Every Day

Every day hurts.
Every breath is difficult and restricted.
Every meal is small. And there are many less of them.
Every day my stomach is in knots.
Every day my head hurts.
Every day my jaw hurts.
Every morning is exhausting.
Every night is not restful.
Every dream is about you.
Every day my chest is constricted.
Every day my chest is so heavy.
Every day my heart hurts.
Every day without you.

A reverse look at the “Love Chapter”

Just my thoughts from this morning…
I read this passage recently and was shown and reminded of how far I’ve fallen short.
Today I read it as showing me what God is like and everything that the devil is against. The devil is working hard for the exact opposite of everything in this passage.

God is amazing. God is good. The devil is evil.
God is for us. The devil is against us. God is about love, reconciliation, grace and forgiveness. The devil is out for division, destruction, isolation, fear and all things negative.


Christmas Eve

I’m carrying such a heavy heart today. Stayed up all night wrapping presents on my own while Lori was horribly sick. I read the Christmas story with Lori and the kids this morning and as I think of each of our kids and the baby on the way with a heartbeat of 160+ bpm, I’m overwhelmed feeling loved by God. How amazing that he gave his Son. Laying that fragile baby in a manger knowing the sacrifice He would endure for me and every other person. I’m sitting here looking at the manger that Will and I built which has a blanket and a cutout of Jesus in it and the “Happy birthday crown” that each of us wears on our birthdays. I’m overwhelmed feeling grateful to Him and Jesus and crying out desperately for Him to ease Lori’s pain and come closer to me. I feel so loved and yet long so much to feel and know Him more closely, truly, fully. It’s just so amazing. Merry Christmas, God. Happy birthday, Jesus.


2013 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,500 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 25 trips to carry that many people.

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Leading, Following and Changing the World

Acts 16:9-10 NIV
During the night Paul had a vision of a man of Macedonia standing and begging him, “Come over to Macedonia and help us.” After Paul had seen the vision, we got ready at once to leave for Macedonia, concluding that God had called us to preach the gospel to them.

What would it look like if we as church leaders followed the Spirit with this kind of sensitivity and obedience? And what would it look like if we as church members followed our church leadership with this kind of trust and humility?


“If redemption could be reversed, it wouldn’t be redemption.”

Clip a coupon. Go to the store. Redeem the coupon. Buy something. Take it home. Go back to the store. Return the item and try to get the coupon back.

Can you return the item? Yes. Usually.
Can you get your money back? Sometimes.
Can you get your coupon back? No. It’s been redeemed. It’s finished.

When Christ died he declared, “It is finished.” When we accept His sacrifice on our behalf, we allow him to redeem us. “It is finished.” (John 19:30)

The same is true for us. If we could be plucked from His hand, then being in His hand wouldn’t be a source of hope, love, grace or life. It would merely be a temporary relief filled with anxiety and fear of the inevitably impending end of such relief and the return of the pain, uncertainty and Hell that exists everywhere outside of God’s hand. (John 10:28-30)

And so redemption cannot be lost. There are many things that can be lost. We may lose keys, wallets, loved ones, talents, youth, health and even life itself. But alas redemption cannot be lost. It cannot be reversed, it cannot be shaken, it cannot be shirked. Lest it not be redemption.

Redemption. Forgiveness. Forever. Thank God.

Jesus and Wiffle Ball

Here’s a picture.

Here’s Bob and Dave (white homeless men) teaching Zane (4 year old son of a working single black mother) how to hit a wiffle ball at the Elevate Detroit Mt. Clemens CommuniD BBQ today.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. But I think this one’s priceless.

Jesus is all over it.