Three Birthdays in Three Days. . .

8I have a daughter, a son and a daughter in law that have their birthdays in three consecutive days every November. They are amazing adults and individually unique. Every day they make a difference in the lives of people around them.

Nearly everyday I thank God for who they are and what they have done with their lives in such a short time. From working and living outside of this Country in places like Croatia and Afghanistan early on, to choosing their places of worship based on racial diversity and locations purposefully chosen to cultivate relationships and opportunities in not so popular neighborhoods. I watch you live out your lives and give back daily and I am touched deeply by your love for others and in particular the marginalized of our society and your consistent commitment to truly changing the world around you and the lives of  people that you intentionally interact with and do life with.

This post will not say everything that could be said but briefly let me wish you a very happy birthday.

IMG_4559 2Emily, you care more about people and the kids you serve daily then almost anyone I know. You love and then love some more. You don’t see failures or mistakes but you see opportunities and people that need to be given the change to overcome generational poverty and poor life choices that have challenged families and in some cases destroyed lives. Yet you love on and push people around you to find a better way. You work hard everyday. You give and care and on top of all that you are really really good at what you do. It is so fun to watch your peers and leaders see you for what and who you are and affirm your gifts and strengths. Most of all I am thankful that you love God and that your care for others is rooted in a deep faith in our Lord. You take His words seriously and live them out every day.

Levi 7Levi, you are an amazing man. I long for a time when we live closer to each other because you are the kind of man I want to hang out with and do things with. You are kind and thoughtful of those around you. That is a gift that others have recognized and even in college in those first few months of being in a new city where you knew nobody I was amazed as you developed relationships in the most random places outside of your comfort zone. Quietly and unintentionally you work your way into the hearts of the people around you wherever you are. You also care deeply about our Lord’s teaching to love God and your neighbors as yourself. You did this around the world as you worked and served in so many different countries.  You are smart, a deep thinker, kind hearted and have grown to be a man that I am so thankful for. I miss you terribly but I think I am your biggest fan even from a distance.

Kaley, you love my son and for that I am thankful everyday. You are a great fit with theseThe two 2 other two that you share this birthday week with because you also love others and demonstrate Christ’s love on a daily basis. I know your parents are proud of you as you have served others in Memphis and around the world.  I watched you adjust to teaching in a Christian school setting when your heart was really yearning to be in more of an inner city school but you took on that opportunity and not only taught but led those around you to grow as human beings and to care for others. Now I look at the pictures and videos you post from your school and I can feel the love you have for the people around you. You are loving, kind, compassionate and have an incredible work ethic. I pray for you daily along with all the kids that are a part of my life these days.  I am thankful for your example and the way you are leaving a trail for others to follow. You are part our family and I love that.

Three “kids;” three birthdays in three days.  Thanks for being wonderful and awesome adults. Thanks for loving, living and leading like Jesus. I am challenged by your lives to always strive to be a better man and a better Christian. Happy Birthday!


Stan Toler . . . Thank you

You can always tell the influence of someone by the level of grief experienced by those left behind when they die. I heard a story of a young man by the name of Harold that lost his job at Wal-Mart. Someone called on the phone and asked to speak with Harold and they were informed that, Harold didn’t “work there no more.” They were surprised and so they asked who filled Harold’s vacancy and the response was very quick, “Harold didn’t leave no vacancy.” (Incorrect English included.)  Stan Toler has passed on from this life and he will leave a vacancy.

I awoke this morning to read that Stan Toler passed away in the night. I am quietly dealing with my own personal grief and reading of the hundreds of others that are sharing their pictures and memories on social media.

Who was Stan Toler? Why am I silently grieving so deeply inside on this day? Stan was a pastor and church leader. He was a preacher, author, thinker, motivator, encourager, and friend. He was a soldier for Christ. He was an ambassador for the Kingdom of God. He was someone I’ve known since I first started having memories. No matter where I was in ministry he was aware of it and cared about it. It didn’t matter how obscure the place or how small the title, he was interested and encouraging. Why am I grieving? It’s not like we talked everyday or even every week. In fact, it’s been several years since I’ve had a chance to talk with him other than by text or message. My last message from Stan begins with a “Thanks Bro” and ends with a “Love ya.”

A few years ago Stan asked me to travel with him to Kenya and be one of his speakers at a Pastor’s Conference. It was the trip of a lifetime for me and I will never forget it. I still go back often and look at the pictures and relive the moments, the relationships, the humor and the passion of that trip. I will always be grateful for that opportunity.

STAN 2Those of us that knew him all have stories and memories but allow me to share one from the Kenya trip. While on the three-day safari that was part of the week I interacted with a  village chief who admired my Timex watch. I don’t know why but I asked him if he wanted it and he did so I gave it to him. No great act of charity but it felt right to give it to him.KENYA

Later at dinner I told Stan that I had given the guy my watch and we had a brief conversation about it. It was no big deal. A couple of days later as we prepared for ministry at the University Stan walked by me and took his watch off and handed it to me. He wanted me to have it. Believe me, it wasn’t a Timex. I still have it and still wear it with fond memories.  STAN 1Many years ago while at a conference I made the mistake of admiring Stan’s tie and at the close of the day he took it off and handed it to me.  It’s not that I was special. There are stories like this that could be told by many other people.




When it comes down to it, all most of us want is to be loved. We long to know that someone genuinely cares about us and it is even more impressive when they have nothing to gain by loving us or maintaining a relationship with us. I regret not jumping at the chance to write a book together when he asked me years ago but maybe I will get a book done one of these days and I will remember Stan in the credits. Thanks for your support and love Stan. Thanks for caring about so many around the world in a way that made us all feel like we were your best friend. I am left today longing to be a better man because of remembering you.

Which world do you belong to . . . ?

Above all, you must live as citizens of heaven, conducting yourselves in a manner worthy of the Good News about Christ. Philippians 1:27 NLT IMG_4349.jpg

Recently I engaged in a conversation with a younger person that listens to and watches what could be labeled as vulgar and unholy  entertainment. They floored me with their response to my questioning if Jesus would be pleased.  “Jesus has no problem with it.” What they were saying and believing is that the things we hear, read, watch and fill our minds with really have no bearing on our relationship with Jesus Christ. I could not possibly disagree more. This conversation is a small picture of a much larger issue.

There is no doubt in my mind that in most Christian’s lives and even families there is little fight left when it comes to “not being a part of this world.”  We have embraced this world mostly through the entertainment industry and brought pure filth into our homes. We don’t even flinch anymore or grieve the impurity, the sinfulness, or the things that are absolutely without question completely the opposite of what God calls us to be and do. If the world puts it out for us to see and be entertained by there is little discrimination left as to if this is pleasing to God.

Paul urged the church at Philippi to fill their minds with godly things and not the opposite:

Christian brothers, keep your minds thinking about whatever is true, whatever is respected, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever can be loved, and whatever is well thought of. If there is anything good and worth giving thanks for, think about these things. Philippians 4:8 NLT

One of the hardest challenges Christians face is the continual battle to stay in the right world with our heads and hearts. Too often we cross over and begin to think that the world around us is the “real world.” We assimilate our thinking to match what we hear at work, or school or in the marketplace. We compromise our values to fit in because, we reason, that’s the only way we will get ahead or not be made fun of.  God forbid that we might be considered weird or odd.  We laugh at the same jokes. We too easliy submit our minds, eyes, ears and hearts to things that are clearly not godly or holy. We are so deep into this world and this world is so deep inside of us that much like the proverbial frog in the kettle, we have no idea the heat is being turned up ever so slowly until it is too late. Our hearts and minds our filled with soul-destroying cancer from exposure to the ungodliness around us.

It is heartbreaking. It is shocking. It is a great mystery to me. It is hard to witness the death of authentic Christianity and true Christ following. It is hard to acknowledge the weakness of my own life.

The scripture is filled with the call to be holy, to avoid this world and its values and principles for living. This call is everywhere throughout the New Testament. Jesus spoke about it. The apostles wrote about it extensively and yet here we are. There is very little in our lives that distinguish us from the visible world we live in. If I understand this call to not be part of this world, I think we all must pause and evaluate our citizenship.

Which world do you belong to? Are you a part of this world which is truly the kingdom of darkness or a citizen of God’s Kingdom?

I am calling myself to this challenge. I am self-evaluating and trying to put my personal life up against the Word of God in word, thought and deed. What would we do or not do if Jesus were sitting beside us? What would you say? How would I act?

Here are some admonitions right from scripture that I have been praying through and trying to fully embrace. It is God’s word so take a deep breath and read through these word for word.

15 Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the Father’s love is not in him. 16 For everything that is in the world does not come from the Father. The desires of our flesh and the things our eyes see and want and the pride of this life come from the world. 17 The world and all its desires will pass away. But the man who obeys God and does what He wants done will live forever. 1 John 2:15-17 NLT 

19 We know that we belong to God, but the whole world is under the power of the devil. 20 We know God’s Son has come. He has given us the understanding to know Him Who is the true God 1 John 5:19-20 NLT

19 If you belonged to the world, the world would love you as its own. You do not belong to the world. I have chosen you out of the world and the world hates you. John 15:19 NLT

Run from anything that stimulates youthful lusts. Instead, pursue righteous living, faithfulness, love, and peace. Enjoy the companionship of those who call on the Lord with pure hearts. 2 Timothy 2:22 NLT

11 For the grace of God has been revealed, bringing salvation to all people. 12 And we are instructed to turn from godless living and sinful pleasures. We should live in this evil world with wisdom, righteousness, and devotion to God, 13 while we look forward with hope to that wonderful day when the glory of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, will be revealed. Titus 2:11-13 NLT 

So put to death the sinful, earthly things lurking within you. Have nothing to do with sexual immorality, impurity, lust, and evil desires. Don’t be greedy, for a greedy person is an idolater, worshiping the things of this world. Because of these sins, the anger of God is coming.[b] You used to do these things when your life was still part of this world. But now is the time to get rid of anger, rage, malicious behavior, slander, and dirty language. Colossians 3:5-8 NLT

And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. Philippians 4:8 NLT

Live clean, innocent lives as children of God, shining like bright lights in a world full of crooked and perverse people. 16 Hold firmly to the word of life;  Philippians 2:15b – 16a NLT

Imitate God, therefore, in everything you do, because you are his dear children.Live a life filled with love, following the example of Christ. He loved us[a] and offered himself as a sacrifice for us, a pleasing aroma to God.

Let there be no sexual immorality, impurity, or greed among you. Such sins have no place among God’s people. Obscene stories, foolish talk, and coarse jokes—these are not for you. Instead, let there be thankfulness to God. You can be sure that no immoral, impure, or greedy person will inherit the Kingdom of Christ and of God. For a greedy person is an idolater, worshiping the things of this world. Ephesians 5:1-5 NLT

19 When you follow the desires of your sinful nature, the results are very clear: sexual immorality, impurity, lustful pleasures, 20 idolatry, sorcery, hostility, quarreling, jealousy, outbursts of anger, selfish ambition, dissension, division,21 envy, drunkenness, wild parties, and other sins like these. Let me tell you again, as I have before, that anyone living that sort of life will not inherit the Kingdom of God. 22 But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against these things! Galatians 5:19-23 NLT

15 I’m not asking you to take them out of the world, but to keep them safe from the evil one. 16 They do not belong to this world any more than I do.17 Make them holy by your truth; teach them your word, which is truth. 18 Just as you sent me into the world, I am sending them into the world. 19 And I give myself as a holy sacrifice for them so they can be made holy by your truth. John 15:15-19 NLT

IF you have made it this far in this blog please know that I am joining my prayer with yours and that I am working hard to immerse myself into the word of God and to make sure that I am a part of His Kingdom. I’m not judging you but trying to share what I beleive is nearly lost truth. Fight the good fight and be strong. Love the Lord with all your heart, mind, soul and strength.

I have a three year old in my life several days a week. She and I have been singing traditional Christian children’s songs from the past. I am amzaed that two years later she has most of the words memorized. Today I watched her singing as I drove across town. She was oblivious to me as she sang, “My God is so big, So strong and so mighty. There’s nothing my God cannot do.” She then sang, “The wise man built his house upon the rock.” I pray that somehow she will find a way to never lose these words and fight off the stench and pull of this world. It’s a fight to stay unspotted from the world around us.  Search my heart O God.

Worms, Wretch’s and Dogs . . .

Maybe it’s just cold, cloudy and rainy days that produce a soul-deep mixture of sorrow, repentance, forgiveness and grace but when it happens it gives me pause.  I slow down and take inventory of my life; past, present and future.  Ultimately what gives me the strength to go on with the day and to move forward with great anticipation into the future is yet another encounter with my Lord.

On days like this I feel the Psalmist words in Psalm 22:6, “But I am a worm and not a man. I am scorned and despised by all!” Of course no one is despised by all or probably even a majority but scorn is a tough one and the worm analogy fits. No doubt it is what Isaac Watts had in mind when he penned the word from this classic hymn, “Alas and did my Savior bleed for such a worm as I.” John Newton didn’t shy away from the negative feelings when he wrote, “Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.” 

I would like to suggest  that those feelings of unworthiness are easy to lose the longer you are confined within the comfortable walls of a church with no perceptible slip-ups or failures. In fact it is easy to adopt an entitlement mentality. We subconsciously reason that because of our church attendance and publicly clean record  that somehow God owes us something. Mostly like prayers answered the way we want and close parking spots at the local grocery store.

I am a worm and a wretch but by the grace, compassion, love and mercy of God I get to still partake in His fellowship day by day.

She was a Gentile woman living north of Galilee and she came to Jesus to plead with Him to heal her daughter. The disciples were pretty full of themselves and were not above discriminating against Gentiles and Samaritans and anyone else that didn’t fit their religious bias and understanding. On this day Jesus decided to teach them a lesson in love. He was hard on the woman for a few minutes because He was reflecting the feelings and attitudes of His disciples. Here is the conversation:

Then Jesus left Galilee and went north to the region of Tyre and Sidon. A Gentile woman who lived there came to him, pleading, “Have mercy on me, O Lord, Son of David! For my daughter is possessed by a demon that torments her severely.” But Jesus gave her no reply, not even a word. Then his disciples urged him to send her away. “Tell her to go away,” they said. “She is bothering us with all her begging.”

Then Jesus said to the woman, “I was sent only to help God’s lost sheep—the people of Israel.” But she came and worshiped him, pleading again, “Lord, help me!”Jesus responded, “It isn’t right to take food from the children and throw it to the dogs.”

7404She replied, “That’s true, Lord, but even dogs are allowed to eat the scraps that fall beneath their masters’ table.” “Dear woman,” Jesus said to her, “your faith is great. Your request is granted.” And her daughter was instantly healed.” Matthew 15:21-28 NLT

When you find yourself outside the familiar walls of the church and estranged from those you thought you were close to both family and friends, it is easy to accept the name, worm, wretch or dog. I’m okay with it because it is outside the sacred walls that I have found Jesus to be the Friend of sinners. Not just the first timers but sinners of all kinds, shapes and severity. He loves and pursues. He listens and hears your prayers. No matter how low you may feel on a certain day. No matter how separated or rejected you may feel, God loves you.

Our little dog comes running every morning when lunches are being made and packed because he knows that usually there will be a piece of ham or a taste of cheese or even a potato chip that might fall (inadvertently of course) on the kitchen floor. They are mere crumbs. Never does he get the whole sandwich or a bag of chips but he is drawn to these morning rendezvous every day.

I can testify that I have received much more than scraps from my Master’s table. At my lowest point, filled with guilt, rejection, remorse and isolation He showed up time after time and blessed me with His love and care. I could hardly receive it but day after day He was there and He never let me go. I’ve been a “worm and a wretch” but I also have fallen on my knees and cast it all and myself on Him.

I am thankful beyond what I can convey. If I could go back in time to a Wednesday night prayer and testimony meeting I would be one of the first to stand and thank Him for leading me and feeding me and for never letting me go.

I am willing daily to follow my Master wherever He goes so that I might enjoy even a taste or “scrap” from His table.

“You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies.” Psalm 23:5 NLT

Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it with good things. Psalm 81:10c NLT

I have become as a wonder to many, But You are my strong refuge. Let my mouth be filled with Your praise And with Your glory all the day. Psalm 71:7-8 NKJV 

“How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure. That He should give His only Son. to make a wretch a treasure.”

He Knew My Name . . .

hello-my-name-is-failureRecently I was asked to write something for a youth group at a church in another state. I loved being challenged to use my brain for ministry and so it was with great anticipation I made my way to a local coffee shop a couple Saturday mornings ago and wrote the following.

Parts of it are personal but I also tried to include non-failures from the great stories of the Bible. I am deeply thankful to have discovered in the last three years that God is forgiving. That God is loving and doesn’t hold grudges or shun or act out hatefully toward the fallen and broken.  So very thankful for His grace, mercy and compassion every day.  Jesus knows my name. He’s never forgotten it and He calls it frequently. Trying hard to hear His voice everyday. Here’s the lesson:

My name is Adam and I blew it. God made me and gave me everything in a perfect world. He gave me a wife and control over all the animals. It was amazing. It was like nothing before or since. There was only one rule. We messed up. We did the one thing we were told not to do. God was upset for sure but He came looking for us . . . yes, He punished us and then He made us clothes. Amazing love! We were so ashamed we tried to hide from God but of course that’s not very smart. He found us. He called us by name and then He clothed us.  God knew my name!

My name is Moses and I blew it. I had a pretty easy start to life. I was raised in a royal family but one day I tried to intervene in a fight and I killed a man. I ran to try to get away from it all and God let me run. But after many years on the backside of the desert He found me and called me and used me to do some pretty amazing things for Him. God set a bush on fire and He actually called my name from out of the bush! “Moses, Moses,” He said. And I said, “Here I am.”  God knew my name!

My name is Jacob and I blew it. I cheated my brother out of his birthright. I ran away and tried to hide but one night God found me and we wrestled all night long. At some point God asked my name and when I said Jacob He changed my name and called me Israel. I did wrong. I deceived my dad and my brother but God found me and rescued me from myself. He used me to do great things the rest of my life. God knew my name!

My name is Samson and I blew it. I was the strongest man on earth but because I did the opposite of what God said I lost my strength and wound up in prison and became the butt of everyone’s jokes. No longer could I defeat the enemies of God’s people.  But one day as my captors put me on display for all to walk by and mock me and my God I heard from Him one more time. I prayed this prayer that evening . . . ““Sovereign Lord, remember me again. O God, please strengthen me just one more time. “  He did remember me! He heard my prayer and answered it and in one evening with one act of God’s strength I killed more of the enemy then I had ever done before. I died in the process but God knew and remembered my name!

My name is Rahab. I was a prostitute. I’m not proud of that but one night some men came to my house and they turned out to be spies that were on a mission from God. I hid them and saved their life and in return God saved me and my family! The most amazing thing is that I became an ancestor of Jesus! When Matthew wrote the first book of the New Testament he lists the lineage of Jesus and guess what? I am listed there. God knows my name! And you know what else? I am listed in Hebrews 11 as a person of great faith! God knew my name!

My name is Jonah and I messed up. I refused to do what God asked me to do and ran the other way but God found me on a ship. The storm was furious and instead of causing everyone else’s death I had them throw me into the sea. I knew God was coming for me. He arranged a fish to swallow me. I woke up in the belly of a great fish. It wasn’t pretty but an amazing thing happened. God caused the fish to spit me up on dry land so I could go and do what He wanted me to do. I couldn’t believe it. God knew my name!

My name is Samuel. I didn’t do anything wrong but my mom was so thankful to have me when I was born that she gave me to God’s work in the temple. One night I heard someone calling my name and finally I realized it was God Himself. I said, “Here I am” and God from that day on used me to serve Him and lead others to follow His ways.  I got to work with Saul the first King of Israel and David the second King. What an incredible life I was able to live because I followed His voice. God knew my name!

My name is David. I did everything from killing a lion, a bear and a giant with my slingshot. It was all God of course and then He called me to be the King of Israel. I wrote a lot of songs to sing about God and His awesomeness. I had everything going for me but I blew it. One day I did something I knew was wrong and it lead to others horrible things. Not only did I take someone’s wife but I had her husband placed in a spot in a battle knowing full well he would be killed. It was a despicable and horrible act. God found me in by using an old prophet to call me out.  I was disgraced and ashamed. But God never forgot me and I cried out to Him for forgiveness. I asked Him to create a new heart in me and to renew a right spirit in me and He did! He never forgot my name. He knew my heart and although it was broken He knew my name and made me new again.

My name is Lazarus and Jesus never forgot my name. I was one of His best friends but I died and was buried. My sisters were devastated but then Jesus showed up and He called my name . . .  somehow I heard Him and was raised back to life. He knew my name.

My name is Zacchaeus and I was a tax collector. I was a cheat and getting rich from being a cheat. I heard about this teacher and healer but the crowds were so great I couldn’t see Him and I am a little short so I ran ahead and climbed a tree just to watch the people and this guy walk by. You will never believe this but He stopped under my tree, looked up and called me by my name! And He wanted to come to my house. Unbelievable. He came, I changed. I’ve never been the same. Jesus knew my name.

My name is Mary and when I encountered Jesus I had seven demons living inside of me but He made them leave. I became a follower of Him and stayed with His mother at the cross until He died. A couple days later I went to the place where they buried Him. The tomb was open and this man started talking to me. I had no idea who it was. I thought it was the gardener but then He spoke my name and when He said, Mary, I knew it was my Savior and I fell at His feet and worshipped Him. He knew my name.

My name is Peter. I was one of the first disciples. I failed big time. It was at the trial of Jesus and we were just standing there watching and in shock, waiting for Him to call for help and overthrow the Roman soldiers. And then this girl accused me of being one of His followers. I panicked. I’m not usually afraid of anything but in that moment I was terrified and I denied that I even knew Him. Some others joined in and I really was scared so I cursed and stated again that I didn’t even know Him. About that time a rooster crowed and I remember Jesus saying I would deny Him three times before the rooster crowed. I didn’t need to do the math. Jesus knew. I left. I broke down and wept like a baby. I didn’t hang around with the disciples much for a few days. I did see the empty tomb but it didn’t matter. I failed and I was lost. I did hear that an angel of some kind told Mary to tell His disciples and Peter that He was risen. I was singled out. At first I was flattered but then I realized I was “not one of them” because of my failure. I went back to fishing for a living because it’s what I knew how to do. And then it happened. One morning a man called to us from the shore and told us to fish from the other side of the boat. It was a ridiculous suggestion but we did it and our boat nearly sank because we caught so many fish. I realized it was Jesus and I could contain myself. I jumped overboard and swam to shore. He was making us breakfast. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn’t believe He was there and that I was in His presence. He turned to me three times and asked me by name, “Peter do you love Me.” I was so happy to be able to say it again and again, “Lord you know I love You.” and He said the most amazing thing to me. He said, “Feed my lambs.” “Take care of my sheep” and Feed my sheep.” I had no idea what He meant but it became clear a few days later when I realized He was calling me back to ministry for Him. Of all the people on the Day of Pentecost, when we burst from the upper room where we had been praying, He chose me to preach and preach I did. With God’s words flowing through me I called the crowd to follow Jesus whom they had crucified. And you know what happened? 3000 people came to know Him and were baptized that day.  Just a few days before I was sure I had ruined my life but Jesus knew my name. He never forgot my name. He came after me and wouldn’t let me  go.

He knows your name!  He knows everything about you. He knows who you are and what you are feeling and everything you have done. He knows your disappointments and your successes. He knows how scared you are sometimes and how you do things to hide your insecurity  He knows if you have sinned and blown it and it doesn’t scare Him or make Him go the other way. He knows your name. He stands here today beside your seat and whispers to you these words, “I love you.”  Can you believe that? Can you receive that? Can you hear Him say today, “I love you not as you are supposed to be but just the way you are?”  He is calling your name.

He knows your name and has something big for you to do with your life if you will just surrender it to Him  Your failures don’t matter. Your sin is not too big. He will give you a new start and a new life and He will never forget your name.

Listen carefully and you will hear Him calling  . . . calling your name.

It doesn’t take a lot to remind me . . .

crossIt doesn’t take a lot to remind me that I failed. I failed in my faith and my ability to trust Jesus with my personal problems. I feel the stinging words and the unkind thoughts by people who are hurt because of me or maybe they are just hurt by their own hurts. When these moments come they cause me to pause. They cause me to reflect. They cause me to weep. They remind me that for some it will never be over.

When you walk this road your life reduces down to a precious few friends that walk with you and care deeply enough to love in spite of the pain. It’s day by day. Learning about Jesus and His love. Learning about His grace and trying to understand how and why He loves the lowest of the low.

And so I thank you . . . I thank you for the reminder that without Him I am nothing. The reminder that my possessions mean nothing. My titles and degrees mean nothing and don’t matter. What matters is my relationship with my Creator. And so I pull myself back up off the floor and look around at the broken and forgiven around me. Hello Adam and Eve, Jacob and Jonah, Moses and Samson, David and Peter . . . to name a few of the notables.

Today Fran read Psalm 69 and I don’t think it was an accident. King David had some rough days and he wrote prolifically about them. As I reread them in the quiet moments of this Friday evening I realize they are too sacred and profound to share. You will have to look them up and read them for yourself. It’s about perspective of course so you may not feel them like I have on this day. Regardless of others, the call is to pick up our cross and follow Jesus day by day. It’s not hard to find, this cross of mine. I bear it by the grace of God who died that I might be forgiven and free. The Psalmist says He removes our sins as far as the east is from the west. That’s pretty far . . . I’m sorry for my brokenness and failures, truly sorry.  It’s been over three years since I walked away from ministry because I had to. God knows my heart and He knows it all. He loves and cares and is merciful to me. For this I am very thankful. Because He lives and loves I can and will go on.

Let all who seek God’s help be encouraged.
For the Lord hears the cries of the needy;
He does not despise his imprisoned people. Psalm 69: 32b-33 NLT

How will you be remembered?

IMG_3301 (1)The latest edition of The Rotarian Magazine came in the mail yesterday. Before I ever opened it I recognized the face of Bill Gates on the cover and the familiar Rotary call for the eradication of polio. This is a passion for Rotarians around the world and over 2.5 billion children have been immunized thanks to Rotary International. The call has been put out for Rotarians to give 50 million a year for the next three years and it will be matched 2-1 by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation.  Awesome challenge and goal but this blog post is not about Rotary or The Gates foundation.


Most of the people who read this do not have billions or millions of dollars to leave as a legacy so what will you and I leave behind? I think about this a lot and find myself more and more philosophical about it. Already this year I’ve had the opportunity to assist over 40 families by conducting memorial services for their loved ones. I ask the same questions with every family. “What were they like? What did they love to do? Who were they?”


Sometimes words are easy to come by and families have lots to say and other times there is awkward silence because they really don’t have much to say. For me my prayer has been that God would give me the ability to see what’s important and what matters to Him and the people around me that are in my sphere of influence. What can I do to influence and motivate others? What resources do I possess that I can pass on? I’m pretty  sure it won’t be money. Here are a few things I’m an thinking about.

Faith: OF course I want to pass on my faith in Christ. I want my kids to know that anything short of full surrender to Christ of everything we are and do is to settle for way less then He intended. My faith in Him carries me through every circumstance whether good or bad.

Failure: I will leave a legacy of the fact that I wasn’t perfect and that while I had some notable failures they didn’t write the last chapter. God redeems our lives from destruction. I want to include my failures in my testimony  because it is important for people to understand the grace, compassion and mercy of God.

Words: I hope that words I have spoken will leave a lasting impact. I am not talking at all about words used in sermons or classroom lectures. I am talking about words spoken to the hearts of other people. Words of encouragement. Words of thankfulness. Words that built someone up when they were at a low point. Words of praise for jobs well done. Words of correction laced with love. Loving words. Kind words. Words of peace. Words spoken to someone that others ignore.

Listening: I hope to get better at this. Most people have little genuine interest in what you have to say but will sure love you if you listen to what they have to say. Too many times I walk away from conversations and realize I talked way too much. Being a good listener is an art.

Memories: Memories are made by taking time to do something with someone else or for someone else. Memories that I cherish are time spent with my children when they were younger. There were some trips that we made to other parts of the country usually scheduled around my preaching somewhere. For me as a child I remember other adults that took time to do things with me. There was the man that took me on motorcycle rides every now and then. The men that picked me up on Saturday mornings and took me hunting. The men that let me pick up their guitars, mandolins, and banjos over the years and helped me learn a chord or two. Because of them I have always tried to pass on my time to others and especialy kids. I love having a part or playing a role in the growth of kids intellectually, spiritually, and even emotionally.


Grace: For sure I have not always been good at this but after my own unforeseen failure I welcome every opportunity to extend grace to others that need it.  I hope that it is more than a passing “nice to see you” kind of grace but one that actually responds by walking closer to the person than ever before. And I never want to walk away from someone no matter how repulsive their actions. If Jesus taught anything by His walk and words on this earth it was to love the broken and bruised.

Compassion: What a huge word! Compassion is so expansive. Compassion for needs around the world. Compassion for people with addictions. Compassion for people in poverty. Compassion for the uneducated that make ignorant choices. Compassion for the educated that make ignorant choices. Compassion comes from a soft heart and a gentle spirit. It is not hateful. Compassion never gives you the right to be mean to anyone behind their backs or to their face. Compassion never laughs or finds delight in the struggles of someone else.

Serving others: There is no substitute for serving others. No matter what titles I have ever held or positions I have enjoyed in the workplace I love to step away from my day to day responsibilities to lend a hand to someone else. Time and schedules often hinder this but serving should always be a part of who we are. Be willing to serve and not always be the one receiving. Someone used this phrase to describe churches. They said, “They are either about “service” or “serve us.”  I am confident my oldest two kids got this. I hope that the kids I get to influence these days will be the kind of adults that think of others first and see something that needs to be done and just do it. Currently we are working on actually rinsing the dirty dish instead of leaving it for someone else to deal with hours later or actually replacing the toilet paper roll when the other one runs out. (Lol) I mean it’s the little things. Service begins at home.

Loving the “least of these.” Jesus taught it with force. He tied it into the judgement day scenario. We will be judged on how we engaged or ignored the “least of these.”  This is a tough one because of generational poverty and so much mental illness but the “least of these” isn’t always the extreme cases. Sometimes it is the person that is standing in line in front of us or the person across the street.  Every chance I get I remind the girls I live with as I am dropping them off at school to love somebody today that others are not willing to love or talk to. Someone once said, “We won’t get into heaven without a letter of reference from the poor.”

Priorities and reminders for me:  Put Christ and His principles first. Love Him with all your heart, mind, soul and strength and love your neighbor as yourself. Spend your precious time on things that matter. Open the Bible daily because it is your roadmap to living. Pray often throughout the day and stay connected to God. Listen for His voice at different moments throughout the day. Sometimes just see how many times you can give God a mental assent of thankfulness in one day. Divorce yourself from this world and its priorities. When we were young it was about what kind of tennis shoes or clothes we wore to school and then you get older and realize that you are judged by the car you drive or the house you live in. Reject the pull to respond to such nonsense. Write more notes to others. Pass out smiles and kind words more often. Be less sarcastic . . . it’s really not all that funny.  Put people and conversations before your cell phone. Spend more time with your family. Time is short. Love aggressively and work on being Christ-like always.  Thank you Francene for the reminders of how to love others.

“May the words of my mouth and the mediations of my heart be pleasing to you oh Lord my Rock and Redeemer.” Psalm 19:14 NLT