Archive for July, 2006

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WHY MONDAY’S ROCK

July 31, 2006

They rock because its daddy daughter day.  They usually consist of Candy Land, Chutes and Ladders, reading books, chocalate ice cream, walks to the park etc…

Today we are heading out and catching a movie together.  We are going to see Cars.  Half the fun is how excited she gets, and how at this age she genuinely wants to be with me!!!

That’s why I feel o.k. about the pills I give her to stunt her growth.

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Relate

July 29, 2006

Normally I work from home on Friday’s.  My schedule during the week at church is so crazy that often I find almost no time to get administrative things done. So Friday has become a sort of catch up day at home with no interruptions other than the occasional hugs and kisses when my daughter comes down to say hi….an extremely worth while interruption!

Today I came in anyway because I needed to connect with one of my co-workers, it had been a while.   We have kept in constant contact over the phone and email, but somehow that’s just not good enough.  There is simply no replacement for face to face interaction.  Any relationship that will grow over time has to have it.  It is a hard lesson for me to learn, and I’m still learning it.  Of all the things I could, should, and need to do in my job, in my family or elsewhere, nothing is as important as relationships with people. 

Who do you need to connect with this upcoming week?  I know.  You’re busy.  So am I.  If I’m too busy for relationships then I’m too busy, period. 

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gag reflex

July 24, 2006

Reading 1 Cor 13 is always a bit like going to the dentist.  It makes me uncomfortable.  There’s nothing like a high speed drill millimeters from my gum, spinning gritty pasty stuff inside a mouth full of spit, while I’m trying to stop my gag reflex until they can put that horrible miniature vacuum cleaner in my mouth that is supposed to make it all better but usually makes me finally gag like a cat with a hair ball.

I think what is so uncomfortable is I’m painfully aware of how many times I’m not patient, not kind.  Of how many times I’ve envied, or had a boastful spirit, or been SELF SEEKING.  Oh man that ones huge.  And easily angered, and kept a record of wrongs…need I go on?   And yet this chapter describes love as the opposite of all those things. 

And so, as I read this chapter again and experience another root canal of the soul, I find myself praying to God to radically alter my core, to change me, to infuse me with His essence until it crowds out my flesh and takes over.  I don’t want to have to work on being patient, loving and kind.  I want the Holy Spirit to BE patient, loving and kind THROUGH ME.   And so I consider now I don’t ask nearly enough for that.  I don’t wait on Him nearly enough for that. 

Gonna go get on my face and ask for that some more.  And then I’m going to floss so I don’t have to go to the dentist. 

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SUPERMAN

July 21, 2006

Something is different today.  I notice it the second I open my eyes.  My vision seems sharper.  I feel stronger.  A lot stronger.  As I climb out of bed I and my feet hit the ground I feel for a moment like I’m floating.  Looking in the mirror, amazement and excitement overwhelm me as I discover that a full blue Superman outfit has replaced my pajamas and I have in fact become the Man of Steel with no explanation of why. 

Welcome to my reoccurring fantasy through my childhood and even some adult years. I have always loved superheroes.  What is a superhero?  A person with supernatural powers, with a desire to help people.  Of course in my daydreams I focused a lot more on the superpowers and showing them off then the actual helping people part. 

Quick comparison.  Superman vs God.  Superman can fly.  God dreamed up the concept of flight.  Superman can blow wind out of his mouth.  God creates wind and stores it somewhere only He knows.  Superman is pretty strong.  God could collapse the universe as we know it with a mere thought. 

Superman desired to help people.  As many as he could get to by flying from situation to situation that is. Of course he did take time to fly

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around in the clouds, and during those times people were on their own! God gave His only Son to save us from our enemy and the consequences of our sin, and He knows no bounds of time or space to come to the rescue of any one of us at any time. 

God is a hero.  God is a superhero.  Have you thought of Him in that light lately?  Have you considered His strength?  His power?  Have you thanked Him for how He has rescued you in a way that makes

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look silly?  Have you considered where you would be right now if God did not fight for you? 

Psalm 68:20 
Our God is a God who saves; from the Sovereign LORD comes escape from death.

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SUPERMAN

July 21, 2006

Something is different today.  I notice it the second I open my eyes.  My vision seems sharper.  I feel stronger.  A lot stronger.  As I climb out of bed I and my feet hit the ground I feel for a moment like I’m floating.  Looking in the mirror, amazement and excitement overwhelm me as I discover that a full blue Superman outfit has replaced my pajamas and I have in fact become the Man of Steel with no explanation of why. 

Welcome to my reoccurring fantasy through my childhood and even some adult years. I have always loved superheroes.  What is a superhero?  A person with supernatural powers, with a desire to help people.  Of course in my daydreams I focused a lot more on the superpowers and showing them off then the actual helping people part. 

Quick comparison.  Superman vs God.  Superman can fly.  God dreamed up the concept of flight.  Superman can blow wind out of his mouth.  God creates wind and stores it somewhere only He knows.  Superman is pretty strong.  God could collapse the universe as we know it with a mere thought. 

Superman desired to help people.  As many as he could get to by flying from situation to situation that is. Of course he did take time to fly

Lois Lane

around in the clouds, and during those times people were on their own! God gave His only Son to save us from our enemy and the consequences of our sin, and He knows no bounds of time or space to come to the rescue of any one of us at any time. 

God is a hero.  God is a superhero.  Have you thought of Him in that light lately?  Have you considered His strength?  His power?  Have you thanked Him for how He has rescued you in a way that makes

Hollywood

look silly?  Have you considered where you would be right now if God did not fight for you? 

Psalm 68:20 
Our God is a God who saves; from the Sovereign LORD comes escape from death.

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PATTERNS

July 14, 2006

Do you floss?  I do, for the first week after I get my teeth cleaned.  Sometimes I make it a little longer than that.  But always I think, “This time I’ll floss all the way until my next appointment!” It’s the same thing with my grandiose exercise plan at New Years. And the first day of Spring.   And Summer.  And so on.   Or my new found commitment to keep my dresser organized.  Eventually I’m right back to stuffing half folded shirts where my jeans are supposed to be, and then barely being able to push it closed.   Sometimes it seems my patterns are set in stone, incapable of real change.

Sin patterns are a whole let less lighthearted and a whole lot more depressing than dental floss.  We don’t like to talk about them.  We don’t like to think about them.  But they are there aren’t they?   Ever threatening, ever lurking, waiting to take us out, take us down, cripple, destroy, ruin. 

Are we doomed to live in sin patterns we can’t shake?  Is it only a matter of time before the addiction or destructive action of yesterday shows up today?   Sometimes it feels that way.  And that’s when you and I have to remind ourselves what God has said regarding this.   So I leave you with a few verses to ponder.

Romans 6:19 
I put this in human terms because you are weak in your natural selves. Just as you used to offer the parts of your body in slavery to impurity and to ever-increasing wickedness, so now offer them in slavery to righteousness leading to holiness.

Romans 6:6:
6For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with,[a] that we should no longer be slaves to sin—

1 Corinthians 10:13
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.

Galatians 2:20
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

Romans 6:18 
You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness.

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re-entry

July 6, 2006

Its one of those days where I just can’t get the motor started.  Some days I’m highly effecient, firing on all cylinders, eager for the next challenge or task.  Not today.  My brain feels like oatmeal and I hear what you just said to me 10 seconds later.  I think about moving my head to look at something but at first impulse nothing happens so I have to tell my head to move again.  It has taken me twenty five minutes just to write this paragraph.  Not true, I’m exaggerating. 

I still haven’t adjusted to life back home from Mexico.  Mexico, where for eight days life felt so intentional.  We were there to build homes.  We were there to encourage kids and spread the gospel.  We were there to draw closer to God.   We were alive and active and dependent and raw and real.  We slept in dirt and sweated gallons of water and laughed and cried.  We formed friendships and played pranks and got lost and raced rental vans and did summersaults in the ocean.  We were alive.  So alive.   

And now I’m back.  And I want to stay intentional.  I want to stay alive. But I’m so good at wasting time.  I’m so good at not being intentional.  And so the war has started.  Will I go back to how I was?  Am I different?  Can I live different based on the reality I just experienced?  Please God don’t let me go back to what I was just 10 days ago.

I want what I experienced there…here.  I want to be real about problems.  I want to be broken. I want to experience God breaking down walls in people’s lives, taking off the masks, speaking truth.  I want to sit around campfires and worship God while staring at the stars.  I want to see people’s tears of joy as others reach out to them in Christian love.  I don’t want to wait once a year for how clearly I heard the voice of God in my soul, telling me He loves me. 

And so I type, fighting back tears in my office, sitting in my leather chair, looking at my computer screen, feeling the air conditioner.  And I’m looking.  Looking for God here, now.  Looking for opportunity to worship Him, opportunities to be real with people, opportunities to help people.  I’ll have to work a little harder here.  I’ll have to be intentional about turning off the noise, saying no certain activities, and yes to the ones that I know bring a smile to His heart.  I felt His smile last week.  I like it when He smiles, it makes me smile. 

Back to work.