IN ALL ERNESTNESS


Do you need someone?
August 5, 2010, 9:04 pm
Filed under: fun, life, ministry, people, religion, Uncategorized, whatever

Alright everyone. I am in the process of booking speaking engagements. If you need a speaker for anything just let me know. Youth rallies, youth retreats, special events, or just filling in for one of your services…you name it. Let me know as I would love the opportunity to serve you and your group!

Feel free to check out some of my references under the “speaking” tab. I can provide you with more references and/or a speaking sample upon request as well. Thank you!

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God…boring…really?
February 12, 2010, 4:57 pm
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Why don’t people like going to church? Although there are many different answers to this, one of the ones that I have heard the most is that church is boring…

Now, I was thinking about this on the way to work this morning and I really don’t think God intended for church to be boring. God is not a boring god. When we look to Scripture we don’t see Jesus, the disciples, or any of the other followers of Him leading boring lives…so why do we?

We are the ones that make church boring. We are the ones that make God boring. If anything has been reiterated in my life during the recent events, its that following God is not boring…God does not write boring stories…we make them boring with our mundane, safe lives of complacency and comfort.

Church isn’t boring due to the lack of programs and activities, or the style of music that’s played, the version of Scripture that’s used, etc…it’s boring due to the lack of passion and unabandoned love for God and our neighbor.

When we throw aside selfish ambition, when we throw aside the pursuit of comfort and complacency, when we realize following God is more than showing up to church on Sundays and Wed. (or whatever days you go), when we realize that following God is more than throwing a check into a plate as its passed by, when we realize that following God is more than putting a fish emblem on our car or listening to Christian radio, when we throw aside our own agenda and fully sell out to God’s it is then the true adventure begins…

May we all climb out of our cocoon of safety and complacency and join the wild adventurous life of truly following God and living lives of true love!!!



God’s Grin
February 10, 2010, 12:14 am
Filed under: adoption, family, friends, fun, Haiti, justice, life, love, ministry, people, Uncategorized, whatever | Tags: , , , , ,

It had been a long night. I hadn’t slept in over 34 hrs and even then only for a short spell. My mind is tired and my body exhausted. 9 days I’d been away from home and 8 days I’d camped inside the U.S. Embassy. Cold, hard tile doesn’t make the best of beds. Just 24 hrs earlier all hell had broke loose inside the Embassy (or should I say Consul General Donald Moore’s house) and we were being threatened to be removed by military force. We had all been told our paperwork was finalized and approved and we were ready to go. There were some beaurocratic issues with the military flights but if we could get a private flight we were good to go. We got the planes; they kept us there…they had lied. In fact, our papers hadn’t even been sent to Haitian PM. With limited sleep and high emotions our frustration poured out. The voices had been heard though because after things settled down we began to see progress and within 24 hrs we were being loaded onto a C-17 and headed for Miami. Now after 5-1/2 hrs in customs and immigration we were bussed to His House Childrens Home. Here the kids were all taken to be bathed, cleaned, an allowed to play while we, the adoptive parents, had to fill out paperwork to finalize the guardianship process for the humanitarian parole. I finished the paperwork after only a few hours and got to go play with R while they processed it all.
It’s almost over an we can’t wait to get home but minutes turn to hours as we await the call telling us we are released and free to go. We watch as family after family is released. There were 2 flights headed to Houston that night…we already missed the first and the 2nd is leaving at 6p. Time is slipping away and people are telling me there is no way we are going to make the flight. It’s now 5p and I look over to find R with his face buried into his hands. I have flashbacks of us in the Embassy when his eyes filled with discouragent as he told me we were all lying and we really weren’t going to get to leave. Please God, make this happen.
A car pulls up and a lady steps out to pick up another family who just got clearance…”Mam, I’ve really got to catch a 6pm flight, will you please see what the hold up is?” She calls the front office, talks for a little while then hangs up. “Mr. Parker, you’re finished now. You just need to get your paperwork and sign out, but you’ll never make a 6p flight. We are about 45 min from the airport.” “Thank you, I just want to try. Will you call me a cab?”
We drive to the front office and there is a man about to leave. He happens to be going to the airport an says we can hitch a ride. I ran inside, grabbed my paperwork, signed out, and jump into his van.” I felt like I was in an episode of the Amazing Race. My heart was beating so fast, sweat was dripping down my face, and prayers were going up. I get a message with my flight details. We are going first class, are you kidding me? It’s rush hour and we run into traffic…I gaze at my watch, it’s 5:35p. My heart is in my throat…please God, get us there.
We finally arrive at MIA and it’s 5:45p and we still have to get our tickets and go through security. We are definitely cutting it close.
We run to the ticket counter to find they have given our seats up…are you kidding me? “we are sorry, Mr. Parker, but we can get you in coach.” “Just get me home!” i tell her. She calls a guy over and tells him we are first class passengers and need to get on that plane. He takes us over and helps get us through security quicker than Ive ever made it before.
The race is on. We are running like crazy and poor R doesn’t understand what all is going on. “Papa!” “Papa!” “What?” I ask. “Papa, gotta pee pee!” Really? I see the desperation in his eyes so we find the nearest rest room and “go”.
As we finally reach our gate i realize the door to the Tarmac is closed…my heart falls. “Mam, can you get us on? We’ve got to make this flight!” she calls the captain, turns, smiles, and opens the door…we’ve made it!
At that very moment I knew we were going to be home that night. We would see Mama and Carly and Colton and Jude and many others. No more Embassy floor, no more fighting governemnt officials and beaurocracy, no more racing against time…we were going home! I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve.
As I sat and thought of all the prayers going up for us to make the flight, of the Amazing Race to the airport, the worries, the anxiety involved in making that flight to get home…all of the excitement…I thought of God. I imagined Him like a father who eagerly awaits for his kids to open thier gifts on Christmas morning…
He knew I was going to make the flight. He didn’t have to wait until the absolute last second to release us from the Childrens home…but He did. It added to the excitement…added to the story…and made making the flight that much sweeter!
I imagine Him as I was growing anxious an stressing an questioning…that He was sitting back with a grin in his face waiting for my gift to be opened…and what a great gift it was!



And 1 more makes 4!
April 20, 2009, 9:25 pm
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Yes, 4. We will be going from 2 to 4 just like that. As most of you know we are adopting a boy from Haiti which would make our 3rd child. Well, we just found out that Debra is pregnant again! Yes, pregnant! I am actually very excited and couldn’t be happier! Thank you God for your many blessings!



Making a difference…

I want to start out by asking you to read this blog when you are finished here. It is a really good story of the journey a great and close friend of mine is beginning to travel. I am excited to see where the journey leads…

I really think it is an awesome thing to be able to see people as they begin to think beyond the norm, think beyond themselves, and dare to change…dare to be change. I think one of the best questions we can ask is “How can I make a difference; how can I create change?” It is when we allow ourselves to think this way and act upon the answers to these questions that we unleash a powerful, wild side of who we were meant to be. I truly feel that none of us were created to live just for and be about ourselves, rather to live in community; in relationship and with a desire to help, to make a difference, to create a positive change in the world and in others lives. There is something freeing; something liberating about being about giving, caring, loving others with a wild abandonment. To dare to be different; to make a difference. It has been said that we are never more like Christ than when we give ourselves away.  This is an expression of love and we are called to Love God/ Love People. Pretty simple isn’t it? Simple to say. sometimes harder to do.

My challenge to you…dare to be different… Dare to make a difference…Dare to create change…Ask yourself, “What can I do to create change, what can I do to make a difference?” Then, when you get the answer…do it! Don’t think about it, don’t over analyze it, just do it!

Don’t forget to read my friend’s story here!



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sometimes words are not sufficient…



Daring to Dream

I have deep within a passion to be a part of something bigger than myself. To be a part of change; to make a difference. One of my greatest fears is to slip into the rut of complacency and live the life of the mundane. I am more interested in living life than making a living. I want to do more than just exist. I have a burning passion to travel the world and touch, and love, and feed, and clothe, and give drink, and minister, and be ministered to by the least of these. I want to help out churches, missionaries, and brothers and sisters all around as they strive to do the same. I yearn to be a part of that kind of life. This is the thing that when I think about it or talk about it my heart begins to beat faster, and my palms begin to sweat, and mind begins to travel in a million directions.

I also want to help others to be able to do the same. I am tired of just telling people about faith and about what it looks like, and examples of it in the Bible. I want to go beyond that and mobilize people to be able to live faith, to experience faith, to own their own faith and then to go out share it with others. Don’t just tell people they need to love God and love people but show them what it looks like and give them opportunities to do it.

What is your dream; your passion?