now stands within arms' length of such.

Life's not fair...but, you know, if it were - we wouldn't have a chance of making heaven. The same seeming unfairness that brought me to this cemetery is the same unfairness that will reunite us one day. In this I find hope and faith to move on despite the hurt that lingers.

I never envisioned a week like this. Good thing - nobody would have taken the job...reckon it's part of the learning curve of life.

C'mon God, do the lessons on compassion always have to be this tough?

2010-09-19T20:26:00.000-07:00

DETOUR: SOUTH AMERICA

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2010-08-25T06:10:00.001-07:00

ROAD TRIP

It’s 10 minutes to school (20 on the Morning Car Pool), 15 minutes to church, 25 to work…give-or-take an hour to the grandparents, 4 hours to the beach and about 7 hours to take the college kid to Kentucky.

The interesting part in it all is how my body automatically conditions to the ride. There are days that the car pool ride seems almost as extensive as going to grandma’s house. The longer trips are often more bearable because it seems that my system adjusts to the task.

Today is the first day of school for most students in the Triad. This year’s journey has just begun. The next 180 days (179 now) seem like an eternity. However, every parent who has been around the school block a couple times will tell you how fast 180 x 13 really is…

What excites the soul is that despite the days that drag into infinity contrasted with the weeks that fly by, we are assured that indeed we have been conditioned for the duration of the journey. The length of some our journeys resemble a ride to work while others are a cross-country trek. Even so, our steps are planned and our days are numbered by the One who started us on this journey to begin with…let’s enjoy the ride!

2010-07-21T03:44:00.000-07:00

THINGS ARE NOT AS THEY SEEM...

What is it about human nature that desires our victories to be public? We want everyone to know that we are winners, accomplished the task, achieved the prize…and they – did not!

Ticker-tape parades, championship t-shirts and Rose Garden receptions have become the standard of the winners’ spoils. Victory itself seems incomplete without the praise of others.

Recently, my family had opportunity to celebrate a victory that was nearly a decade in the making. However, due to circumstances beyond our control and a powerful mid-summer thunderstorm, the celebration of such was basically non-existent. Those who had helped make the dream a reality had been dispersed by the events of the day.

How many victories in life go by without notice? Does the lack of attention cheapen the achievement?

I guess we have to ask ourselves if the joy of the victory is in the celebration OR in the accomplishment, the finished race, the job well-done? Maybe…our focus in winning should mirror that of the One who endured by finding joy in the “prize that was set before Him.” That trumps the party every time!

2010-07-08T07:01:00.000-07:00

HAND ME DOWNS

What do I like about you? You are loving. You are forgiving. You are grace. You are mercy. Of course, it’s probably from your love that your grace, mercy and forgiveness extend. They are like fingers from an open hand that reaches to grasp mine. That open hand of love offers acceptance, guidance and security. Sometimes it holds my hand; sometimes it holds me up. Sometimes, it holds the very thing that is needed for that moment – I only have to empty my hands to accept its’ grasp.

2010-06-17T10:47:00.000-07:00

"ain't it good to know that you've got a friend..."

My wife and I recently returned from a weekend to the beach in celebration of our wedding anniversary. Upon the obligatory reboot of the laptop, I found myself faced with a lengthy series of friend requests from my FaceBook account.

Now, I’m not into accumulating a plethora of friends or seeking out others for an notch on the belt of social networking.

What was interesting to me in all of this was the diverse nature of the situation. Among the requests were: the personal manager of a top selling musical artist (he & I had a professional friendship in a previous life), an old friend from college who I had not seen or heard from in nearly 25 years, a 13-year old girl from our church youth group, a wife who has recently joined our Sunday School class and a single lady in her 30’s who has volunteered for us for years.

This may not seem that odd to you, but to me it amazes me at how broad my life has become. If social networking serves no other purpose, it should allow us to see that our lives are certainly not lived in isolation. George Bailey would have a “hay-day”…

Don’t you wish you could gather all of your FaceBook friends together in one place? For some, it would be a coffee shop, others might want to reserve an auditorium and a few of us might require Texas Stadium.

I think it would be life-changing for the 13-year old girl who loves music to meet the artist manager. What if the college friend compared notes with the new found acquaintance? They could give a witness to where my life was and what it has now become. A microcosm of my life: over 750 friends representing all economic, social, racial and even religious circles from all over the country and across the world. All with one common denominator…me. Surely there is some worth in that! There is for me…as I have been granted a daily reminder of those that God has ordained my life to intersect.

So…what is the value of being a friend?

2010-05-20T06:35:00.001-07:00

ALMOST DRY?

Cell phone is off. Nothing to read. No form of entertainment to capture my imagination. It’s a matter of simply sitting – in silence – for 150 minutes and doing…absolutely nothing! Such is the life of an EOG PROCTOR! It is the educational equivalent of watching paint dry…a necessary evil in the current scheme of things.

What makes this so difficult for me and so dreaded for hundreds of other parents each year? Has my personal culture of “busy” become such an adrenaline rush that stopping is only for a few winks of sleep?

The endless silence leaves me to the limited observations of the present environment and the unlimited world of my personal thought life. Perhaps, that is what frightens me – how often are we left alone to do nothing but think? Just the thought of it fries the brain!

I know it’s a discipline I must develop and accept for what it brings. Is my thought life so untrained that it lacks the capacity to perform on its own? Is it possible, I have become so accustomed to having my thinking done for me that the freedom to think bears great resemblance to those first fears of walking, climbing or driving?

For me, it comes down to the fact of being an annual reminder of what I should be doing on a more regular basis. Maybe by next year my thinking cap will fit better and the fear of “nothing to do” will subside into “look what I can do.”

I think I can, I think I can…

2010-05-05T06:14:00.000-07:00

THE WEB HE WEAVES...

“A cord of three strands is not easily broken” – traditionally, I have heard this verse (Ecclesiastes 4:12) aptly applied to a marriage relationship firmly entwined with the Lord. However, at last night’s Sharathon concert, I received a fresh perspective on this passage. In the realm of ministry thru the means of Christian Radio, God has also established a cord of three strands. This is the tapestry that He is weaving. It incorporates the artistry of the musician, the outreach of the station and the faithfulness of its supporters.

The transparent gratitude of the artists in the concert lineup gave credibility to the dependence of the musician on radio to provide a conduit for their ministry to reach peoples lives. In conjunction, it is then obvious the relation of that conduit to those that provide for its existence.

So, if you enjoyed the concert last night (or any night for that matter) or if the music you hear on WBFJ ministers to the lives of you and your family, know that as a supporter of this ministry you have an equal portion in providing the blessing.

Your participation gives the musician a voice, an opportunity to speak into the hearts of the hurting, the broken and the needy in addition to the joyful, the content and the worshiper. They thank you and we thank you! Isn’t it great how the Lord is using whatever each of has to give!

Cause here I am And like a thousand times before, I sing againAnd when all my simple words have found their end Once again I’m even more amazed by the beauty and the mystery of Your ways Oh how marvelous to hear You call my name So when there’s nothing left to bring, and there’s no song left to sing, Here I am!
- Pocket Full Of Rocks “A Worshipper’s Prayer”

2010-03-01T09:03:00.000-08:00

MY LIFE IN THE BRIDGE

THE BRIDGE: something that connects 2 points that might not otherwise be joined. In music, it’s that piece near the end of the arrangement that usually joins a pair of choruses that otherwise would have an awkward transition. To the music theory student, the bridge is the contrasting third group of 8 bars in a 32-bar chorus.

It’s an important element of the script that follows the last verse. It rarely adheres to the tune and lyrical flow of the verses. Yet, it often takes the content of what has been presented so far and sends it to a higher level. I find in the bridge the real meaning of the lyric that the writer wishes to convey.

So – what if our life is a song? When the familiar tune of the early verses change to that of the bridge, can we trust that the Composer still crafts things as eloquently? Can we rely on His lyrical prowess to deliver an empowering message that not only compliments the song, but takes it to a higher level?

Last week, within a 48-hour span, I experienced the testimony of two men whose bridge was being written. The first was an accountant who, at the age of 50, obeyed the call of God to leave the securities of society and take the Gospel to poor children in South America. The second event was the ordination service of a 53-year old servant now ready to follow whatever path God directs. The first and second verses of the song of their life had been sung. Now, they await the riveting tune of the bridge.

So…who writes the bridge of our lives? And, will we let it be sung or will we be so stuck in the all-familiar chorus that it stifles the melody?

If my life is a song, I must be somewhere near the close of the second verse. As my voice prepares to proclaim the chorus, my curiosity peaks wondering what the Author has prepared for the bridge. If it is an octave higher, I pray for the ability to reach that note. If the bridge is a beat faster, may I have find the rhythm to match. If the lyrics bring a message I didn’t expect, may I have the grace to proclaim the truth.

2010-02-22T10:55:00.000-08:00

36 HOURS IN HUNTINGTON:

Okay, I’ll admit it…I’m a FRINGE JUNKIE…I’m too far behind on “24” to ever catch up; I gave up on the sex-starved Gregory House seasons ago and Idol has failed to lure me in this time around. However, the Sci-Fi adventures of the Bishops and Agent Dunham have peaked my interest. I also tend to find interesting spiritual parallels in the interaction of the two worlds depicted.

Of great intrigue to me are the “Observers”. They are the bald guys in suits, appearing frequently, sent to earth, not to interact, but to observe. They transcribe everything and make mental notes regarding seemingly normal people that become key players in the story that plays out.

I found myself in a similar role recently while spending a couple days at a collegiate conference swim championship. Here’s what I found:

- GOOD CHOICES BIRTH GREAT RESULTS. Looking around me, I saw the results of years of decisions – most were wise. I envisioned a similar scenario with weaker results due to improper decision making. Thank You Lord for providing clear direction and the courage to step that way – it was worth it!

- I AM HANGING OUT WITH OLDER PEOPLE. I guess that’s because I am getting older. Grey hair, grandchildren and getting a little extra rest tend to dominate more table conversation with friends and acquaintances these days. It’s uncommon ground for me, but I find the givers of the information to be more caring, sincere and gracious than their predecessors. Besides, the pace of the experience itself proved to me that I am not getting younger.

- THE THINGS WE HOLD IN COMMON ARE GREATER THAN OUR DIFFERENCES. Kinda like a taste of heaven...how else can instant comraderie from a collection of individuals from a variety of diverse backgrounds be explained?

- ETERNAL TRUMPS TEMPORAL IN EVERY HAND DEALT. It’s a given, but sometimes it takes little reminders to enable us to maintain the “big picture” scope if you will….

- RETRO IS NOT ALWAYS VOGUE. See title of Blog = Enough Said!

The FRINGE Observer often appears to be stoic, oblivious, uncaring and unmoved emotionally. However, from time-to-time, the individuals watched become more than observants – they require attention and stir our emotions.

So, as I sit in silent observance, my heart is stirred at the memories being made, the lives intercepted and the moment in time that seems etched in my mind. It was only a day and a half in the midst of a year of transition, but in this brief period, I find lives brought into mine that require my care and attention. Mine is not the only life affected in this season.

2009-12-30T05:19:00.001-08:00

DEFINITELY NOT THE SAME OLD AULD LANG SYNE...

Is our appearance on this earth an advent? Better yet, does it become one when the indwelling Christ takes up residence in our lives?

As the end of 2009 approaches, I reflect on what has been a great year…but, then it seems like I’ve been to more funerals and funeral homes in the past year than at any point in my life. This sobering fact may be an indicator of advanced age, a broadening of my social circle or simply a greater awareness of the grief that encounters each of our lives.

Despite this concurrence, I find hope in knowing that the Believer has more life in death than in life itself. We don’t want to think that is true from the human perspective…but then again, ours is just that – the human perspective.

Tomorrow, my youngest becomes a teenager. This was a child who was ushered into the world nearly two months ahead of schedule. He spent his first week in the world on a respirator and waited that long for his mommy to hold him. Now, he epitomizes that joy of life and we praise God daily for this gift.

However, during the weeks he spent in the hospital allowing his body to mature to that of a new born – a part of him passed away…actually it did for all of our children, and each of us as well. As a sign, there comes that time for each newborn where “the raisin” is thrown away. At least that’s what we called it at our house. “The raisin” is that final remnant that serves as a reminder of our source of life for the previous nine months.

It’s like the flowers we place at a gravesite – only a symbolism of what was once living. We believe that life begins at conception, so ideally, Christ’s advent was months before Bethlehem. Being made in His image, gives us hope that our lives are not defined by calendars or years, by the measure of eternity for which we were created.

Happy New Year!

2009-10-07T05:28:00.000-07:00

NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT

It’s another great day at the Dixie Classic Fair...BUT…if you’ll allow me a personal spin on the day – it is most special and somewhat nostalgic. There will be no accolades from Willard Scott or letter from the President, but in an assisted living facility in middle Tennessee, my Aunt Mary celebrates her 100th birthday!

If anyone ever walked the earth that deserves a “Well Done, Good & Faithful Servant”, in my opinion, it is my Aunt Mary. She never married or had a family. Instead, she gave her entire life to reaching children with the Gospel in Bible Clubs and Summer Camps. Her physical heritage bears no heirs, but her spiritual lineage runs deep.

It’s seems only fitting that God numbers her days beyond a century. Her story is nothing more than a life of faithfulness – in serving her Savior and dwelling in His presence.

For most of us, the fair evokes a broad spectrum of memories – from our own childhood to the days we boarded the carousel with our own toddlers…today, my memories are like a homespun quilt from Yesterday Village – a true reminder of the fabric from which are lives are sown. Happy 100th Birthday Aunt Mary – it’s a privilege to be cut from the same cloth…and in your honor, I enjoyed chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, because that’s what you would have served…now if I can find some KFC for lunch....

2009-09-09T06:32:00.000-07:00

SEPTEMBER 9th

The morning of September 9, 1994 was nothing spectacular. We awoke to a unique blend of fairly traditional Christmas music blaring from the clock radio. My wife loaded up the mini-van with an infant and a preschooler to drop them off at the babysitters while she headed off to teach kindergarten. Meanwhile, I headed north to downtown for what was to be the climax of a long struggle. After months of litigation and years of preparation, this was the day that everything came together.

Shortly after lunch on that Friday afternoon a reasonable gathering of ministers, lay leaders, businessmen, friends and family joined together in the lobby at 1249 Trade Street. After a time of prayer, testimonies, tears and commitment, the switch was flipped, the station was identified and programming began on the Triad’s first new frequency in over a decade. WBFJ-FM was born!

15 years – we commemorate today, we celebrate all month, and we thank God continually. I’m sure much has changed in each or our families over the past 15 years. That mini-van is long gone, the babysitter is now with the Lord, that kindergarten class is on the other side of their college education. In fact, the preschooler is now a freshman in college himself and the infant in the car seat is a few months from her own drivers’ license.
We don’t know where the next 15 years will take us, but we know Who will take us there

2009-08-26T06:50:00.001-07:00

SOAK UP THE SUN (SON)

I think I’m in love – No, not that mushy romantic stuff – It’s more a new appreciation of something that’s always been there, but now gives me greater perspective. I’ve been “awakened” if you will…

On a recent early morning walk, the rays of sunlight pierced the light fog and mixed with a gentle breeze to provide a most conducive condition for exercise. It gave me a fresh awareness for what I usually take for granted.

I realized that it was the same sun I enjoyed this morning that warmed my back in Africa and brought the new day to my family as they ministered in Guatemala. It bakes the sands of Carolina Beach and melts the snow on the mountains of Lake Tahoe. The same sun that shone on the day of my birth will give light, warmth and hope when I leave this world – just as it does for everyone else. From its’ creation, it has lighted the way for every creature who has walked this earth.

The same sun shines brightly from Lesotho to Lexington, Antigua to Arcadia and from Winston-Salem to Wilmore. Drawing a tip from Fievel (American Tale), I realize that a ray of hope can be found in this same sun that gives light to us all – or should I say, the same Son who gives light to us all. This Son not only provides our eternal source of illumination, but also provides light to guide our steps today, bring warmth to our troubled hearts and hope to our darkest night. This is the Light that shines above the clouds on the gloomiest of days and allows us to only pass thru the “shadow” of death. Yes, the “shadow proves the sunshine” (Switchfoot). To me, it’s an assuring reminder that the One who created us shines on and cares for us all. We can move forward in the light that we have been given.

“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you.” Isaiah 60:1

2009-07-21T06:53:00.001-07:00

FINISHING WELL...

I’ve spent the better part of the past 3 days observing finishes. Yes, starts are crucial and the distance travelled must be undertaken properly. But, all that is worthless without a good finish.

For the first 2 days, I stood, stopwatch in hand, gazing over the edge of the pool observing young swimmers completing their race. “Swim to the wall!” “Don’t stop early.” A good solid finish can often determine the outcome of the race as Mr. Phelps proved last summer in Beijing. The difference between finishing well and failing to do so may only be fractions of seconds – but, it is often the difference between winning and losing, making the team or ending the competition early.

The following day, I sat silently watching across a sterile hospital room observing an aged competitor nearing the end of her race. She pursued the goal, she completed her pursuit, she kept the faith, and she finished well! In one final breath, she touched the wall as time expired – Victory at last!

Unlike the swimmer who counts the strokes in the lap and the breaths needed to reach the goal, we do not know the length of our race. You’d think that would make “finishing well” an impossible strategy. But – if every step, every stroke, every lap is made with the finish line in perspective; we assure ourselves that the prize we reach for is worth every effort extended.

What a Weekend!

I never expected that defeat and death would bring such a measure of satisfaction. The past 3 days provided a most fascinating journey to experience. Not every competitor won their race, but each one… “finished well”.

2009-06-03T07:25:00.000-07:00

Today's POMP is tomorrow's CIRCUMSTANCE..

To the class of 2009...at least the one living under my roof:

Choices. Life is a series of choices. Fortunately, you have already made the most important choice in life – the one that will impact your future destiny. From this point on, your choices will impact the future destiny of those around you. From college to career, marriage to ministry and family to financial decisions – we pray that your choices will be wise choices. Choices that reflect a heart that is passionate for Truth and that build upon the foundation where you now stand. Choices that are a result of knowing the One who has chosen you…

2009-04-29T13:43:00.000-07:00

Is it “Looking back to Lesotho”…OR…“Anticipating what’s ahead for Africa” ???

We sit here on the opening day of Sharathon and I’m given the chance to reflect on last month’s trip to distribute radios in the remote villages of Lesotho. I became very aware that every radio that I was fortunate enough to put into the hands of an impoverished grandmother or a weathered farmer signified so much. Not only did it represent God’s love and the opportunity to hear the Gospel, but also your faithful prayer and financial support of WBFJ. Your gift to keep Christian radio strong in the Triad was multiplied, packaged and sent halfway around the world to people who may never know your name and have likely already forgotten my face. The experience remains humbling even 8 weeks later – having the privilege to represent you in God’s ministry…but then again, I guess that’s what happens every day. WOW – that’s even more humbling!

As exciting as it was to share those radios with hundreds of villagers who cherished their arrival and will hopefully find God’s grace as result, I am just as thrilled at the hundreds more who are anxiously waiting today. And today…we can make a difference for them too. We know of 400 more village residents currently praying for the Lord’s provision. We hope God uses the WBFJ family to answer those petitions.

As was customary for our distributions, I will clap twice and bow my head with open palms anxiously awaiting God’s gift. And then I will slowly raise my head and with a glance of gratitude look into the eyes of the Giver of all good things. He is the provider of every breath we take, every dollar given to this ministry and every life that is touched.

2009-03-11T02:36:00.000-07:00

Washing Africa Off My Shoes

As I am cleaning out my suitcase from the recent trip to Lesotho, I was met with a deep stench rising from the Ziploc bags of dirty clothes. A quick search revealed the perpetrator of the problem: my tennis shoes. They bore the dust of the dirty streets of Maseru as well as that of the surrounding hillsides. The heat of the African days had left the residue of sweaty feet inside. I guess if you think about it – there is a Biblical perspective in the feet of those who bring good news…

Was the trip life-changing? Not for me. But it was for somebody, in fact many somebody’s…Am I glad I went? You bet! Would I go again? Sure!

A week gives only the slightest glimpse into the heart and soul of a culture. One that took thousands of years to develop cannot be accurately dissected within days. For me, this journey provided renewed assurance that God can/is working in all parts of the world no matter if it fits into our pattern of ministry or not. It also gives me confidence of the calling that God has placed in the hearts of man to serve Him in every culture, community or country.

No project was completed, there were no children that I wanted to bring home and I really didn’t struggle with a strong desire to remain in Maseru. The time has been good, the trip worthwhile and the money well spent. God’s servants from both sides of the ocean have been encouraged and His people have found their strength renewed. His light still shines in every corner of the world.

I have always wanted to go on a trip and distribute shoeboxes with Operation Christmas Child…I think I just did. The children were much older and their boxes contained nothing but radios. But the gift of love remains just that and the joy in which it is received is unparalleled in human emotion. The intent was to bring to Africa something they could use for God’s glory. Instead, we take back a greater perspective of the same. America has a lot to offer the world. God has more. The world doesn’t necessarily need America…it does need God!

So, as the sand and dirt of Lesotho has escaped into the drains of Davidson County, I pray that the experience will always have an impact, the names will never be forgotten and the faces continually etched in my memory. Yeah, my shoes look brand new again…maybe it’s a reflection of the hearts reached on this journey.

2009-02-25T06:15:00.000-08:00

Whose Barn Is It Anyway!

So…as I sit watching the President outline his plans to rebuild our economy thru a series of stimulus...it caused me to think – that can be dangerous!

Regardless of where your perspective falls in all of this or which side of the aisle demands your allegiance, the underlying factors affect us all and in some way result from decades of poor planning and stewardship.

It was like there another State Of The Union being given to our entire country from the Highest Authority:

"Then he said, 'This is what I'll do. I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. And I'll say to myself, "You have plenty of good things laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry." '
"But God said to him, 'You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?'
"This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for himself but is not rich toward God."

Republican or Democrat, White Collar or Blue, Christian or Agnostic – we are all guilty of the mismanagement of God’s resources…

No matter where we go from here, it kinda makes you wonder if we didn’t miss something along the way…if we get another chance, let’s not blow it!

2008-12-08T09:50:00.001-08:00

NOT A MEN'S ROOM IN SIGHT...

I always wondered what it would be like to be a woman at a Promise Keepers event. Well, I got a glimpse recently while attending a Women Of Faith Revolve Tour weekend for teen girls.

We neared the coliseum, passing dozens of church vans filled with adolescent young ladies anticipating the experience of a lifetime. Myself, like many of them had no idea what to expect. The next 22 hours proved to be quite an array of energy, music and Biblical instruction for life.

So what’s a guy like me doing in a place like this? Good question. That’s what I was wondering. It was in the words of one of the speakers of the evening that I found the wisdom to take from the weekend. For her, the investment of her time and talents into the lives of young people finds its’ base in the instruction of Paul from I Timothy 4:12: Don’t let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity.

Do we look at the lives at the teens we know as examples of faith, love and purity? Why not? What impact do the lives of these young people have in our society?

As one of a handful of men in the midst of 7,000 screaming girls, I realized that from this group would come a number of missionaries, teachers, nurses and many others that God would use to change the world one life at a time. The hands that waived 6,900 cell phones in syncopated rhythm would be used by God to touch lives for His glory. The feet that jumped to the beat of the band would lead a generation to follow. These voices will indeed: “…sing of His love forever.”

Teenage girls that change the world? The girls in our churches? Our schools? Our homes? It’s believable! And highly likely seeing that this is a season where we celebrate a teenage girl who changed the world forever – not with her ability, but with her availability.

Thanks Mary…oh, and Merry Christmas!

2008-11-26T07:36:00.000-08:00

"Excuse Me and Thank You for the Meal..."

A Thanksgiving Blog? That’s kinda campy, corny or uninspiring – certainly there can be a more original display of divine gratitude…

Again this year there is so much to be thankful for: provision of the basic needs of life, health, friends and family. Victories, successes, sunsets and plans that worked provide the sustenance of what we count as our blessings. But what about the failures, sickness, storms and the plans that never got off the ground? Thanks in ALL things?

If there is one thing that I have learned this year is that each of those things I cannot accomplish myself – God can…and He can thru me. It’s not that “I” can do all things thru Christ who gives me strength, BUT it’s CHRIST in me who brings strength enabling me to do all things. I guess that would include giving thanks even in the toughest of circumstances. Now, that’s not where I find myself today. But I have friends who are there. I have to be thankful that the same Christ who gives support to my weakness will be allowed the chance to do the same for them.

I have seen this year more than ever that God’s ways are far beyond my understanding. My gratitude is given in full trust that He extends His grace to all and is benevolent enough to allow each of us a place in His great plan.

So thanks Lord for allowing me the opportunity to live the life You have called me to – I should want nothing else…oh yeah, and thanks too for that mess of leaves in the yard that needs to be moved this weekend.

2008-11-06T07:53:00.000-08:00

FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY

Several weeks ago, I was reading an article regarding the role of evangelicals in our recent election. A statement in the article jumped off the page and hit me square in the face: “In this election, the economy has become a moral issue for evangelicals.”

My initial reaction was one of shock, denial and disbelief. There is no way that one’s finances equate with their moral character or ethical decisions. Only a world operating apart from absolutes would yield such a selfish perspective.

However, after some prayer, deep thought and Scriptural searching, I have begun to see how this might actually bear some truth. There are elements to our economic situation that DO hold moral value:

- The poverty-stricken who are struggling due to the loss of a job or a health issue. The Bible addresses helping the poor far more often than many of the moral standards we establish.
- How about the greed and avarice that lie behind a corrupt financial system built on false pretences and encouraging people to make bad decisions. Proverbs anyone?
- Speaking of which – how many of us are in direct conflict with Scripture simply by being in debt? (See, my hand is raised too)

Each of these is a moral issue operating as a direct result of our ‘amoral economy’. So do we as Evangelicals, as Christians face the economy as a moral issue?

From Habakkuk 3:
Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.

Picture the background of this verse: an agricultural based economy that has fallen on hard times…In agri-business, the recovery will take longer than tomorrow, next week or even next month…YET…I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.

So even if the morals of money pollute our horizon, we find refuge in a God who cares about sparrows and hairs on our head, not to mention the dollar in our pocket.

2008-10-13T10:50:00.000-07:00

FAIR THEE WELL ???

Go back about 35 years to a dusty fairground in eastern North Carolina. The Wayne County Fair was the place to be…all the school kids crowded the barn for the County Spelling Bee…yours truly was happy to go home with a green gorilla picked up as a prize simply by putting a quarter on my birthday month…is it always this easy?

Reverse time about 25 years and the asphalt of the Greensboro Coliseum parking lot forms the foundation for a high-schoolers’ fair experience. At this point in life, the fair does not exist outside the experience of the midway. Except of course thru the eyes of my girlfriends’ grandparents who faithfully oversaw the agricultural exhibits…is it always this exciting?

The next step back would about 15 years, pushing a preschooler in a stroller thru the quaintness of the Davidson County Fair. Separating barnyard straw from cotton-candy fingers, attempting to feed the animals in the petting zoo without dropping a quarters worth of crumbs and finally stabilizing the young one for a trip around the carousel…is it always this enlightening?

Fast forward to the most recent Dixie Classic Fair that is now behind us…there were many highlights to this year’s experience, including catching up with old friends, meeting some new ones and seeing God work in variety of ways. Perhaps, the highlight for me was the opportunity to spend an evening at the fair with my parents…something I have not been able to do in over two decades and something I may not have chance to do ever again. There were no games of chance, no rocking roller coasters, and not even a tip-toe thru the barnyard. Instead, was an evening that moved at a much slower pace, yet moved much too quickly…but was worth every step that was taken. Easy? Exciting? Enlightening? Invaluable!

2008-09-11T07:54:00.000-07:00

My Olympic Moment

It finally happened – the 2008 Olympics were a blast! My children were all of the age where they understood and appreciated the Olympic effort, spirit and championship. The games dominated our attention for over two weeks. Being a “swimming family”, we deprived ourselves of sleep night after night to follow Michael Phelps historic achievements. It was a thrilling ride and hats off to every athlete who was given the opportunity to compete.

Recently, my wife and I made a trip to California that provided my “Olympic Moment”…including a chance encounter with Gold-Medalist Shawn Johnson in the Phoenix Airport.

Our destination was Squaw Valley, California – about 5 miles from Lake Tahoe in the eastern mountains of the Golden State. Squaw Valley hosted the 1960 Winter Olympics which was quite a historic happening in its’ own rite. Even though it has been nearly half a century since the last victor received their medal, the awe and mystique of this worldwide gathering of athletic prowess exists even today.

Only three buildings remain from the 1960 celebration, but to stand in that valley and imagine the cheers, the crowds, the chill, the cold war standing still for 10 days one midwinter…the Olympic aura became real - giving even greater appreciation for what has become a worldwide tradition. Akin to this was meeting Ken – a weathered man in his late 70’s who served as the Official Starter of the Alpine Events of the 1960 games. The gleam in his eye and the thrill in his voice were obvious as he recalled the joys of victory, the agonies of defeat and the goodness of mankind as seen from his hilltop perspective.

Seemingly in the midst of “My Olympic Moment” the thing that kept coming back to mind was “The Great Cloud Of Witnesses”. Isn’t it wonderful to have those who encourage us in this race we run? Not many of us will swim before thousands or walk a balance beam in front of a worldwide audience. But each of us has someone who cheers our every victory and feels the pain in each defeat. Fortunately, we don’t have to travel to China or California to find that support. He’s the Coach to the contestant , the Trainer to the weary, the Seasoned Vet to the rookie, the Parent to the discouraged and the Fan of every participant.

2008-07-09T04:05:00.000-07:00

BEACH BLOG#2: "The Album Cuts Of Life"

This summer’s family vacation actually gave me cause to think about work – Imagine that! You see, as each member “plugged in” to their music choices, somewhere between the ear buds were careers, ministries, tragedies and triumphs. Each downloaded selection epitomized the life cycle of the music industry. Being a player in this game allows me keen insight into the way it works out.

How do you pick the songs for your I-Pod (or insert generic MP3 player name here)? One of my teens will blindly load an entire cd once it enters the house in hopes that all the music will prove worthy of drive space. Another only chooses the songs that they have heard on the radio, at church or suggested by friends. I find myself somewhere in the middle – I will get a new cd, listen to it for about a week and then carefully select the songs that get loaded.

The insight that this comparison provided came as I spent some “Wally-time” listening to my own selections. In this relatively small grouping of songs came tunes that are truly impacting – yet remain obscure to those who never ventured beyond the surface songs.

Now I could spend hours (pages) discussing song selection and music rotations, but that is not the point. What we must realize is that for every great song heard on the radio, there are a dozen good songs on the artist’ album. For every good song on the album are many more that didn’t quite make the cut. Yet each tune represents the heart of the songwriter. Are certain heart thots more deserving to be heard than another?

Here’s to the album cuts of life - those things that impact us deeply that only a few people will ever really discover. Recently, we have some friends whose family has been turned upside down by the diagnosis of Hodgkins Lymphoma in a relatively young father. It’s at the point where only a few people know. To most, everything appears fine on the surface as people concern themselves with the day to day stuff that doesn’t matter - when in reality, our friends are hurting and their world has been rocked.

May it never suffice that I am satisfied to see only what exists on the surface, but Lord help me to dig deeper to experience the album cuts of life!

2008-07-07T06:00:00.000-07:00

BEACH TRIP: TAKE ONE {Buoys & Gulls}

The annual beach trip came a lot sooner this year…Not really, it just seemed that way. In fact, I still remember what we ate last year, the score at bocce and how many fish were caught. No sooner will I turn around than I will be facing the mighty Atlantic once again.

This years’ epic included our first family venture into kayaking the salt marsh. This was an exciting adventure that stretched the body and the mind. As our guide elaborated on the variety of wildlife surrounding us, it was interesting to note the difference in the typical shore birds. In fact, most of us tend to be most like the famed seagull. Understand, the seagull never catches its’ own meal. You will not see one dive into the ocean to snatch a fish. You will not find it pecking sand fleas off of the shore line. The seagull is a thief and always mooches off someone else - be it another bird of prey or an unsuspecting human packing bread crumbs.

You and I are a lot like that. Now, there’s nothing wrong with reading a good book or listening to a powerful singer or inspiring speaker. From Beth Moore to Chris Tomlin to David Jeremiah and all points in between, how many of us are guilty of spiritually mooching off somebody else’s Scriptural feast? Instead of searching, discovering and ingesting our own nourishment, we are content to gnaw on the already chewed portions from those who walk the road before us. Gleaning is great - but how much better is sowing and reaping. Something about slurping milk when we should be sinking our teeth into a succulent ribeye.

So, if I’m taking something home from the beach this year (besides sunburn and sand in yet to be discovered places), it’s the desire to not be a spiritual seagull. It may take a little more effort and time – but, it’s sure to be worth it in the end. In fact, the process itself should prove to be worthwhile. Now, I’m not completely giving up my diet of crumbs and milk, but I’m definitely searching some minnows and steak to satisfy the appetite and please the palate. After all, I plan on having my own plate at the wedding feast!

2008-06-25T05:36:00.001-07:00

Where Has All The Fun Gone?

About five or six years ago, my family decided to dive head-first into swimming as a competitive sport. For three months each winter and two months every summer, swimming pretty much dominates the landscape of our lives. Recently, however at a summer league swim meet, I noticed a disturbing trend that left me reflecting on my own life.

In the course of competition, it appeared that those who only participate in the sport in a more recreational nature seemed to find more joy in the race, more passion in the performance than those who have adopted swimming as a year-round venture. Granted, those are the ones who realize that most races are won and lost in the training pool. They are also aware that most cheers go unnoticed under the water and each participant is limited on how much “faster” they can really go in a given race. Still, these are the ones who seem complacent to art of competition, the thrill of the final lap and the joy of winning even a preliminary heat.

It made me think about my own life. I’ve walked the Christian journey for a number of years – even “professionally” if you will. I wonder - have I lost that joy in the journey, that passion for performance? I’ve seen numerous prayers for healing seemingly go unanswered. I’ve watched Christians ignore the things that really matter in exchange for the temporal. First hand, I’ve witnessed those who give their lives to ministry burned out and spiritually numb from the experience.

Yes, I know that the competition is often won or lost in the school of theology and Bible study. I am aware that emotions are shallow and fleeting and can’t be trusted. It is the Object of our faith that guides us to the finish line in final victory.

But, has my training negated my passion? Has the joy of running (or swimming) the race been diminished by the inevitable outcome? Has the whole process become commonplace to me?

Lord, give me the discipline of the committed athlete, but in it all may I never lose the simple joy that should come with each lap completed. And may the smallest of victories thrill my heart as a token of Your love for me.

2008-06-11T07:37:00.000-07:00

ISN'T COMMENCEMENT A BEGINNING?

I had the opportunity this past weekend to witness first-hand two graduation celebrations of a completely different sort. Each occurred within the course of a single afternoon in the same auditorium.

The first ceremony celebrated the life of a 43-year old lady who had graduated from the pains of cancer that ravaged her body. As her tassel was turned, she received a “Well Done, Good & Faithful Servant” from her Creator. Ironically, she devoted the career portion of her life to educate high school students preparing for life.

The students that filled the room an hour later may not have been the ones she taught, but they represented the ideals that she faithfully instilled in her pupils. This second ceremony was much different from the first. It celebrated the lives of those who have completed this phase of schooling and eagerly await the next chapter of life.

It all reminded me of my own high school graduation – 25 years ago now. The day after my graduation was one of the loneliest days of my young life. Why? Because, the bus still stopped to pick up the kid next door and my parents still went to work. Basically, the world around me went on as normal oblivious to my achievements. This is often the case as we trade this life for the next.

So, as we honor the accomplishments of our graduates, may it cause us to appreciate every moment of life that the Lord has given us and may we find the time to celebrate the ones we love. After all, isn't every "commencement" the beginning of the next thing God has for us?

2008-06-04T06:48:00.000-07:00

Worth Fighting For

Every afternoon, some time between 4:30-5:00, WBFJ honors marriages across the Triad with the WBFJ Love Handles Anniversary Giveaway. It’s more than just another radio contest – It’s a celebration of success, commitment and love that lasts because it is real. In fact, regardless what date your anniversary falls on, each day should be a celebration of your marriage.

My wife (Diane) and I celebrated our anniversary last week - but, there is another milestone that has been reached today worth honoring in a BIG way. A couple very close to my wife and I are celebrating their silver anniversary today. Congratulations! However, the past 25 years have not been without their share of blemishes, as this couple has endured 2 periods of separation and what appeared to be certain divorce….BUT GOD….receives all glory for a relationship restored when it humanly looked almost impossible. Isn’t that what God can do – when we let Him?

So, whether it’s Warren Barfield’s “pretzel on the floor” or Ray Barone’s “suitcase on the stairs” – how many times do we allow the trivial become the larger-than-life obstacles preventing real intimacy in our relationships? Do we deny our Creator access into our lives because His purposes are blurred by our inability to see beyond our selfish desires?

I want to be the first to stand in the ovation for our friends celebrating 25 years today. I hope to join you in a few years as we mark every milestone of marriage in praise to the One who chose to honor this institution by making it the standard for His Son’s relationship with us. Who cares when your anniversary is, celebrate your marriage today…God does.

“Love’s not a fight – It’s something worth fighting for”

2008-04-14T07:27:00.000-07:00

NO RECESSION AT THE PROM!

The Decker family recently enjoyed our first-time prom experience. As our first born made preparation for this rite of passage into teenage culture, my wife and I watched anxiously as the day approached. Then much like Christmas morning, a wedding, a theatrical performance or a ride at the theme park - the days and weeks of anticipation were culminated in the celebration of a single evening. It’s at that point that you evaluate your investment. The tux is returned, the dress is packed away and the flowers are fading…BUT….the pictures are being shared, the memories linger and the friendships promise to be forever.

It’s interesting to me the investments we make of our time, talent and resources into things that seem fleeting. We weigh their values not by their duration but by their durability. Is the eternal value of this moment worth all that I am giving it? That is something that each of us must determine not only for the proms in life, but for each decision that demands our time and energies.

My hope and prayer is that I will continue to make wise investments…and I believe those are the ones made in the people we spend our lives with. May the worthwhile value that someone saw in me be transferred to the next person. Is every “Once In A Lifetime” opportunity a priceless endeavor to be grasped?

True, there is no recession at the prom…but then again, the economy of friendship is booming!

2008-03-24T07:10:00.000-07:00

EASTER ACCORDING TO MITCH:

“You came from heaven to earth, to show the way…from the earth to the cross, my debt to pay…from cross to the grave…from the grave to sky…Lord, I lift your name on high!”

The familiar strains of this praise chorus filled the room on Easter Sunday morning…and I must confess, my eyes were wandering, watching those around me in worship. That’s when my focus gripped my friend, Mitch. His was a worship experience that pales the best in each of us and gives new meaning to the hope that Easter brings.

You see, Mitch suffers from cerebral palsy and has been confined to a wheelchair for the over 30 years he has been given on this earth. Despite limited capabilities, Mitch was doing his best to praise God with the hand motions that accompany this song. And it’s not like he was joining a Chorus Line of signing – he was alone in his world of motion, his moment of worship. It was a joyful noise that sat silent in the midst of clamor of voices surrounding him.

It also made me realize the hope that Easter must bring to Mitch’s heart. Resurrection will give strength to his legs, control to his arms and the chance to stand tall before the one who purchased his redemption and provided his restoration.

The moment also made me reflect on my clueless approach to the provisions that Christ’s resurrection provides to each of our lives. If death is the ultimate payment for sin’s wages, then victory over death brings victory over those things that lead to that demise. So, do I live in the light of that victory or do I dwell in the darkness of the tomb, oblivious to the life that could be mine - the gift of redemption that extends beyond my daily existence? Thanks Mitch! Jesus made my Easter, but you made me realize why …

Yes…"Lord, I’m glad you’re in my life…so glad you came to save us…I lift your name on high!”

2008-01-16T06:30:00.000-08:00

MY ODE TO SNOW

Having lived in North Carolina since my early educational years, I know the anticipation of frozen precipitation that excites school children of all ages.

The chance to sleep in, go sledding, throw snowballs, eat snow cream or drink hot chocolate just seems so much more enjoyable when you know that without the white stuff on the ground - you’d be sitting in math class, reading poetry or eating cafeteria food. I think God definitely wired us for snow days (would that be what that whole Sabbath thing is about?).

I can remember getting out of school for an entire week due to snow. I also recall missing the chance to play outside on snow days due to a case of the mumps. As a young adult, there were a couple of romantic Valentine Days in the snow. Oh yeah, I’ve had my share of bump-ups on bad roads and cold nights without power. But you know, there is still something that causes each of us to sleep a lighter tonight and sneak a peak out the window any time after midnight.

So whether or not your kids sleep with cotton balls between their toes tonight, the kid in each of us waits in wide-eyed anticipation to see what God has planned for us tomorrow.

By the way, when you see me in the grocery store tonight, we really are out of milk!

2008-01-07T06:19:00.000-08:00

HOW'S THIS FOR A NEW YEARS RESOLUTION?
-borrowed from Rick Warren

Today I am stepping across the line. I'm tired of waffling, and I'm finished with wavering. I've made my choice; the verdict is in; and my decision is irrevocable. I'm going God's way. There's no turning back now!
I will live the rest of my life serving God's purposes with God's people on God's planet for God's glory. I will use my life to celebrate his presence, cultivate his character, participate in his family, demonstrate his love, and communicate his Word.
Since my past has been forgiven, and I have a purpose for living and a home awaiting in heaven, I refuse to waste any more time or energy on shallow living, petty thinking, trivial talking, thoughtless doing, useless regretting, hurtful resenting, or faithless worrying.
Instead I will magnify God, grow to maturity, serve in ministry, and fulfill my mission in the membership of his family.
Because this life is preparation for the next, I will value worship over wealth, “we” over “me,” character over comfort, service over status, and people over possessions, position, and pleasures. I know what matters most, and I'll give it all I've got. I'll do the best I can with what I have for Jesus Christ today.
I won't be captivated by culture, manipulated by critics, motivated by praise, frustrated by problems, debilitated by temptation, or intimidated by the devil. I'll keep running my race with my eyes on the goal, not the sidelines or those running by me.
When times get tough, and I get tired, I won't back up, back off, back down, back out, or backslide. I'll just keep moving forward by God's grace. I'm Spirit-led, purpose-driven and mission-focused, so I cannot be bought, I will not be compromised, and I shall not quit until I finish the race.
I'm a trophy of God's amazing grace, so I will be gracious to everyone, grateful for everyday, and generous with everything that God entrusts to me.
To my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I say: However, whenever, wherever, and whatever you ask me to do, my answer in advance is yes! Wherever you lead and whatever the cost, I'm ready. Anytime. Anywhere. Anyway.
Whatever it takes Lord; whatever it takes!
I want to be used by you in such a way, that on that final day I'll hear you say, "Well done, thou good and faithful one. Come on in, and let the eternal party begin!"
What does this mean?
Today, I affirm this commitment to God and submit to his plans and purposes for my life, no matter what it takes.

2007-10-31T05:35:00.000-07:00

Masked Men of All Ages

Reverting back to childhood for a moment, I’m sure most of us spent some time in some of form of costumed attire. What about those masks? What was up with that? They made it hard to breathe, you couldn’t see where you were walking and those elastic straps pulled your hair and hurt your ears. Yet, we wore them anyway. Why? Usually, it was to get something we wanted (candy) or to make people think that we were something we were not (more sinister, more superhero or more saintly).

Recently, I spent some time in the mask aisle with my 10-year old. We found masks for every alias one could imagine. You could be as striking or scaring as you desire. It’s amazing how much things have changed in 3 decades…then again, it’s amazing how much they’ve stayed the same.

I don’t know about you, but it seems that I have a hard time keeping those masks packed away lately. File that in the “Should Know Better” category. To some, I want to be more of the superhero. To a few, I might desire to appear slightly more sinister. I guess to all, I would want to be more saintly. Fortunately, there are those who love me in spite of my masks. You’d think that would suffice my desire to appear as someone I am not. But, here I am reaching for the mask again…

Regardless of what you choose to do with this day, take comfort in knowing that when the mask breaks, falls or is taken off, there is One who still loves you despite the identity crisis. Now, that’s worth celebrating!

2007-09-05T10:05:00.000-07:00

I Led The Pigeons...

Several years ago, I recall Dr. Dobson in true “Linkletter fashion” devoting a portion of the Focus on the Family broadcast to celebrate those unexpected quips spoken by children. One of these was a young learner’s rendition of our Pledge of Allegiance – “I led the pigeons to the flag…”

Tami and I just returned from the first delivery of the new school year for the WBFJ Cici’s Pizza Pledge. We had a wonderful time with Mrs Priebe and Mrs Gunter’s kindergarten class at Whitaker Elementary in Winston-Salem. However, it left me wondering – “Do they have a clue what it means to ‘pledge our allegiance’?” Do we?

These are strong words. Pledging indicates a promise…you know, the “blood brothers, stick a needle in my eye” kind of promise. Allegiance = to stand for something when no else does, to stand with someone when no one else will dare, or to stand alone when totally necessary. “I Pledge Allegiance…” What makes us think that this is an oath we intend to keep? Who knows - it might take us half a world away to an Iraqi desert! I’m sure those brave souls don’t treat these words lightly.

I mean really – what does a five year old who can’t tie his own shoes know about “pledging allegiance”? Guess it goes back to that “faith of child” thing that Jesus spoke so highly of…those times when trust supersedes knowledge and understanding.

Then again, without that firm commitment, what good are the liberty and justice that result? Without such, I guess we’d all might as well be “leading pigeons to the flag.”

2007-07-11T08:42:00.000-07:00

THE LIFE BLOG

Ponce De Leon traveled to Florida to find the Fountain Of Youth…

Last week, I was given the privilege of attending LIFE CONFERENCE 2007 in Orlando along with 36 of the 7,500 teens from across the United States. It was definitely the experience of a lifetime…but it was more than an experience. It was a time for growth, learning and discovering a deeper understanding of God.

Two themes seemed to radiate through the week (at least for me):

One is the depth of God’s love – His love for me, His love for the world, His love for His Son. Gaining a greater grip on this love brings a greater appreciation of our salvation, a stronger urging to please God in every aspect of my life and a more genuine yearning to share this love with others.

The second theme revolved around God’s grace…something I don’t think we will ever really grasp on this side of eternity. This grace flows naturally from the previously mentioned love. It is a grace that is foreign to our human minds because it goes against the character of our being. We live our lives in the light of this grace, knowing that it is God who has purposed each step of our walk.

While I didn’t find a fountain of youth, hanging with teenagers for 8 days definitely rejuvenated my spirit...and my Life Experience definitely made me feel young again – young in the sense that there was a fresh awareness of God’s presence in my life and a new appreciation for what I have yet to see and understand.

I will never be able to completely convey in words all that God did in my life during this time, but then again I pray that my life conveys those things that words cannot.

God above all the world in motion

God above all my hopes and fears

And I don't care what the world throws at me now

I'm gonna be alrightHear the sounds of the generations

Making loud our freedom song

All in all that the world would know Your name

It's gonna be alright

Cause I know my God saved the day

And I know His word never fails

And I know my God made a way for me

Salvation is here Salvation is here

Salvation is here and He lives in me

Salvation is here Salvation that died just to set me free

Salvation is here Salvation is here and He lives in me

Salvation is here Cause You are alive and You live in me

2007-06-07T07:36:00.000-07:00

JUNE 6, 2007

16 years ago this morning, I woke up in the hospital!

Understand, I wasn’t the patient…BUT, everyone in my immediate family was…You see, on the morning of June 5th, my wife had given birth to our first child – Tyler, who turned 16 yesterday.

In addition to the normal fears of being a first-time parent, certain circumstances added to our concerns. Minutes after the baby was brought to the room, nurses whisked him away to the NICU for a breathing abnormality. This was followed by intense jaundice adding a couple of extra days to the hospital stay and a week’s worth of bilirubin tests. I still remember our family doctor (who looked a lot like Rick Moranis) standing in my wife’s hospital room assuring us that everything was okay and we had to keep things in perspective. Even though the immediate looked scary…the long-term prognosis was excellent.

Isn’t that just like life? Immediate circumstances bring fear and anxiety. In the long term, we are promised that God will never leave us, abandon us or forsake us. Every day of the past 16 years has proved worthy of that celebration.

In the words of Mandisa’s new song:

Cause it's only the world i'm living in … I know the best is still yet to come Cause even when my days in the world are done There's gonna be so much more than only the world for me…

2007-05-30T05:33:00.000-07:00

Happy Anniversary, Mrs Decker!

Clueless….I was…aren’t we all? Twenty years ago today, I confirmed the 2nd biggest decision that I have ever made in my life. What was I expecting? What was I thinking (that it would be like)? Did I have any idea the road that 20 years of marriage would include some unexpected detours, a couple of tricky potholes, some tricky turns, a few speedbumps and best of all - the journey of a lifetime?

As I look back at pictures and videos…I see friends and loved ones who have left this earth…I see friends and loved ones who no longer love and have left each other…I see friends and loved ones who have been left more than their share of suffering. In it all, I see a moment, a lifetime and a journey including them both that brings me to this milepost.

Don’t get me wrong, I made some bad decisions, a few wrong turns and even stalled out the clutch a few times. But, each time, God faithfully got me back on track, headed in the right direction. Just when it seems that the trek is too tough, He reminds me that His road was a troubled one, too. He also reminds me that the trip is smoother when I allow Him to drive.

I’m sure I’ve missed out on a few things on this highway as I pass by…but you know - fewer trinkets streamline the passage, less snack stops and potty breaks shape the perseverance and being another mile down the road satisfies the paternal heart.

As for me and my house, I’m joining the 20/20 Club…see you in 2027!

Happy 20th Anniversary Diane – I Love You!

2007-05-04T09:13:00.000-07:00

Who Is This Worship Thing For Anyway?

Each year, I have the privilege of doing some limited travel related to my job. With that comes the opportunity to experience differences in society, culture and faith. There is an annual worship event that serves as one of these opportunities. It usually brings me great joy to stand with thousands and sing the praises of our Savior in such a unique setting.

This year, however, things proved to be vastly different. Now, I count myself to be somewhat adept with modern worship. Between working at a Christian music station for over 20 years and working with the church youth group for more than 4 years has certainly exposed me to a broad medium of songs and styles of music. Attempting to be a participant in a 2-hour service in which I knew a total of two songs proved somewhat disconnecting - Spiritually and physically fatigued you might say. Don’t get me wrong – I was in the midst of a wonderful worship event. I told those who were with me, I would have much rather sat at the back of the room, enjoying the music and watching the others. Instead, I was a reluctant participant in something that made little sense to me and was doing little to connect me to the Father.

DING, DING, DING – NEWSFLASH: I now knew how the generation above us feels every time we force them to accept our ideals, our music and our worship. Each generation has its’ own means of expressing itself and each is a viable means of worshipping God. Lord, bless our senior saints and give me a fresh appreciation for their faith. I am not a proponent of separating the Body into a variety of worship services based on our musical preference. Somehow, I don’t see this following the self-sacrificing model that Christ laid out before us, because (believe or not) – it’s not about music.

Most importantly, this whole event reminded me that our worship is more than a song, a Sunday or an experience…Ours is a service of worship, not a worship service (Rom 12:1-2).

2007-01-31T09:59:00.000-08:00

JUST MARRIED???

Last week, my wife and I had the blessing of taking a Caribbean cruise to celebrate our upcoming 20th Wedding Anniversary. Highly Recommended!

Today, January 31st – my parents are celebrating their 52nd Anniversary. Considering that they served in some form of full time ministry for most of their entire married life, I call this quite a feat. For some reason, those who give their lives to serve the needs of others often find themselves facing critics, stone-throwers, and a variety of experts with dissenting opinions. The result is a pressure that is released on those closest to us. This serves to either build or destroy a marriage.

Kudos to all those who are survivors and praise the Lord! “Growing Weary In Well Doing” can apply to our relationships in addition to our service efforts. Of course, that verse (Galatians 5:9) goes on to say that the perseverance will reap a bountiful harvest.
What are the harvests of our marriages? Most harvests will endure storms, extremes of temperature and those pests that gnaw at the foundations that give us strength. Nearly every harvest is also the result of careful planning, pruning and nurturing.

So what are we doing to not only ensure that the harvest is complete but that the reward is bountiful? Better think quick – Valentines is only two weeks away!

2006-12-06T12:09:00.000-08:00

"THE PRESENT: TIME"

“Didn’t we just put all this stuff up?” – the sentiments that my wife and I shared a few days ago when we began pulling out the boxes of ornaments, lights, greenery, winter village and other Christmas decorations.

I’m starting to understand the perplexities of my parents and grandparents of how quickly time passes. Where has 2006 gone? It seems like only yesterday was Christmas. Before you know it, we will be adding an ’07 on all of our checks then moving thru the motions that the ensuing months will bring.

The commodity of time is one of those few things given equally to each of us. Neither you, nor I, nor Donald Trump has any more or less of it. How we choose to spend that time is a different story.

My prayer is that the recognition of the fleeting days will encourage each of us to invest our time in things that matter most.

My hope is that our time will be redeemed through Him who holds our time in His hands.

My joy is knowing that He works all things in His time…including Christmas…which happened “in the fullness of time.”

May each of us find time for Christmas in the coming weeks…since He entered time for us…

2006-11-09T05:51:00.000-08:00

Who’s In Control Of The House?

Once again, the November tradition of waiting beyond election day for a full comprehension of the results has transpired - the result being a shift of power in both branches of Congress.

Has God abandoned America? Has America abandoned God? Is this a mandate of discontent? Does anybody even care anymore? While each of these concerns may bear some plausible concern and allow for hours of argumentative debate, as I see it, none are really a correct overview of the events of the past week.

God has relinquished no more control than he did in the election of George Bush in 2000, Bill Clinton in 1992, Harry Truman in 1948 or George Washington in 1788. No doubt that HE still controls the House! And at last check, He was not registered as either a Republican, Democrat or Libertarian.

The issues that surround the recent campaign are no doubt those that surround each of our lives. Many are issues that God is concerned about, but are there higher issues that bring greater concern to the throne of the Father? Which of these give us cause to pursue in the time we are given on this earth?

There is a song (it always comes back to music, doesn’t it?) that I was first introduced to at Marriage Retreat a couple of years ago. Travis Cottrell performed it then…Natalie Grant recorded it on the most recent WOW Worship and there is an awesome rendition on the new Avalon Hymns CD. I know it as the other “In Christ Alone”. The song crescendos into the final verse that reminds us of the hope that is ours in Christ:

No guilt in life, no fear in death:

This is the power of Christ in me.

From life's first cry to final breath,

Jesus commands my destiny.

No power of hell, no scheme of man

Can ever pluck me from His hand;

'Till He returns or calls me home

Here in the power of Christ I'll stand!

WHO IS IN CONTROL OF THE HOUSE?

“…as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord!” Joshua 24:15

2006-09-06T12:31:00.000-07:00

Pastor Appreciation Day

Looking at the calendar, next month (October) is officially the designated time set aside to honor our Pastors and let them know how significant they are to our spiritual growth. It really doesn’t matter whether you choose to do it in October, February or July – the words of gratitude are always welcome in what many times seems to be a thankless job. Believe me, I’ve seen this first hand growing up as a Preacher’s Kid.

Last Saturday, I had the distinct privilege of watching a church body gather together to honor a man who had led that church for nearly 40 years. It was clearly evident that this pastor’s sphere of influence had gone far beyond the membership of his flock. Listening to family members, co-workers and ministry associates share their laughs, tears and memories gave each of us insight into the life of a Godly leader to be emulated by us all. You might say that it was similar to a roast at a 50th birthday or retirement party.

However, that’s not the case. In fact, the event was a memorial service in honor of the life and ministry of Dr. C. Mark Corts, pastor emeritus of Calvary Baptist Church of Winston-Salem. As someone who had only met Dr. Corts a handful of times, I was deeply impacted by the outpouring of testimony that reflected from a lifetime expression of God’s love.

Dozens of pastors who had sat under the mentoring of Dr. Corts. Family and staff who daily experienced the love and joy he expressed in first-hand fashion. Church members grieving the passing of their shepherd to greener pastures. All giving praise to the Lord for the legacy of faith that reached into every life.

You would think that the Spirit’s presence would be obvious every time we are among believers, but sometimes it’s more evident in extreme circumstances. Three hours of memories left me with a renewed zest for life and ministry realizing that every moment God gives us is a divine appointment to reflect His Glory. “Growing weary in well-doing” cannot be an option…

2006-08-25T07:19:00.000-07:00

First Day...For Sure!

The first day of school...As families scramble for cameras, checkbooks and all the school supplies purchased over the past month. Children can't sleep (until they get to class) and teachers anticipate retirement with each student enrolled.

My own first day of school (First Grade at that point; Kindergarten was optional and limited) featured black and white film, a Lancelot Link Lunchbox and a spanking at school. Yes, it's the truth! 16 years of education later concluded with videotape, two hot dogs for a buck at the Wilco and only a few demerits...

Here's to this year's batch of scholars. Hang in there! 4 months from today is Christmas. Only 179 School Days left...and in the wise words of King Solomon as found in Ecclesiastes: The end of a matter is better than its beginning...

2006-07-20T11:40:00.000-07:00

"Till Death Do Us Part..." rings off the lips of thousands of people every day in pursuit of marital bliss. Sad to say, for most they ring empty (see I Cor 13:1)...however, for those that grasp the full extent of the love of the Father and how that extends into our earthly relationships - those words are only a comma in the story of life.

Last Saturday, within the span of one hour, my wife and I were witnesses to two marriages at either end of this spectrum. What did the man standing beside the casket know that the boy in the tux at the altar hadn't fathomed? Namely - Life! I recall the old camcorder commercial that claimed it recorded those parts of life between the birthdays, weddings and vacations. Those are the parts of life that are meant to be lived, not just existed.

Each summer, I take the opportunity to take a long look at the ocean and like the waves and shifting sands, reflect on the changes of the past 12 months. There are those people who are no longer a part of my daily life and those who now are. What are the events that have shaped or changed the person that I am today? Where was God in all of it? Did I see Him at every turn or did I miss His glory because I was looking for something else? What will the next year bring?

"There abides faith, hope and love"... I once heard a noted Christian singer explain that faith and hope are for this side of the journey. That's what makes "love" the greatest attribute. It's the only one with eternal value. "Til Death Do Us Part" ...

2006-01-12T10:25:00.000-08:00

2006-01-12T09:53:00.000-08:00

Ephesians 3:20-21

Now glory be to God! By His mighty power at work within us, He is able to accomplish infinitely more than we would ever dare to ask or hope. May He be given glory in the church and in Christ Jesus forever and ever through endless ages. {NLT}