My eldest daughter, Abigail, drew this the other day—anyone care to take a guess as to what it means?
Wednesday morning at six, my father-in-law is going to have heart surgery. Emily’s been surprisingly okay with everything (as she’s been fond of saying, she gets anxious about the little things, but the big ones don’t faze her too much), and her Dad is pretty confident that everything will be fine. But Emily’s mom… you can hear the stress in her voice whenever she calls.
It’s been a tough few weeks for her, and honestly we’ve not been sure how to be of comfort beyond telling her that we’re praying for her.
Being (as far as we know) the only Christians in our family, this has been a big struggle for us—the things we take comfort in, the only things that bring true comfort (Christ’s death, Christ’s resurrection and the hope of His final return and our future glorification with Him)—these things aren’t terribly comforting to people who don’t trust in Christ or believe that God is good. (And Emily’s shared this with her mom, which was one of the most loving acts I’ve ever seen her take.)
While I’m sure that the operation is going to be fine (sadly it’s become somewhat a standard procedure), I can’t help but wonder…
What if it doesn’t?
I know that, ultimately, if the surgery goes well, it’s by the will of God.
And I know that if it doesn’t, it’s also by His will.
God’s absolute sovereignty is one of the most comforting truths that He has revealed to us. The Psalmists revelled in it. Paul extolled it.
Jesus—well, Jesus is the Sovereign One, so, obviously…
But this doesn’t bring much comfort to those who are opposed to Him.
What I’ve been praying regularly is that God would use this situation to draw Emily’s family to Himself. That He would be revealed and they would respond in faith.
And maybe that’s enough.
Would you join us in praying for this to happen?
We received an update on my father-in-law’s surgery this afternoon. When the doctors began to operate they discovered they had to do a quintuple bypass, rather than the triple they originally thought.
After five hours of surgery, he has been moved to the recovery ward, but they’re waiting for his blood pressure to drop before they can wake him up. Apparently it’s a lot harder to get the blood pressure of “younger” men under control after a procedure like this which is why he is remaining out for the time being.
Thank you for your prayers today. They’ve meant a lot to us!
An excellent wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain.
She does him good, and not harm, all the days of her life. . . .
Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Proverbs 31:10-12, 28-30
Four years ago today I married my lovely wife, Emily.
In four years, we’ve seen some amazing changes in our lives.
Four years ago, we both worked at a printing company as graphic designers/production artists and (obviously) had no children.
Today, I work as a professional writer and Emily works as a stay-at-home mom caring for our two lovely daughters and dabbles in freelance illustration.
We’ve gone through some really joyful times, like the birth of our children. We’ve gone through some difficult seasons, including a miscarriage and learning how to really live on one income. And there have been some exciting adventures and challenges, like my joining Compassion’s staff, our finding a new church in Harvest Bible Chapel and some things that we’re not ready to talk about yet.
But in the last four years, there’s never been a day where I’ve wanted to throw in the towel.
There’s never been a day when I’ve gone to bed thinking, “I don’t know if I can handle spending the rest of my life with this girl.”
Because even when we’ve faced challenges, when we’ve disagreed (sometimes sharply), we come out the other side loving each other more than we did going in.
God has been good. He’s growing us closer to Him and closer to each other.
The last four years have been great. I hope for at least sixty more.
You game, Emily?
Put to death therefore what is earthly in you: sexual immorality, impurity, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry. On account of these the wrath of God is coming.
Trevin spoke about covetousness and blogging and as he spoke, this point really jumped out to me:
The problem with covetousness in general is that it robs God of His glory because we’re seeking an identity apart from who we are in Christ. It also robs us of our joy in blogging. Instead of being this good gift that God has given us that we can use to serve others, it becomes a way for us to prop up ourselves.
He offered the following diagnostic questions that he uses to as a heart check for himself:
- Do my emotions ever fluctuate depending on how many hits my blog is receiving?
- Do I enjoy the attention I get, regardless of whether it’s praise or criticism?
- Do I get depressed if a post doesn’t get the attention I think it should?
Mulling over these questions, because I’ve noticed that on occassion my answers to these questions are “yes.” Not always, but sometimes.
And that’s a problem because, honestly, there are things that are more important. [Read more…]
I’m in the middle of a season of extreme busyness at the moment.
I don’t know if you have this problem, but when I get busy—I mean, really busy—things start to slip.
Sleeping properly is usually the first to go. Then my eating goes wonky. Then my exercise patterns get erratic.
Even prayer and Bible study start getting a bit fuzzy if I’m not careful and my reading will turn into a quick skim. Like wolfing down a McDonald’s cheeseburger in the car because you’re in a hurry, instead of savoring it like a really good steak from the Keg.
Because there’s a great demand on my time at work, I find myself having to sacrifice quality for efficiency. Choosing function over form just makes my skin crawl, to be honest.
Whatever I’m doing, I want it to be the best it can possibly be; and because my work is all about communicating ideas, choosing the right words and narrative structure is essential. Sometimes, though, I have to template things. Sometimes I just have to do a slight polish on something that’s really not very good and just let it go. To make do.
It’s funny how that happens, isn’t it?
Race through reading the Bible, a quick prayer and away we go.
Race through work (often with a quick prayer), taking as little time as possible to complete as many tasks as I’m able.
It’s a bit of an assembly line approach to life.
It gets the job done, but it doesn’t bring joy.
Where can we, even in our seasons of busyness, find opportunities to savor life? To enjoy God, the Bible, friends, family… and even work?
In my case, sometimes it means just saying no. Turning down a meeting request, turning off my email, ignoring my cell phone and disconnecting from the internet for a while. Sometimes it means having to blow a deadline because the work is too important to not do with excellence.
Sometimes it means putting aside whatever else I’m reading in favor of spending some extra time in the Bible and hearing what God has to say.
Occasionally, it means a meandering post like this one.
But what about you?
Do you feel like you’re settling for the cheeseburger instead of the steak? Are you looking opportunities to savor?
Life is too valuable to be wasted with the business of busyness.
I hope you’ll find an opportunity to enjoy it this week.
On Friday March 12 at 5:14 am, Emily and I welcomed our second daughter, Hannah Grace, into the world.
Probably the hardest part (for me) this time around was choosing a name. Names are really important. Biblically, they define people to some degree. The names of Naomi’s sons, Mahlon & Chilion, for example, meant “sickness” and “wasting away.” They died in Moab, leaving their mother without grandchildren. Naomi herself, after the death of her sons renamed herself “Mara” because the “Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me” (Ruth 1:20).
So, what you name your children is kind of a big deal. And for Emily and I, agreeing on a name was extremely difficult at first.
We initially wanted this baby’s name to convey an idea of strength combined with femininity. (Tall order? Maybe.) After batting around ideas for several weeks, we managed to agree on a middle name: Grace, meaning “favor” or “blessing.”
More time went by and we were short-listing names, crossing off others… Eventually we came to Hannah. I liked it, but didn’t recall the meaning of the name.
I asked Emily, “How about we call her Hannah Grace?”
Her response, “But ‘Hannah’ means ‘grace;’ wouldn’t that be weird?”
Then I remembered:
And from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace
The last year has been an incredibly challenging one for us; ultimately all of our difficulties have worked out for our good though it’s not always been comfortable. But through them all, God has been with us and He’s been incredibly gracious to us, so much so that I think I take it for granted.
He’s poured out grace upon grace in our lives, blessing after blessing. And the chief blessing is that He has not only shown us how to live in the Law but that He came to live that life for us in the incarnation of Jesus Christ. That His perfect life was given to me in exchange for my sinful one by faith in the crucified and resurrected Jesus.
Naming my daughter Hannah Grace is a tangible reminder of this for me.
God willing, the next several years are going to be exciting. Seeing my girls grow up, teaching them about Jesus and someday walking them down the aisle… To see this family grow into all that God has planned for us is going to be a wonderful gift.
Yesterday, was the big day: My Christmas Daddy-Daughter date with my lovely daughter, Abigail.
This was a really important one for me; I really want to make sure she has some great memories (as much as I can help, anyway), so I did my best to pull out all the stops. First up, her favorite breakfast: French toast (it was delicious).
After a lovely breakfast, we were off to the main event: Sesame Street Live!
We took a few photos:
Paul wrote to the Corinthians:
Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ.
Seven times—in 1 Cor. 4:16 & 11:1, Phil. 3:17, 2 Thess. 3:7, 1 Tim. 4:12, Titus 2:7 and 1 Pet. 5:3—we’re told to follow the example of others who are following Christ’s (imperfect as they may be).
It seems that the Holy Spirit was pretty emphatic on this point when inspiring the Scriptures.
The example of others is a critical part of our growth as Christians.
Of course, this also means that as we follow the example of others, we must be an example worth following.
I guess, then, the question for me becomes:
How am I doing with that?
Is my faith worth imitating? Am I an example that should be followed? [Read more…]
As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I tend to shy away from talking about it too much because people might think I’m nuts. Then, I remembered that I worship Jesus and most people think I’m nuts anyway. So, for better or for worse, here’s my story:
A Bit of History
I didn’t grow up in a Christian home, or one that really practiced any sort of religious belief (unless watching Star Trek religiously counts). From what I recall, the only time someone said “God” or “Jesus” was when someone was exasperated. I learned a couple years ago that apparently I went to Sunday School a few times when I was about six, but the only thing I remember is making a guitar out of yarn and styrofoam plates.
I suppose that’s an indicator of what I learned there, isn’t it? [Read more…]
A couple nights ago, Emily and I were watching the Vintage Jesus DVDs and we came to this question:
Who would you be if Jesus hadn’t saved you?
It was really interesting for us to sit back and consider this: Who would I be if Jesus hadn’t saved me?
What kind of husband would I be? What kind of father?
Would I be any of these things?
The truth is, I know exactly what kind of guy I’d be.
Jesus saved me from being a lying, adulterous little boy trying to fit into grown-up man pants that I could never wear. From being a sad, pathetic excuse for a man who could never live up to the responsibilities of being a husband and father.
Because, this is where I was heading until Jesus grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and said, “You’re mine! You belong to me.”
I don’t talk about how I became a Christian a lot, because… well, because I am sometimes afraid that people will think I’m nuts. But you know what?
That’s just stupid.
It’s putting people in the place of God, and fearing them instead of fearing Him.
So tomorrow, I’m going to start to tell the story, at least the parts you need to know.
God gives us a story for His glory.
Who would you be?
For the last year I’ve been working on a short book based on a teaching series I did in my small group. My original plan had been to write a series of essays based on the study to provide to our group members. From there it grew into a full book.
The material itself is pretty solid, and I’m pretty excited to share it with people.
Truthfully, I do want to publish this work. I think it’s actually worthwhile and people who’ve been reading snippets here and there have found it enjoyable and helpful.
Where I’ve been stuck has been on the issue of publishing. [Read more…]
Today is Saturday, and it’s been an incredibly stressful week.
A wise man, when talking about stress, service and responsibility, once said, “Know the size of your plate.” To continue with this analogy, if the amount of stuff I could comfortably handle could fit on a dinner plate, the amount I’ve got would fit on a buffet table.
But I continue to try to Sabbath and learn to deal with what I can as God enables me.
Today’s agenda is pretty simple:
Pray and read my Bible.
Read A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller
Go for a family walk and/or Daddy-Daughter date
Write a letter to one of my oldest friends, Scott, and his new bride, Brittany (they’re getting married today!).
And, maybe have a nap.
That should be a pretty full day.
How are you spending your Saturday?
Sunday has been a day all about marriage.
At Harvest, the sermon was on the first sin (from Genesis 3:7-13), and it’s destructive effect on relationships with each other (including marriage) and with God. It was a very challenging look at how we sinfully fight and try to control and manipulate each other, rather than submit to God and one another in humility and repentance.
Later, we, along with more than 50 others, spent the afternoon celebrating the 25th wedding anniversary of Chris & Kimberly, a wonderful couple who invest so much of themselves in other people. They have a passion for discipling others and seeing them grow in holiness.
I could go on about them ad nauseum, but I think the best thing I could say is that they’re awesome people and we want to be like them when we grow up.
When I wasn’t toddler-wrangling at the party, I found it really interesting listening to the way people spoke of them in little speeches and toasts, particularly what their children said. Listening to them share how much they love and respect their parents and how their faith has been affected by them is really encouraging. I see these things, and I hear these things, and I can’t help but think, “I really hope my kids will be able to say things like that when Emily and I are celebrating our 25th anniversary.” Not due to any sort of need to be lauded, but really, because I want my children to be positively impacted by my faith. That Emily and I both can say to Abigail and our future kids, “Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ” (1 Cor 11:1).
Emily and I love to read a book together. It’s part of how we encourage each other to grow, spiritually (aside from my regularly asking, “So what’d you read in your Bible today?”). [Read more…]
We are loaded down with too many good things, more than we can need. The good things we cling to are more than money. We hoard our resources, our gifts, our time, our families, our friends. As we begin to practice regular giving, we begin to see how ludicrous it is to hold on to the abundance God has given us and merely repeat the words, “Thank you.”
Francis Chan, Crazy Love
I’m listening to Francis Chan’s Crazy Love while I’m writing this. This is a very challenging and convicting book, to be sure. It’s about taking the words of the Bible seriously. About living like Jesus really matters to you.
As I’ve been listening to Chan speak, I am reminded of Paul’s words, “I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship” (Rom. 12:1), and I find myself asking, “What am I holding back?”
A question that’s been on my mind today has been, “How much of myself should I be giving away here, on a blog, for anyone to see? How much of myself should I share with those around me?”
And the answer I keep coming to is, “All of me.”
If my life is not my own, how can I not share who I am & what God is teaching me with others, not just here, but with those closest to me?
If my life is not my own, what risks am I willing to take for the sake of the gospel?
Big questions with answers that have some scary implications.
So here’s my question for you, dear reader; do see your life as not your own?
If so, what risk are you willing to take for the sake of the gospel today?