Big Day

As I was tucking Eva in to bed, she looked up and said, “Tomorrow is going to be another big day.”

Her sheer enthusiasm and determined hope struck me.

“Yes, it is Eva,” I replied. “It absolutely is.”

But while I had no immediate recollection of exactly what made today “big,” nor was I aware of anything significant we had announced we were doing tomorrow, I knew I could agree with her.

Because she would make it a “big day.”

And as I shut off the light and slipped out of her room, I realized that’s exactly how God intends us to look at each tomorrow.

It’s going to be big.

Adventure.

Conflict.

Discovery.

Resolution.

Life.

And he designed it for living. Yet, so often our days aren’t “big days.” They’re flat, repetitive, predictable, and stale.

God’s fault? Our spouse’s fault? Our boss’? Our chosen (or unchosen) line of work?

Or ours?

Because we failed to catch something that a 6-year-old did. And maybe we have to act like we’re six to rediscover.

Life is a gift. Only the grateful make best use of it, and find everything wondrous.

Because the grateful can never be disappointed. ch:

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CiCi’s Progress Pics

In honor of our newest CiCi’s Pizza store in Watertown, NY starting its new hire interviews today, I thought I’d share some of the behind the scenes pics I’ve collected of it’s development.

As with anything worth doing, the team of talented men and women who’ve collaborated on this project deserve a great deal of thanks. I’m very excited for its completion and grand opening in just a few weeks.

LOCALS: If you know of any hardworking, fun-loving people looking for new work – or just a game change – send them over to New Life today and tomorrow between 10am-12noon. ch:

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Monkey On My Sink

When everyone else around the watering-hole crowds you out, do you complain? Or get creative? ch:

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Good Ways to Make Promises

Childhood promises are made with curled pinky fingers.

Pacts to never allow girls in your tree fort are made by spitting into a handshake.

College commitment is made by signing on a dotted line and incurring a massive debt load.

Marriage covenants are made with words, signatures, and rings.

And a promise never to wipe out all of humanity by water is made with radiant lights in the sky spanning the visible color spectrum.

I’d say that’s a pretty good way to make a promise.

Tonight this rainbow spread out over our house so intensely that even our next door neighbor drove over to make sure we saw it.

“In all my life I’ve never seen a rainbow like that,” Joan said. Considering she was born in the 1930′s, that’s saying something.

The pinkish-purple atmosphere itself – not really picked up by the camera – was one of the most surreal washes of color I’ve seen personally. Astounding.

Aside from a super-wide-angle lens on one of our Nikons, the only way I could capture it was using a panoramic stitch photo app on my iPhone 4.

I kept waiting for something to post on today; in light of hurricane Irene, I think this subject’s a winner. ch:

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Marshmallow Fun

Last night we decided to stay home despite some very fun offerings from close friends. Jenny is only 3 weeks away from her due date, and trying to conserve energy.

So she chilled on the sail-hammock while Eva, Luik, and Judah devoured nearly an entire bag of marshmallows over a campfire in the back yard.

I may have had a s’more or two myself.

Love building memories. ch:

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The Art of Measuring

Except for the rapid adolescent years, which involve a lot of acne, vocal squeals, and disproportionate appendages, growth is most often a slow, quiet process that is only noticed after a examining a start and end point separated by a long period of time.

Even harder than noticing physical growth is mental or spiritual growth. And I’ve found that measuring it can be a challenge.

Still, just as important as it was to measure your height against the family door frame with a ruler and pencil when you were 7, it’s important to be able to measure and track your growth spiritually, relationally, and mentally.

Here are a few of the reoccurring self-measuring standards I use when taking stock of my own growth:

•What is my power-to-knowledge ratio of God?

Exodus 33:11 tells of Moses’ relationship with God in the days of the Tent of Meeting like this: “The Lord would speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks with his friend.”

Even if my wife had an autobiography and I read it everyday – though beneficial – it would not even come within the same paradigm as actually knowing her for 10 seconds in person. Likewise, while the Bible and countless books speak to the awesomeness of God, is my relationship with him “logos” knowledge only?

When was the last time I sensed his presence strongly within me? The breath of God breathing a “rhema” word on me? How long has it been since I’ve had a face-to-face? When did I last allow his heart for people to break me, his joy in creating life to excite me, his passion for the Kingdom to consume me? I’ve had encounters in past years where I was physically immobile from his overwhelming presence; is that now just a part of my history with him, or am I helping cultivate my availability to him today? It’s not about what I get, it’s what he gets out of the deal.

If I push myself in physical exercise, do I push myself when I’m in Sunday morning worship to be more than just an exercise?

•Who is actually benefitting from the knowledge and power I’ve amassed in God?

If a dying man’s last words carry any weight, the combination of Jesus’ parting commands in Matthew 28 and Mark 16 need to ring in me daily. And do they?

How many people can I name individually who are receiving the Christ-in-me on a consistent, regular basis?

Likewise, is the power and presence of God being coupled with genuine boldness and compassion in such a way that people are healed, convicted, and moved when they’re around me in Wal-Mart?

•How am I at loving my wife? (For those not married, I would refer you to Eph. 6:2).

If I’m commanded as a husband to love my wife like Jesus loves the Church (Eph. 5:25), and that his model of loving was serving her in the epitome of selflessness (Matt. 20:28), how selfless am I being with regard to my wife’s wellbeing? Am I helping her through life, modeling Christ-likeness in my treatment of her? Do I actively help her pursue her dreams, ease her burdens, and secure her future?

It’s interesting, because much of this I learned in first serving my parents.

Similarly, am I a walking, living, breathing model of Jesus for my kids? (Prov. 22:6). Far more important than evening Bible stories or if they learned the new Sunday school song, is how am I treating them? Am I responding or reacting to their needs, errors, and achievements? Is my discipline appropriate for the moment? Is my praise and encouragement hard to acquire or easily entreated?

•How do I respond to bad news?

Psalm 112:7 says, “[A righteous man] is not afraid of bad news; his heart is firm, trusting in the Lord.”

Do I fuel drama with more drama? Or does my unfazed response to crisis bring the stabilizing anecdote of God’s peace?

Similarly, how do I handle reactionary people? Do I exude patience? Or am I quick to judge and speak more than I am quick to listen? (James 1:19)

•Are physical environments getting better or worse after I spend prolonged amounts of time in them?

I learned long ago that how I treat things, how I treat people, and how I treat God all share the same 2 roots: my heart and my habits. Sometimes I can see my unspoken treatment of people in how I treat my car, my office, or my lawn.

•Am I an asset or liability to my local church?

Long before I had a “paid position” as a pastor, I was and still am a member of my local church. So the question begs to be asked, am I someone I’d have to pastor if I wasn’t a pastor?

Do I show up to help? Do I tithe? Do I complain about what’s wrong or do fill the need of what’s missing?

One of the greatest life lessons my parents could have ever taught me was learning the gift of serving over receiving (Acts 20:35). We never went to church to “get” anything growing up: we went to give. As a result, there was never a bad Sunday, a bad message, a bad worship set, or a bad carpet color.

Because we were there to serve people.

This list is far from exhaustive; so what are some of your personal measuring marks? ch:

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When Succession Becomes Legacy

On the heels of yesterday’s post about Apple’s attention to detail, came the historic business news that Steve Jobs had resigned as Apple’s CEO in a letter to his Board.

Certainly, Jobs’ hand on the helm did more for Apple than most companies could ever dream of. But I was very curious to read his entire letter, as my father always quoted King Solomon in saying, “It is more important how you leave a place than how you enter it.”

In his letter Jobs is as concise and efficient as expected, soft-spoken and honoring. But there was one section in particular that caught my eye:

As far as my successor goes, I strongly recommend that we execute our succession plan and name Tim Cook as CEO of Apple.

And then it hit me: what’s my succession plan?

The fact is, we’re all going to be fazed out. Terminated. Pink-slipped. Whether in our job or in life, someone – or something – is going to replace us.

The question must be asked then, are we planning for it? Or when it happens, will it catch everyone off guard, including–

(You may not even be able to finish your own sentence).

Good leaders plan for their end, and position replacements accordingly. That’s just good leadership. Because you care about the people and the entities you’re leaving behind. Or else you wouldn’t have risen to that place of stewardship to begin with. (Notice I don’t place Gaddafi in either the leadership or stewardship departments).

Within the first year of our marriage I took out a life insurance policy. Whether I was replaced by another loving husband or not, as a leader I wanted the provisional need felt in my absence to be taken care of. That’s good leadership.

As a Youth Pastor, I know it’s not my call to fill that role forever, so I’m actively preparing the guy that will replace me as I move into my next season of local church leadership.

And as a Christian on the earth, one advancing the Kingdom for God’s glory, I’m training up my children in the ways they should go, believing they will do more, win more, believe more, travel more, love more, live more, and see more for Jesus than I ever could.

In light of those ideas, preparing a succession plan becomes a joy. Because I’m leaving a legacy, not a position.

Is yours in place? ch:

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It’s In The Details

There are any number of common-speak expressions that all personify value being held in the amount of detail something has. “Good leadership,” even, “is in the details.”

And how interesting that in our fast-paced, bulk-discount lifestyle, we often miss the things that we say have the most value.

I’m not sure that it takes God more time, energy, and expense to craft the micro-refractive mirrors that give a hummingbird feather its color, but I know it would for any fortune-50 company; yet how often have I thought about that amazing God-technology in my day? And further, valued it?

But it’s not just God-in-nature.

One reason I love Apple so much as a company is because of the value they place on details. While everyone, including myself, is salivating over the next iPhone 5 rumors, did anyone ever notice the Apple imprint on the white charging cable? It took me laying in bed this morning, researching something online, to truly appreciate it.

The thoughtful.

The unassuming.

The unexpected.

The they-didn’t-need-to-go-to-the-trouble-because-almost-no-one-would-ever-notice-but-they-did-anyway.

Because you noticed. And you’re the most valuable thing a company could market for, and that God could create after his own likeness.

What’s a detail that you’ve noticed recently, today even, on a person, place, or thing that made you stop, smirk, and say, “How cool”? ch:

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TWLC Update

Here’s an excerpt of an email I sent to my Proofies yesterday:

Out of courtesy to you, I feel I should explain that my lack of communication, the impetus of which stemmed from three primary issues:

1.) A global switch from Microsoft Word to Adobe InDeisgn as primary layout application. Because InDesign is so much more elaborate, and I’ve never used it before, the learning curve alone set me back a few weeks. I must have gone over nearly every page of [ROTD] no less than 20 times. Working with the Miller brothers also meant that I had to cater to certain time limitations on their part.

2.) Three weeks ago I suffered a herniated disc (an old injury revisited) which literally knocked me off my feet, unable to sit in one position for more than a few minutes. The prescribed medication made me fuzzy, and far from able to keep track of the details needed for a 300+ page manuscript. (Please keep me in prayer as I’m not out of the woods yet).

3.) Summer kicked in. Frankly, many mornings and nights I did not want to even touch my computer to work on much of anything. As most of you know who follow my blog, my pace is pretty intense. So I allowed myself days off.

Needless to say, I’m back at it, feeling stronger physically, mentally, and with a better handle on InDesign.

I’ve finished my editor’s changes to TLV, and I’m beginning work on formatting it in InDesign; yes, hopefully it will be much faster now that I have a stronger handle on the application. I’m anticipating this to take about 2 weeks, [before it's ready for the Proofies' review]. While you’re busy going through TLV and searching for changes, I’ll be editing and formatting the long awaited AD.

In an effort to offer my loyal readers at least something date-wise, I’d say ROTD will be for sale in early September, TLV in late September, and AD in late October, though this is not concrete. Your sincere patience means the world to me. ch:

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The Tension of Tomorrow

[Photo by jenniferhopperphoto.com | @jenniferhopper]

Even a cursory reading of the Bible will surface a series of opposing statements; unfortunately, many people choose the shallow assumption that the scriptures are inconsistent, with such contradictory statements as proof.

But to the astute mind, under guidance of the Holy Spirit, perseverance and maturity will find the hidden truths that connect such diametric forces, and in fact tie them together in dynamic tension.

Proverbs 25:2 “It is the glory of God to conceal things, but the glory of kings is to search things out.”

All sailors are taught to read the water for wind. They look for “headers,” “lifters,” “puffs,” and anything to help account for changes in the ship’s course and trimming.

They’re also taught to read weather patterns, including time, speed, and placement of fronts.

Being able to forecast wind and weather by eye and feel can be the difference between winning and losing, and sometimes not even finishing.

As summer draws to a close (and I have a hard time even writing that), I’m looking ahead into some interesting waters, the combined elements of which make them appear rather turbulent, though in and of themselves each is quite exciting: A new baby, Eva starting 1st grade, launching my 16th year as youth pastor, grand opening of a new restaurant, self-publishing a trilogy, and preparations for international traveling this fall.

And that’s just September.

How does one even wrap their head around the future and all it will bring? After all Jesus himself said we should plan for what’s to come:

Luke 14:28 “For which of you, desiring to build a tower, does not first sit down and count the cost, whether he has enough to complete it?”

Yet planning for every facet of a forecast like the one I listed is enough to drive a person mad with anxiety!

The cure for anxiety, however, is as equally forceful as the charge to plan ahead; Jesus speaks to it in the Gospel of Matthew:

Matthew 6:34 “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”

So we’re supposed to plan ahead, and we’re not supposed to care about tomorrow?

These are the types of questions I want young Believers to be asking, as it proves they’re reading and trying to digest the Word. Anyone who says the Bible makes perfect sense in their defense of it hasn’t read enough of it; my questions of it only grow.

But so does my confidence in the one who inspired it.

And that’s why I trust his hand on the helm more than I trust my own. If Col. Robert L. Scott could say, “God is my Copilot,” then I can say, “God is my First Mate.”

The tension of tomorrow – as is nearly every other tension proposed in scripture – is tied together, not in a formula or quantitative solution, but in a person.

Yes, wisdom adamantly suggests that I make sound plans in caring for a new infant or launching a new business; and any shrink worth their weight in lima beans would say, “Slow down, enjoy the present, and try not to think ahead too much.” But it’s only the Holy Spirit himself who can order our footsteps in a way that speaks both to the present and the future.

Apart from him, our future-planning can never kiss our present-living.

If you’re a chronic future-planner, when was the last time you took the sails down and set anchor somewhere? And did nothing but sit beside your First Mate?

And if you’re a present-liver only, when was the last time you hoisted the mainsail and started making plans with God, knowing your own ideas are imperfect?

The truth of God-relationship is the only sure cure for knowing when and where to drop anchor, as well as what sail to rig and what course to take. It is God-relationship that ties the tensions of tomorrow together.

The only thing I care knowing more about than the future, and enjoying more than the present, is Jesus. Because without him, both my present and my future are shipwrecked anyway.

It may be my boat, but he owns the waters. ch:

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Perspective on Freighters

Big is relative to your perspective. Thus the importance of exercising our access to the mind of Christ in the midst of our turmoil. ch:

(1Cor2:16)

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Leaving a Legacy

Last night I had the honor of addressing a group of teens and adults at a United Methodist Church camp, celebrating their 137th year.

The subject they asked me to speak on was “a legacy of faith.”

As I stood in their “tabernacle,” erected long before even the oldest member of my audience was born, the value of what a true legacy is hit me.

It’s not money, though it has some value.

It’s not reputation, though a good one can often help open doors.

It’s not even tradition, which has some worth in remembering those who’ve traveled this road before us.

As I examined a picture on the wall of some of this camp’s early elders, and later compared it with the 13 teens and 2 adults that surrendered their lives to Jesus last night, it realized what a true legacy is:

Providing a generation we will never meet with the opportunity to chose Jesus.

How are you preparing such means for those that will live 137 years from now if Jesus tarries? ch:20110820-105720.jpg

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