Snow Day Pics


Over the past week we’ve had record snowfalls, and more snow on the ground than I can remember since moving here in 2005. We’ve canceled Wednesday night church services two weeks in a row, and Eva now has a working knowledge of seeing school cancelations online. I woke up today to even more snow and thought it was a good time for some pics. Next time, I’ll wear snow pants as I’m uploading these in my boxers. Wet jeans. ch:

MAKING TRACKS: I didn’t realize just how much snow was in our yard until I stepped into it. And it was even with my belt. I laughed.

DON’T MIND ME: Eva dawned her snow gear and immediately fell down, just in time for me to snap a pic.

FOLLOW ME: The trail we’ve been nursing for the last week now looks like a run to an arctic observatory. Just add rope.

CHAINS ONLY: We tend to gauge or snow fall by how much of the swing set is showing. This morning set a new record. (And this was in a drift trough, too).

TIME OUT: Luik decided to follow my footprints to a place where I was shooting. He got tired out and leaned over for a little rest.

STRANDED: Jenny flung a stray Cozy Coup into the driveway last night. Found it like this at dawn.

WHERE’D YOU GO?: Our CUV (Child Utility Vehicle) got some snow on its ears.

HIP DEEP HOUSE: Luik emerges from the warmth of our nest.

BLANKET ANYONE?: The snowman the kids made got scared and threw a blanket over his head.

SNOW GRILL: For all my Aussie friends: a pic of the barbie, situated on the leeward side of the house (aka where the least amount of snow falls).

Suddenly Profound

Most of my profound moments in life don’t come as a product of deep meditation, long prayer, or deliberate seeking after God. All those things are good and necessary. Jesus did them, and so should I. But most of my deep moments with God come as “suddenlies.” One moment I’m playing with my son Luik in the bushes, watching him hack down “monsters” with his sword…the next I’m realizing I wrote a story about him years before he was born doing the very same thing. ch:

What has been one of your “suddenlies” recently? (People coming here via FaceBook, please comment below).

Swimming goggles

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Anybody can swing on a swing. But people that wear goggles are expecting something more. They’re on an adventure when everyone else is “just swinging.”

If what you’re doing seems repetitive–it’s lost the charm you once remember it having–than maybe you’re taking it too seriously. Play.

Swimming goggles: $4.99

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For Dear Life

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Do you ever feel like things are spinning so fast that you are barely holding on?

Yeah, me too.

See your chaos as an amusement park ride rather than a black hole; one has a much happier ending.

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Thinking Long Term

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It’s interesting that there is only one man in the entire Bible that I believe it says that God “hated.” Easu (Romans 9:13, Malachi 1:3). And the term “hate” is a pretty strong word. But, like other things that rub people the wrong way, the problem here is that I didn’t say it. God did. (Don’t shoot the messenger!).

Doing a Google search on the subject will bring up any number of responses, from the term actually means God selected one man over another, to this concept further fueling people’s argument that God is unjust and therefore can not possibly exist. (Or if he does, he is not worth following). But I believe there is a deeper lesson to be learned. Granted, I can only suggest things here as I don’t know exactly what God was thinking. But I might have an idea.

My family and I love to go to the beach. During a recent visit, the water was a bit too cold to go in all the way, so my oldest son and I decided to wade. Now, wading is not a very manly thing to do, I admit, but wade we did. And Jennifer grabbed a few pics of us as we stomped around, making foot impressions in the sand and watching them get washed away.

Upon further reflection of the pictures, I sensed the Lord speaking to me about the subject of investing, and specifically what I’m passing on to my children. Leaving footprints in the sand only lasts so long. A few seconds, when the waves are rolling in. In order to have impressions last in the sand, you actually have to be standing in them. While I can stand with my son, one day, I will be gone. And he will be by himself, or maybe standing with his own son.

Sorry for all the melancholy. But there is a point to it. It’s incredibly important what I impart to my children…what I prepare for them…what I leave them with. One day when I’m gone, my footprints will be washed away. But their’s won’t be…if they’re still standing in the surf. Paul challenges us, after having made every effort to achieve maturity, to continue standing in the ways that we were taught.

I believe that it’s this attention to those coming after us–those we may never meet–that deeply moves the heart of the Father. An adamant consideration for those that we leave behind to carry on in our stead. That we would do anything to see them blessed, and put the needs of those we have yet to meet above our own.

He exchanged his long term blessing for short term satisfaction.

For those familiar with the story of Jacob and Esau, it was the older brother who traded his birthright–his inheritance, and his ability to bless his sons and daughters because of it–for a bowl of soup. He exchanged his long term blessing, and that of those coming after him, for short term satisfaction.

As Believers, it’s paramount that we think less of our own well being and more of those coming after us. Surely there is much to be said for keeping yourself in good health, stewardship of your finances, and personal pursuit of relationship with Jesus. But far more is said in scripture about forsaking yourself and pouring into others. Preparing for others is an even better way to say it. (Personal disciplines promote these very means!).

Imagine if every church in the US had the foresight to purchase tracks of land in regions, like here in the St. Lawrence River valley–also known as the 1,000 Islands–thirty years ago when the property was worth relativity nothing. Today, the value has gone up exponentially. Just a few waterfront acres purchased in 1970 for a few month’s salary is now worth a small fortune. Churches today in Jefferson County wouldn’t need to raise funds for building projects, they’d be too busy sending missionaries overseas! Obviously, I’m not railing against building projects, I’m simply presenting the potential of where we could be with a little foresight.

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I believe it’s this utter contempt for his birthright that grieved God’s heart with regard to Esau. The scripture literally says that Esau despised his birthright. Many times we despise our birthright in Christ passively. Ambivalence and apathy are deadly vices that has robbed many people of not only their inheritances, but of their children’s future successes. You may not have natural blood children, but the Lord is very clear that we are to go out and make disciples–spiritual sons and daughters. And your heart and effort to see them walk in success says everything about the condition of your own heart and attitude toward the value of God’s mercy in your own life.

I believe that it’s this attention to those coming after us–those we may never meet–that deeply moves the heart of the Father.

Jacob, on the other hand, later had a name change to Israel–a legacy we are still aware of thousands of years later–all because he valued the concept of inheritance and the ability to bless those coming after him. His focus was not on the now, it was on the future. He was actively planning to touch the lives of people he would never shake hands with. And in that motive rests the absence of selfishness and the presence of sacrifice. Sounds a lot like Jesus to me.

What are you actively cultivating in your spiritual life and your natural life that will endure as a legacy for those you will never meet? The tide is coming in. ch:

Reminder: PLAY!

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Just a reminder.

Go and out play a little today. You’re Cozy Coup awaits!

And don’t be too serious.

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Anticipation

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Being expectant is a wonderful gift. I’m anticipating the next time I get to go on the water, meeting with God corporately this Sunday morning, and seeing the Dibor graduate this weekend.

I’ve given you a bit of me; what are you anticipating? ch:

Capitalizing on Opportunity

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June is the party season if you’re a youth pastor. All your seniors are moving on in life (well–most of your seniors; for others, 12th grade will be the best three years of their life). Last night I had the honor of attending two different graduation celebrations, something I’ve become quite an expert on in recent years: learning to be everywhere at the same time is akin to Ninja mastery.

While at the Brennan Clan’s house, I caught Luik sitting at an abandoned table all by himself, guzzling down can after can of pop. I snapped this pic on my iPhone and just chuckled at my oldest boy’s cunning.

Luik adores pop. And it’s a rare prize as we don’t stock it in our home (for obvious reasons. Come on people!). He had waited until everyone had left, and then, with ninja like skills, pounced on his spoil.

So many times in life we have windows of opportunity. It could be in our professional life with job advancement. It could be in ministering to another person. It could just be saying I love you to someone…possibly for the last time.

But these coincidences are more than just happen-stance. For those that understand the realm of the Kingdom–and life lived in it–we are surrounded with divine meetings…opportunities that could mean the difference between life and death, and destinies spent in eternity.

I’m not sure what your call in life is, what anointing is on you, or who you find yourself spending time around. But today–while it is still called today–allow the urgency of the Holy Spirit to prompt you into seizing the opportunities waiting in front of you. There are souls waiting on the other side of your obedience. (And possibly an ice-cold can of Coke, too). ch:

Go For Broke

cracked_eggsI had just returned from taking out the garbage, when I found a big surprise waiting from me inside our kitchen: 24-eggs smashed. Everywhere.

In the time it took me to collect the trash cans and get them emptied, Luik had single-handedly (well, double-handedly if we’re being accurate) cracked every single egg of two new boxes all over the kitchen. Everywhere. Inside the fridge. On the floor. He even got out some baking utensils and cracked eggs in our left-over dinner dishes on the table. Needless to say, he got in a heap of trouble with his Dad.

But as I spent the next hour-and-a-half cleaning up after my 2-year-old, I had to give him credit on at least one thing: he broke every single stinkin’ egg. I love the picture attached to this post because you can see where he even put one of the shell’s back in the box. But not whole.

I had to give him credit on at least one thing: he broke every single stinkin’ egg.

People often ask me how I do all that I do, or even what motivates me to be so “ridiculously productive,” and the answer is really very simple. I only have one crack at life. (Pun intended). I’d hate to get to heaven and have the Lord say, “Hey Christopher, you could have used a few more eggs in your cheese omelet. Why’d you waste them by leaving them in the box?” I want to access all God has more me…every idea, every adventure, every talent. For his glory’s sake.

So go for broke. Break all the eggs. But make sure it’s not on your Daddy’s floor. (We’ll cover constructive uses of poultry eggs in another post) ch:

My Brother’s Keeper

judah_swingWe’re all super stoked to have a new addition to the Hopper Clan, but none more so than Evangeline and Luik. They have been very quick to welcome him into their environment, as well as into their care.

Today while checking on baby Judah in the “Green Room” (aka the great big family room), I noticed that Luik had taken it upon himself to buckle Judah into his swing despite the extra layers of blanket–an item Dad & Mom had forgotten.

Many times we have people in our own lives who need their back covered, or in this case, buckled in. Do them and yourself a favor, and be like Jesus–cover their back. And do so without thought of recognition from the other person; Luik buckled Judah in while he was fast asleep. ch: