IN ALL ERNESTNESS


Just call me foolish…

Some have said there is a fine line between faith and foolishness…

What do you think?

  • It would be foolish to believe a 99 yr old woman could conceive and give birth but Sarah did.
  • It would be foolish to believe a slave could rise to 2nd in command and save a nation but Joseph did.
  • It would be foolish to believe a child could defeat a well trained warrior giant but David did.
  • It would be foolish to believe 3 men could be thrown into a furnace and walk away unharmed but “Rack”, “Shack”, and “Benny” did.
  • It would be foolish to believe that a group of slaves could escape Egypt and cross a sea on dry land but the Isrealites led by Moses did.
  • It would be foolish to think a virgin could give birth but Mary did.
  • It would be foolish to think a man could raise the dead but Jesus did (on numerous occasions…including himself).

Shall I go on?

Jeremiah 32:17, “Nothing is too difficult for you (God)”

Mathew 19:26, “with God all things are possible”

Luke 1:37, “For nothing is impossible with God”

Ephesians 3:20, “to Him who is able to do exceedingly, abundantly above all we ask or think”

Maybe I am foolish; but for me, I would rather be foolish for believing too much than not enough!

My God is a big god and I choose to trust Him for big things!



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?



Nightmares anyone???
January 31, 2008, 11:08 am
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I have prided myself in the fact that I cannot recollect a time when I had a true nightmare. I just haven’t been one to be scared of the dark or wake up in terror at a dream I had or anythings else of the such. In fact, as a kid I always wanted my room pitch black and if any light came in I would stuff a pillow if front of the crack under the door.

I did cause my sister to have a few nightmares. As a little brother I felt it my duty to do so. She was the opposite of me. I think she had a nightmare every night. When she was in high school and I was in middle school she would still get scared and come and sleep in my room. I would sometimes sneak out of my window and go to hers and make shadows or noises to scare her. Once I even went as far as to go in her room while she was asleep and whisper stuff into her ear. She woke up terrified and swore to my parents she even felt the breath on her face. (Connie, if you happen to read this, I am sorry…I still think it’s funny but I am sorry for the trauma I caused you)

Last night I had an experience I would consider a nightmare. The most horrifying dream I can remember having. Nobody was trying to kill me. There were no monsters, boogie-men, or Freddy Kruger, but it was horrific just the same. I don’t even know what would have caused me to have this dream. I dreamed my son died. Oh my gosh! I was crushed. It was so realistic. I actually thought it was going on. It was the most intense, most agonizing sense of pain, anguish, despair, and loss that I could imagine! The emotions, the lack of thought or reason, it was all so vivid and real. I can’t really even describe it.

I have never before been so happy to wake up in my life! If you are a parent out there who has lost a child I grieve for you and pray for you. I can’t imagine what it would be like to go through what I went through and feel what I felt without being able to wake up and it be over. What I felt probably doesn’t even do justice to what you have felt. My heart goes out to you an I am truly sorry for your loss.

Another story…my wife went out to run this morning and I followed her out to the garage when I saw an old unmarked white van drive by with 2 guys in it. I didn’t think about it too much at first but as I went back inside I began to get this really weird feeling. It was an uncomfortable feeling of “what if those guys grab my wife and do something horrible to her?” I tried to shake it off thinking I was just being paranoid but I couldn’t. I walked to the end of the driveway and looked to where the circle is that she runs around and waited for a while and couldn’t see her. My nervousness grew a little more as my imagination began to take off in my head. As I was waiting still trying to see her the white van drove back by. It slowed down as it passed and the two guys looked at me, then at each other and kept going. I recorded their license plate in my phone (just in case) and decided I would go look for her. I jumped into the car and at first couldn’t find her…then I did. What another sigh of relief! When I told her why I came looking for her she thought I was crazy and I realized I was just paranoid…but hey, if something would’ve happened my actions wouldn’t have seemed so foolish.

Maybe my paranoia was a result of my dream…maybe both were a result of watching too much 48 Hours Mystery…



double digit…
January 8, 2008, 4:55 pm
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That’s right. My baby girl is now 10 years old. When did all of this happen? You close your eyes for a second and look what happens. She is so big and so wonderful. She is so full of life and for those of you who know her you would agree that she definitely lives life out loud!

I am so proud of her and proud to be her daddy. This year for her birthday she decided that instead of gifts and presents she wanted people to give her baby formula so she can send it to Haiti to help out the babies there. What? How awesome is that. She has since decided to use this tenth year of hers to continue on this quest. She is starting a campaign called Formula For Haiti, which she named, and her goal is to collect enough baby formula to fill 5 truck loads and send it to Haiti. Ambitious? Yes. Can she do it? Definitely, and you can help. My wife and I will soon make a post in which there will be a link to donate to this cause and other information on how you can get involved. There have already been boy scout troops and others volunteer to help by collecting cans of formula. I see schools, churches, worksites, etc. getting on board. Why not?

She has a shirt she loves that reads “Little Girl, Big Dreams”…so true!

I invite you all to travel over to my wife’s site to read an interview my wife did with my daughter.



All, Most, Some…
December 12, 2007, 12:20 pm
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Do you want to make a difference? Do you want to be a part of something bigger than yourself? Do you want to change the world for the better?

When you close your eyes and allow yourself to dream of “what-ifs” or what could be, do you see yourself doing something different, being something or someone different, living differently, etc.?

If money, failure, the possible rejection of others, and other such things weren’t an issue, what would you want to do?

I think most of us want to be difference makers; I know I do. However, most of us are not doing the things we want or need to do in order to make the difference we desire to make.

I truly believe that God has called all of us to do great things. These things would definitely vary from person to person. For some people it may be more subtle things, for others it may something completely crazy that defies human logic but I believe we are all called and capable to do do great things and make a difference for God.

Then why aren’t more people doing it?

Fear, doubt, insecurity, lack of confidence…all being an antithesis of faith and yet we are called to live by faith and are told that without faith it is impossible to please God. I speak as one who constantly struggles with insecurity and a lack of confidence as well as the other things listed (am we suppose to admit to those type of things publicly???) however, I feel God moving in my spirit and in my life to do more; to make a difference.

I had a friend of mine named Dan DeWitt who when talking about this said, “ALL can, MOST won’t, but SOME will!” Look at the story in 1 Samuel 13:16-14:23 and look at Jonathan’s actions. The Israelites were facing the Philistines. They were not only outnumbered but they only had 2 swords (1 for Saul and 1 for Jonathan) to fight with because all of the blacksmiths were killed by the Philistines. Out of fear, doubt, insecurity and the like all of the Israelites were hiding in caves, thickets, rocks, holes, trees, etc…except for Jonathan. He decides to step out, defy human logic, and make a difference. It was only him, his armor bearer, and 1 sword against a multitude of the enemy but Jonathan said, “Hey, let us go over to the garrison of the uncircumcised and face them; it may be that the Lord will work for us.” Jonathan wasn’t sure he would be successful, he was just tired of sitting around doing nothing when he could be out trying to make a difference…and maybe, just maybe God would show up.

Difference makers are different and being different can be a risky and scary thing…so only one question remains, “Are you willing to be a difference maker?” We all can, most won’t, but some will…join me and let’s be part of the some.