12.30.09
Children + Wii = Lesson in humility
My parents bought us an amazing Christmas gift this year~ a Nintendo Wii.
Takes family bonding to a whole new level.

Here’s the problem I’m having: I’m not very good. Clearly there is something wrong when my four year old can bowl the pants off her mother while doing piourettes. Doesn’t make me feel any better when I watch her six year old sister throw strikes while talking on a cell phone and using her left hand!
When it’s my turn, I step up to the lane with my oh-so-vicious game face on, try and transfer my chi to my mii (which is looking pretty darn fabulous by the way in a skull cap and knock-off Channels), take a few caluclations, maybe scoot over just a tad, and then give those pins all I’ve got. And what do I get for all my effort? A lousy 6 pins and not even a spare picked up on my next turn.
How do they do it?
I’m not sure, but last night, my brother-in-law and I decided it must have something to do with them not taking any of it seriously. It’s all about the fun for them (as long as one of them doesn’t tease the other, ahem Meghan.) So, Sak and I decided to try and copy our children’s form instead coming up with our own. (wish I’d had a hidden camera on the wall for y’all. One word – Hi-lar-i-ous!)
We jumped, we danced, we spun like silly fools and…..
….we bowled STRIKE after STRIKE after STRIKE. I kid you not. There is something magical in a child-like approach; no pretense, no worrying about what others think of you, just the joy in being yourself while doing the best you can.
Have you lost your magic?
The joy in your journey?
Try looking through the eyes of a child.

12.29.09
The Holy Spirit ~ God’s GPS
”It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way.”
(Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities)

While penned by Dickens in the 1850’s, those words may just as easily describe the 21st century. So much has changed and yet perhaps even more remains the same.
Times have been hard for many people. Scores are losing their jobs or struggling to make ends meet, marriages are on the rocks or crumbling into divorce, children are sick and the innocent dying.
Yet all is not lost. It never is. There is a drive that burns deep within humanity to push through and struggle towards hope.
For the Christian, there is always that promise that even our darkest trials will be turned around some way, somehow, in God’s timing, for a good that we may never have seen coming otherwise.
Believers quote Romans 8:28 for the comfort it brings in moments of distress. (And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. NASB) Non-believers scoff at the idea of an invisible God offering such assurance if He didn’t provide intervention for the very thing causing their distress, and many will mock the Christian crediting God with every blessing in his or her life, taunting that if true, God must also be blamed for every trial.
Faith is not irrational however, nor is tantamount to wishing on pixie dust. The line that is drawn between the believer and the scoffer is one of control, or rather the ability to surrender it. The promise in Romans hinges upon the Christian’s ability to trust. Their faith is an intellectual choice to trust in the reason that they know to be true, and a willingness to submit to God’s handling of both the events that brought them to this place of difficulty and the road ahead leading out.
It may be that the Christian has made poor choices to bring about his or her calamity but perhaps the struggle is the result of nothing more than life’s inevatibilites. No matter what has brought him or her to a place of frustration or sorrow, the Bible is clear; if they will press on by faith, in humility, and repentance if necessary, God is faithful to bring about beauty from our ashes (Isaiah 61).
It’s God’s GPS system.
You know that voice guiding your path turn by turn from a device suction cupped to the inside of your windshield? (Mine’s a female with a British accent.)
Well, I like to think of the Holy Spirit operating in much the same fashion. After a “wrong turn,” He speaks to our hearts, urging us to make a quick “U-turn,” (Proverbs 3:4-6) and after unforseen obstacles, He will ”re-route” our paths back on to one designed for our good and not destruction (Jerimiah 29:11).
The choice to listen and obey still remains ours.
What course have you plotted for your life? Are you willing to listen to God’s Positioning System?
Do you have GPS story; a time when God turned a situation around for you?
12.11.09
What would really honor Christ in our Christmas celebrations?
*You can read her entire blog here ~ http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/12/4-ways-to-celebrate-christ-in-christmas.html *
10.26.09
What’s the point of Church?? (We may be culturally irrelevant I’m afraid)

A sweet and very dear girlfriend of mind penned the following words yesterday. Reading them, I was struck by their transparency and truth. I asked her for permission in publishing them anonymously.
I have a strong impression that many will applaud, some will be baffled, and a few even miffed, but yet I think her message is one the CHURCH as a whole needs to hear. A faith without practicality, attainability, or transparency is good for nothing. The world doesn’t need 3 points and a poem! They want to see the real results of living a life fully surrendered to an available God who actually cares about our everyday circumstances.
Let’s drop the masks people. Drop our preconceived notions of what we think Jesus looks like. Drop our perfect little box we wrap God up in every Sunday and maybe, if He’s lucky, Wednesday too. And let’s get real with ourselves and with each other.
What is church? Christianity? Worship?
Better yet, what should it look like?
Anyone? Anyone?
Today started with a grande white chocolate mocha from the lovely starbucks across the road. It was filled with sugar and caffeine… exactly what I needed to make it through the morning.
Next on the agenda …. church. Oh man. That’s where the voices really go crazy.
I considered not writing about this because well, its controversial. It’ll most likely come across wrong and I’m pretty sure it’ll take me a while to write.
But the ‘voices’ wouldn’t leave me alone and well, writing it out, worked last time. So here we go again…




