Are We There Yet?!
Our effervescent daughter let out an uncharacteristic sigh and said, “When are we eevveerrr going to arrive?”
“Hey, yeah dad, are we there yet? When are we gonna get to Aunt Sarah’s house?” our ten-year-old son chimed in. . . .
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Grace in the Contrasts
Fair-weather forecasters (probably not born and bred in Michigan) are saying this weekend is going to be chilly and drippy. But we know better, don’t we? As the northern winds and mist blow across our Mitten State a golden opportunity arises. A brief seasonal moment must be seized within a matter of days.
Of what do I speak? . . .
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Remember When…?
Without fail, at least half of our conversations begin with, “Hey do you remember when…?”
Laughter ensues as we retell our perspectives on the crazy trip to Washington, D.C., the cross-state cycling journey, our evangelistic efforts in downtown Flint, or the campout in the dead of winter. We look back with fond memories, but also some wise evaluation of how we’ve ended up where we are now. We reflect on some regrets and discuss how we’d like to plan for the future. Most importantly, as we remember the experiences, choices, and outcomes of our youth, the conversation moves toward the grace and power of God. . .
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Don’t Just Sing in the Shower
I enjoy singing in my truck and in the shower probably more than the average Joe. Yet while personal moments of praise are important, it’s vital to notice that nearly all the biblical commands to praise the Lord are plural collective (except for Psalm 146:1; 147:2). Say what?
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Gifts That Last Beyond New Year’s
But now a week after that giddy morning, the gifts are rather scattered. Some still receive attention… Carson wants me to re-read his books each night. Hudson continues to examine his Legos. Everlynn cheerily plays with her kitchen coffee set. Yet other items – so treasured on Christmas morning – are already gathering dust in the corner. A bit of fatherly detective work proves that two certain stockings are already entirely empty. The chocolates and treats have gone the way of all other tasty candies: down the trap and into the stomach they go, never to be heard from again!
More than the most chock-full Christmas tree, the multi-faceted gifts of God wrapped up in Christmas abound. . . .
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Why Christmas?
Something about the crisp, festive air of the Christmas season brings out the poetic side of me. Each year, if the Lord so guides, I write a Advent themed poem and often have the great delight of delivering it to my flock on Christmas Eve. I’m thankful that, yet again this year, God filled me with a fresh zest for the thoughts, words, and message of Christ’s miraculous Incarnation. I present to you…
