When Traveling at Warp Speed at Night

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Have you ever been fooled into thinking something was what it wasn’t? Misjudged motives, fake antiques, fooled taste buds?

Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved driving in the snow, especially at night. I was at the helm of my very own starship, hurtling through a star system at warp speed. I have very early memories of riding in the passenger seat of my parents’ vehicles in snow storms mesmerized by the snow flakes careening toward the wind shield. Like thinking that a parachute actually pulls a skydiver upward (instead of merely slowing his descent), I was convinced the snow flakes were shooting at us at Mach 3.

And why not? The eye has no other reference point at night. Without the Light, it’s hard to have any true perspective. That’s why understanding is just as critical as sight.

Knowing God is with us over seeing God is with us helps preserve our perspective in the dark times. When we’re convinced everything is flying at us, knowledge of Him lets us realize we’re the ones in motion flying toward life.

Knowledge of what we can’t see is what transforms us into those that confidently take ground. Loosing sight of the Light that illuminates our surroundings makes us feel as if we’re being assaulted by snowflakes that are relatively just standing still.

When life seems fast and everything’s coming at us, having our eyes on Jesus gives us the perspective we need to say, “Look out, world. Here I come.”

Here’s to everyone flying a starship at warp speed. Tallyho!

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The Conflict of Adventure

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Don’t confuse God sending you opportunity with the hardship of opposition.

Any adventure worth retelling was birthed out of conflict. So try and enjoy the fragrance of success no matter how far off it seems.

Into the wild blue,

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First World Problems

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This expression is Levi’s, “Oh my gosh, is that an iPhone in front of me? I want it right now. No – I need it right now. Give it to me or I’m going to have a baby-sized breakdown,” face.

He’s 1-year old.

One.

He doesn’t even know what Apple is yet, let alone the amazing technological developments that have been employed to enable what is a modern marvel of personal communication glory.

He knows his high chair, his bottle, pooping, and blankies. And apparently iPhones.

I can’t help feel a little guilty here, as he sees his Daddy and Mommy with one everyday.

(Okay, mostly his Mommy).

(Okay, okay. Sheesh. Mostly his Daddy).

And I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt that the iPhone is a pretty amazing device (Levi’s 3-year old big-brother Judah can navigate an iPad better than many adults I know…a testament to iOS genius).

But as much as Levi is utterly convinced he needs to touch an iPhone, the reality is that it’s one of the last things he needs. (Heck, it’s probably the last thing I need! It’s 4:30am and I can’t sleep, so what am I doing? Thumb-typing this on my iPhone in bed).

No matter how bad our personal turmoil, no matter how badly we desire something, remember that you and I suffer from what I call “firstworlditis” – to play off the Greek suffix -itis, which means to suffer from a disease associated with, in my case, the First World. It’s a condition that affects, well, everyone I’ve met personally who lives in a First World nation.

The main symptom is an overt and seemingly nearsighted compulsion to voice disdain for what we don’t have in light of all that we already do have.

Essentially, we’re spoiled brats.

Forget that our toilet water is more drinkable that most human water supplies on the planet.

Forget that the average square footage of the First World home is palatial by comparison.

And forget that earning a mere $1,200 USD a year puts you in the top half of wage earners in the world.

Lost loved ones? My heart goes out to you. Yet welcome to the infinitesimal emotion shared by those who’ve endured genocide in Africa or Asia.

What really bends us out of shape is the hot water heater breaking, the clothing store not honoring the gift card, Starbucks messing up our drink, the fast food fries being cooked in old oil, having to pay for that unexpected vehicle repair, our spouse needing the car, a stain on our new cotton shirt, the lawn mower not starting, the kids scratching the flat screen TV, our sports team loosing by three, the store ran out of wings, and don’t I deserve to just come home for once and no one ask me any questions?

If you or I have any problems at all, I don’t doubt the very real emotions or frustrations we experience…

…just so long as we keep in mind that they are First World problems, because that’s exactly how God sees them too.

“I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing.”

Genesis 12:2

Take your momentary affliction in stride today, and deliberately, intentionally look how you can bless someone around you with what you’ve been blessed with. You’ll honor The Lord as well as your position of privilege more than you can imagine…and take a giant step away from being a spoiled brat like me.

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Just Passing Through

Hand to the plow, never looking back, save only to survey the wake of lives that we’re able to touch as we pass through.

Diving For Lost Treasures

I lost my anchor yesterday.

One minute I had cleated off the line as I have a hundred times before.

The next minute I’m noticing we’re drifting far from where we’ve anchored.

I step lively to the bow and…

…nothing.

The anchor, chain and 200-feet of line are completely missing.

Such is sailing with four kids on board: they get all your attention and your ship doesn’t.

Being the adventurous pair that we are, my father and I decided to take his boat, Contessa, in search of the missing anchor this morning. We set anchor in the approximate locale of my missing Danforth, and then went to work, zig-zagging over the know area and diving on anything that remotely resembled a white line. We even used his underwater camera. (That’s me in the view-finder above).

While I found an old vase, there was no sign of my missing anchor.

After over an hour and a half of diving in the shallow 15-feet of water, I was about to give up, seriously thinking we were never going to find it. I went a little wider on my last pass, and crossed back toward Contessa, just north of a route I’d run twice earlier.

There was a clear white line, stretching north-to-south about 10-feet below me. My dad and I hooted and hollered, celebrating in Dutch-Seafaring, pirate fashion.

Had I known how much fun I was going to have with my dad, I would’ve had a better attitude about losing my anchor the day before. (Granted, the very fact that I have a boat places my in the top 1% wealthiest people on the planet. Perspective is everything). But sometimes we encounter frustrating circumstances simply so that providence has the room to move.

Jesus’ disciples asked him in John 9 why a certain man was ill, wondering if the sickness was due to the sin of the man’s parents.

Jesus replied:

“It was not because of his sins or his parents’ sins,” Jesus answered. “This happened so the power of God could be seen in him.”

The Lord never wishes anything to get lost. But he sure has a lot of fun finding us.

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Why Doesn’t God Heal People Anymore?

If you’re a Christian you’ve heard the question asked more than once. And probably asked it a few times yourself.

“Why doesn’t God heal people anymore?”

God needs me least of all to defend him; he’s big enough to do that himself. But might I point out a few obvious truths?

The life expectancy of Americans in the 1800′s floated around 40-45 years. Which would mean I have about 10 years left before I’m gone. Scarier still is that that number drops into the 30′s once you hit the 1700′s and the 1600′s.

Advances in science, personal hygiene and food practices have all contributed to the longevity of the populace. But where did those advances come from?

The big bang. I know.

But really?

I’d contend that the Lord has been healing us all along by depositing his “superior ways of doing life” into the hearts and minds of those with a genuine heart to see mankind rise above the adverse affects of sin we donned upon ourselves. He’s been healing us with wisdom for a very long time.

Maybe not the answer you were expecting, but one we must process nonetheless.

Another obvious truth is that not only do we fail to ascribe credit where credit is due, but we’re forgetful.

One of the more depressing segments of human history can be found in the documentation of the Children of Israel and their utter forgetfulness about the miracles that they lived through. I’m not talking headache relief with an Aspirin kind of miracles, I’m talking food falling from the sky everyday kind of miracles.

And yet God chastised them. Because they so easily forgot. In fact, they failed so miserably at remembering all the miracles they had seen that their kids never knew about it all:

“There arose another generation after them, which knew not the LORD, nor yet the works which he had done for Israel.” (Judges 2:10)

You’ve probably already forgotten about legit healings you’ve heard about in the past. Because you and I are not that far removed from the Children of Israel.

We hear (Hebrews 3:16) and yet forget. And that forgetting provokes unbelief which keeps us from entering in (3:19).

Two years ago New Life started a Twitter account dedicated solely to documenting, in list form, miracles that were breaking out just among our church family. Re-reading it today is staggering, as I forgot about all those wonderful events. Until now.

I think I’ll go update that account.

So we can remember.

So we can give credit where credit is due.

A better question than “Why doesn’t God heal anymore?” is “How do we forget so easily?” And if the Children of Israel had the holy writings of their leaders – arguably more substantial than a Twitter account – how can I possibly do any better?

Simple.

Remembering the works of the Lord in our day is a choice. It’s deliberate. It’s intentionally looking for and acknowledging his work around is every day.

Where is the Lord?

Where is he not.

Where are all the miracles?

Everywhere. All day. Every day. We must chose to see them.

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Just Play


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Anthony Hoisington asked me to sit in with Brothers McClurg on two songs for worship this morning at New Life.

What a treat.

I appreciated his kindness and desire to honor our house. But I also loved his desire to just play.

Sometimes we need to just play. Because while life’s certainly about responsibilities, stewardship, faithfulness and progression, God ultimately made our lives to be enjoyed by Him, with Him and for Him.

Notice the word enjoy there. It echoes what Jesus said in John 10:10 when he was talking about the reason he came to the earth:

The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows). (Amplified)

Sometimes in life, we just need to play. For the sake of playing.

I cherish my children for encouraging – and sometimes begrudgingly provoking – this behavior in me. Admittedly, I don’t always feel like playing. But there is tremendous value in doing so: responsibilities devoid of the inevitable pursuit of play are unsatisfying.

It’s also training for heaven. One day, your only responsibility will be to play with your Father. (Better start getting used to it).

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Ode To The Common Heroes

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The earth is impregnated with heroes.

They love the land others think is cursed.

Their eyes aren’t on fortunes or fame, unless having to do with increasing their King’s, as His fortune is measured in souls and His fame established in grace. Grace that’s invited the sickest, murdering pervert among them to dine at the Father’s table – realizing they had all been branded the same for executing the Father’s son with their sin. Sick, murdering perverts who found grace.

They have the audacity to think they can impact their region; having themselves been touched by the life altering presence of God, they do not think it a stretch to believe that that same presence can change those around them.

They get frustrated with other Children of the Light who unwittingly mimic the lies of the Enemy over territory marked for the King, but remember they would be in the same depraved condition if it weren’t for divine perspective.

So they move in grace for the saved and the unsaved alike.

They are dispensers of mercy, not holding people to the fates they deserve; dispensers of grace, looking to give to people that which they do not merit.

Their culture is upside down. Unusual. Deliriously different and yet definitively divine.

They see their cities and towns and villages through heaven’s eyes, ever aware that there’s a better way to live for those struggling to feel better about the way they’re living.

They’re dreamers. Warrior poets. They make music with their inventions, create positions with their endeavors, generate monies with their pursuits, and forge converts with their humility.

All the while reminding the Enemy he only has control over regions of the earth where no Christ-followers live: if they aren’t there yet, Devil, they’ll be there soon.

You can attack them, frustrate them, discourage them, shove them, marginalize them and tempt them, but you can not defeat them. Because the epicenter of their earthquake causing, ear drum rupturing, heart stopping power is the Mercy Seat of Jesus Christ.

Kill one and you’ve invited heaven to your house, indeed doing God a favor in designating a place that’s in need of mercy. Kill them all and they’ll only be replaced by more; for the Creator has an endless supply of resources with which to fashion an army capable of representing Himself, embodying his love, and serving those in deepest darkness into light.

Their sleeves are rolled up. Eyes are on the horizon. Faces set like flint.

Yet they look common on the outside.

And this, the beauty of it all.

For when the Enemy least expects it, he’ll have lost another soul, another town, another nation to some unsuspecting vagabond that reeks of the divine, sounds like the crucified, walks with a limp, and has eternity in their eyes.

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Tenacious Terminology

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Tenacity.

Tenacity is being certain of your pursuits, especially when others aren’t certain of their own and fall away.

It’s holding on when things are difficult, and then staying that way for a long time.

When emotions say you shouldn’t, but your gut says you should.

When the crowd says you can’t, but a select few elders say you can.

Tenacity is saying, “Hands off my woman.” And willing to bloody your knuckles over it.

It’s minimizing distractions, growing lean, and becoming resourceful.

Tenacity is quantifying whether every new option will hinder or help your progress, and making decisions based solely on the latter.

And for Pete’s sake, tenacity is saying, “What? I can’t pump yet so my Dad pushes me. Back off.”

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Wonder Wonderfully

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When we’re little, we see everything with wonder.

When we grow up, we see things and wonder.

When we’re old, we wonder how much we missed.

When we’ve arrived, it’s wonderful.

Seeing my parents hide their grandchildren’s Easter eggs and Easter baskets around our property yesterday was a real treat; it seemed they were having more fun than my children.

Which they were.

They knew both the delight of discovery and the joy of staging the game. Superior perspective always affords the best experiences. That’s why it’s worth holding out for.

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With Sailing Comes Perspective

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Prepping my small ship, AireFire I, for the upcoming sailing season is always a happy time for me.

I get land-side view of any hull problems, rigging issues, or mechanical failures. I get to purchase new trinkets and dust off gadgets. I clean, wax, polish, scrub, paint, epoxy, and spit shine.

And while I’m busy at work, I’m thinking of the season ahead.

Of the memories I’ll make with my family on this ship.

Of the swimming, the cook outs, the sleepovers, the motoring through the 1000 Islands at dusk on a warm summer evening.

All at once my troubles fade away. Because I live like a king when compared to 7 billion other human beings.

While this winter season has been extremely difficult for me with regard to managing the various endeavors I have responsibilities in, it has produced a gratefulness I’ve needed.

I’m thanking God for little things more.

The clean tile in my bathtub.

The hot water on my skin. And that it’s drinkable.

My health. My wife and children’s health.

And my 1978 sailboat.

What was I complaining about again?

Perspective. Get some.

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The Process (Message)

This morning I preached out of my pain. I can’t explain it any other way. It was God appearing strong in the midst of my weakness. And I was humbled to be used.

I was also the first among the congregation to be convicted of the core content – essentially preaching to myself. In need of renewed perspective, in need of renewed motive.

I promised to put my notes on my website after a few people asked for them. If you’d like to watch the message, our wonderful production team has made it available here.

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The Process

• Life very often seems to be composed of one pressure after another. But what if these pressure had far less to do with Satan, sin, and ourselves than we thought?

Luke 19 • The Parable of the Ten Minas

11 While they were listening to this, he went on to tell them a parable, because he was near Jerusalem and the people thought that the kingdom of God was going to appear at once. 12 He said: “A man of noble birth went to a distant country to have himself appointed king and then to return. 13 So he called ten of his servants and gave them ten minas.[a] ‘Put this money to work,’ he said, ‘until I come back.’
14 “But his subjects hated him and sent a delegation after him to say, ‘We don’t want this man to be our king.’
15 “He was made king, however, and returned home. Then he sent for the servants to whom he had given the money, in order to find out what they had gained with it.
16 “The first one came and said, ‘Sir, your mina has earned ten more.’
17 “‘Well done, my good servant!’ his master replied. ‘Because you have been trustworthy in a very small matter, take charge of ten cities.’
18 “The second came and said, ‘Sir, your mina has earned five more.’
19 “His master answered, ‘You take charge of five cities.’
20 “Then another servant came and said, ‘Sir, here is your mina; I have kept it laid away in a piece of cloth. 21 I was afraid of you, because you are a hard man. You take out what you did not put in and reap what you did not sow.’
22 “His master replied, ‘I will judge you by your own words, you wicked servant! You knew, did you, that I am a hard man, taking out what I did not put in, and reaping what I did not sow? 23 Why then didn’t you put my money on deposit, so that when I came back, I could have collected it with interest?’
24 “Then he said to those standing by, ‘Take his mina away from him and give it to the one who has ten minas.’
25 “‘Sir,’ they said, ‘he already has ten!’
26 “He replied, ‘I tell you that to everyone who has, more will be given, but as for the one who has nothing, even what they have will be taken away. 27 But those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them—bring them here and kill them in front of me.’”

The Process: Pressure Points

20 “Then another servant came and said, ‘Sir, here is your mina; I have kept it laid away in a piece of cloth. 21 I was afraid of you, because you are a hard man. You take out what you did not put in and reap what you did not sow.’

• The pressure of the Master’s hand was meant to qualify his servants for greater responsibility.

• Instead of rising to the challenge, we often will blame our Master as the cause of our irresponsibility.

• Don’t put off your future fortunes by failing to miss the point of your present pressures.

The Process: Getting Qualified

Genesis 37-50 • Joseph: from the pit, to the prison, to the palace.
Luke 22:41 • Jesus: embracing the will of his father

• The Father is not nearly as interested in our happiness as he is in our fulfilling of his purposes for us. Joseph could not be entrusted to bless Israel until he could be proven to serve Egypt. Jesus had to be faithful to the Father before he became faithful to the Cross.

• If the Lord is truly sovereign, then he’s intimately aware of our circumstances, and not only knows the way out, but knows why we’re in.

2 Timothy 3:1,2a,4b

1 But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. 2a People will be lovers of themselves, 4b lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God.

• For Christians that love pleasure, circumstances dictate happiness.

• For Christians that love the Father, only relationship provides satisfaction.

The Process: Born to Resolve

Steve Jobs biography by Walter Isaacson

• The very things that try to destroy us are refining us to tackle the issues we were born to resolve.

The Process: Accepting A New Perspective

• If life was about making us happy then he would have to make our wills superior to his.

• Our greatest lessons are not learned in our successes, but in the trials that lead to our success. God is far more interested in the process of developing us for future usefulness than he is getting glory for “blessing you” in the present.

• This kind of Kingdom perspective can only come through adoption and impartation: adoption by choosing to embrace the perspectives of Christians more Godly than you are; impartation by meeting with God and letting him deal with our hearts.

The Process: Meeting With God

Realign your motives:

1.) If you’ve been more focused on resolving frustrations than you have finding contentment in God within your frustrations.

Realign your perspective:

2.) If your perspective is more temporal than eternal.

• What if you only came into your inheritance on the other side of this life? Could you wait that long?

Psalms 84:10
10 Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.