Coffee Prayers and Perspective

Last full day of vacation. It has been a really good week. Waking up to a cup of coffee and the view of the mountains...does it get better than this? To help slow myself down, I've been doing "coffee prayers." All too often I pray for a moment and then jump straight into my Bible study. This week, I have used my first cup of coffee as a prayer time. I'm not done praying, until I'm done sipping. It really has helped elongate my time with the Lord in prayer. 

This morning during my coffee prayer, the mountains were covered with clouds.  The rain was drizzling. 

In that moment it stuck me that I have never paid attention to the clouds from this perspective before. Most the time I am looking up at the morning clouds hoping that the sun is back there somewhere about to burn them up and open up the sky. Today I was eye level with the clouds. Staying at 10,000 feet changes the way I hoped for the clouds to fade away and the sun to appear. 

I could see the sun go to work. No, I couldn't see the sun, but with every passing moment I watched more and more of the town below appear. From the ground, it is hard to know that the sun is at work. We look up and we see consistent cloud cover, but from Elevation, it is easy to see all the work that is being done.

In this moment (it takes much longer to write than it did to see) I began to pray. I want to see life from the Lord's perspective. I want to endure the clouds with a certainty that the dreariness of the moment WILL NOT LAST. I want to lead with the confidence of being "sure of what I hope for and certain of what I cannot see."

To be a husband that doesn't get defeated when he has a disagreement with his wife, a dad who doesn't get swept up in the moment of my child's accomplishments or failures, a friend who holds at bay a quip when nerves run thin, a pastor who can see beyond the moment to what lies ahead. All of these things are so tough from sea level. You know, that shallow part of your faith that prays quickly and spends a 1 minute devotional with God. I want to live a faith at 10,000 feet! Giving generously, loving freely, trusting fully and believing whole-heartedly. 

The air is thin up here. My body tells me that life is easier at sea level, but my faith reminds me that  the life I was made for is in the heavens, not below.

In the Beginning God...not man

I have stayed pretty quiet on many of the political debates raging in our country. Not because they are unimportant or I lack an opinion (if you know me, I always have an opinion), but more so, because I have not felt compelled to speak...until now. 

My compulsion doesn't come from a place of anger or fear Romans 8:28 provides us with a peace

 And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose."

I believe fully what scripture tells us. If I, and anyone else who professes Christ, truly trusts the Lord and loves Him... heart, mind and body...God, Himself, is working for His good and mine. If God is for me, what power does any man have to stand against Him? 

My compulsion comes from a need to REPEAT, not create. My opinion is not that important. Instead,  I feel like I need to repeat what Scripture says on the issue of gender. Is this a proclamation? Sure, but it is also a reminder. A reminder to those who claim that name of Christ, those who would label themselves "christian" or "Christ-follower." 

Read what God wrote in Genesis 1:27

God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.

Gender is "God Assigned," not man given. It is not determined by a short-sighted doctor at delivery. This is the beauty of knowing God is BIGGER than us. How many illegitimate, life-changing decisions would I have made as a teenager going through puberty if I would have been told that my ways were higher than His? Haven't we all felt uncomfortable in our own skin at times and wanted to change something? What has kept us from trying to over-ride His ways? Christ alone, and praise God, He protected me from such a low view of Him. 

You see, some things are God assigned. I truly believe that the conversation that has embraced our country from the White House to voices in our local community is not an attack on American values. I believe it is the scheme of sinful man to once again attack our Creator. It is disguised well? Yes, but do not be fooled, you Christian are not the main target. Baseball and Cracker-Jacks...the American Dream is not its foe. No, this one is aimed at Christ, Himself. 

Where do we stand?

 Whom else would I stand with, Christ holds the words to eternal life.  (John 6:68)

What shall I do? 

The Lord will fight for you...be still (Ex. 14:14)

Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” (Rom. 12:19)

Church we are called to trust the Lord, live for Him and stand with Him. If we sin in our actions "fighting for God" we squeeze Him out of the situation. We must behave in a way that people "will see our good works and glorify our Father in Heaven."  And if it comes to it, and we are asked, like the disciples in Acts 5, to obey a command that is an attack against God, then our actions and answers are already given... 

"But Peter and the apostles answered, “We must obey God rather than men."

Church, be alert. Be faithful. Be loving. 

In these things, know that the one who is being attacked has been attacked since the fall. He was not concerned then, and He is not threatened now. 

Pray without ceasing and make sure that you are careful where you stand, lest you fall. 

Keep your eyes on Him, follow His command, stand firm in your faith. 

We know who has already won this one!

Celebrate Your Progress

It is our first full day on a cruise. So far, so good. Christi and I both begin the 2nd leg of life this week. Of our 40 years of life, we have known each other for 3/4 of it and have loved each other 1/2 of it. Pretty awesome when you consider that!

We have endured, overcome, and celebrated more than I could ever put into words...and I was reminded of that this morning.

Last night we went through a storm on the boat. We are on the 10th deck, so the swaying was obvious. When I got out this morning the evidence of what we had gone through was obvious. Everything was soaked, tied down and the sky was still cloudy and dark. I went to the side to have my morning quiet time and just took in my surrounding. Although we were in the dark, I could see in the distance a big patch of light and we were headed for it. It was pretty cool, knowing the we would soon be in the sun and I could see the ocean in the full light of day! Since it was a ways out, I sat down and spent some time reading.

Isaiah 40---one of my favorite, if not my favorite, chapters in all of scripture. V.12 says,

Who has measured the waters in the hallow of His hand, and marked off the heavens by the span, and calculated the dust of the earth by the measure, and weighed the mountains in a balance.

As I considered how incredible God was, I looked up. Couldn't see the patch of light we were once headed toward. I looked around and all I could see were dark patches in the distance. Then the weight of it all sat in...I was in the light patch, it just wasn't the full light that I had thought I saw in the distance. I had a choice, mourn the fact that the "relief" that I thought awaited me was not so bright, or be excited that I had come through a dark time and even in the "light" there was still more to come!

This is marriage! God has created a beautiful scene for a man and woman. How many lives have fallen apart when they made it through the dark times to the light patch. When they realized it wasn't the end, only progress...they quit.  GOD DIDN'T DESIGN YOU TO QUIT IN THE PROGRESS, BUT TO REJOICE IN IT!

Christi and I have not arrived! Praise God! That means there is more....much more... to come! As I look back, I thank God that we endured the dark spots and have no desire to go back. I rejoice that God led us the bright spots in our past...looking back, even some of those seem dark in comparison to the light we love each other in now. How amazing is it that even now, we have not reached the finish line, but our GREAT GOD has still brighter places for us to seek!

Who could conceive of such a plan? Not me, I want Point A to Point B as fast as you can. But God in His greatness wants me to celebrate the progress, not just endure the road.

Not sure when on this cruise we will see the sun uninhibited, but it will get here eventually. Of that I am sure. Until then, I'll make the most of the progress we've made this far!

When the past fuels present...

Sitting in the coffee shop (isn't that where every pastor studies?) this morning there was a man with 2 adopted sons close by. As I studied, I smiled, but then I heard it...that familiar song that I haven't heard in years.

"Your backyard friends, the Backyardigans..."

Can you hear their high-pitched voices singing in your head? You're welcome.

It was funny because last night before we went to bed flipping through Amazon Prime, we came across a show called "Tiny Planets." (Ashley loved this in her first year of life!) All of the sudden the last 12 hours became obviously memory filled. Do you have such triggers? Things that you haven't thought about in years, or decades even, yet the moment you encounter them again you are brought back to the time, place, emotions...joy of a moment?

Depending on your present circumstances these triggers from the past can make you long for "simpler times." Those joy filled moments. Today with the time commitments of older children, the promotions in your work that come with more responsibility, or even the slight downturn in energy that you are experiencing as 40 approaches (I still have 3 months as a 30-something), isn't it easy to want to go back? At least to visit.  Just to have your pump primed with a longer moment of joy than just your moment now?

What if you were to go back? I think you would get more than you imagined! I would. As a One year old, I loved watching my daughter play in wonder...be captivated by the images she saw on the screen (for all of you secretly judging me now for putting my 1 year old in front to of the TV, it was a 6 min. show) I wondered what she was thinking. THEN... I remember the countless nights crying in the hall as she wouldn't go to bed, the food she wouldn't eat, diapers (enough said), fits, baby-proofing...it was a stressful time in life...SLEEP was gold, and money was thin...dates consisted of sitting on the back porch while Ashely took a nap.

I could go through a list of things that would be a mixed bag of wonder and weariness with Connor too.

Why do I remember such times with joy when I hear a song or see a picture? I don't want to go back, yet I miss some of its pieces. Do I try to relive it? Recreate it? No, CPS might have some negative words about that one!

The Past is so beautiful because of the present! When I look at my older children, I see how those moments in the past grew up! The imagination of a One year old, now is the creativity of a young lady. The delight in fictitious friendships, now displayed as the joy of an 11 year old who loves teams in every shape, form and fashion. The Present has proven the past. The link is hardly recognizable unless we take a moment to see it!

Things/Times that were trials have blossomed into beauty!

Romans 5 says it this way:
3 We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. 4 And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. 5 And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love. (NLT)

We are reminded in our faith that the stresses of today blossom into the beauty of tomorrow! In our faith we can look fondly on the past, not to relive them, but to see how Christ has matured us...proven His promises to us! How things that captured us, were simply fuel to strengthen us in Christ today! And those of today...for tomorrow.

As a dad. There are moments that I miss for sure, but today I have been reminded that those moments are still here with me...simply grown up! Evidence that God's promises are true.

Tuesday...not at all as we intended

Well I must say, this trip has not gone as we planned. Our baggage still hasn't arrived in Kisumu, and they are telling us that Lawyer's bag was separated and may not arrive until Thursday (we fly home on Friday.)

As we were sitting at the airport waiting on our bags to arrive (we were told they would arrive so expectantly we went.) we called and asked out Stve(our administrator), Emily (our social worker), and Kennedy (our head teacher) to meet us to go shopping and join us for lunch. The plan was then to go and deliver everything to the children in the afternoon. Well...things did not go as planned.

As we waited at the airport for an hour, we were told that our information was incorrect. Our baggage was "delayed." So, quit dejected we went out to the car...there was a parking boot placed on our car! Again we waited for another hour. The team from the orphanage had been waiting for almost 2 hours in Kisumu before we finally made it st 1pm to go shopping! Th were gracious, but we were frustrated. 

SHOPPING...my highest spiritual gift is GIVING! This was in my wheel house. So Lawyer and I bought clothes for the day and were able to buy underwear for the kids and toiletry items. In this moment I realized how thankful I was that Lawyer and I were her together. We make a great team! 

We really felt the need to have some private conversations with Emily on some news we have gotten, but these guys seldom separated themselves from her. As I asked her to lead me to the help me find a tooth brush, Lawyer ran interference with the other 2! It provided me with a good 20 minutes to visit with Emily! 

At we went shopping, we went to the linen store to buy material for new uniforms! It was a unique experience. Lawyer and I both hav been buying cheap shirts as we have awaited our luggage and in this store we realized that we could have had Kenyan tailored shirts for cheaper! Too late, but Emily told us the next time we arrived that she would have some waiting for us ;) (she eyeballed our measurements)

Then it was time for lunch. There is a place called the Java House that has great sandwiches, that. We had planned to visit. Our teachers hoped for more, so we went to the Kisumu hotel in stead! They seldom, if ever get to eat at such a place. It was a gift. Lawyer and I tried samosa? For the first time! If was great. I would call it Africa's version of a meat pie!

At lunch is when I say lawyer at his best. Steve is a competent young man, but doesn't relate well with those below him...lording his authority over them. There is much tension there. Lawyer for an hour talked with him about leadership and the joy of serving! It was beautiful to watch and listen to from afar. That young man didn't understand the gift he'd been given. He listened intently, and you could see him deciding whether to believe his training or this man who sat in front of him. Amazing!

We then went on to purchase shoes for the kids. Steve took initiative for the first time...and negotiated the price of the shoes! Saving some $100. 

By the time that was finished it was too late to go to the orphanage. So we visited the Masai Market to get gifts to take home. Man those guys ,corner you! But we put our best negotiator's hats on and got what we needed. Our families will be happy!

Our biggest God moment happened as we woke up in the morning! We had been told a few years back for the need of a fence at the  cost...$25,000! The church has tried to raise money but fallen short! It is a need. Well at the Okelo's where we are staying I noticed a living fence. It don't know how to spell it but it sounds like "K-epo" it is s thorny brush..beautiful! As we talked, many of the nicer homes have this thick brush manicured as a fence! It was pretty and effective! As we dicussed, we talked about the possibility of this at the orphanage! The soil and rain is good for this plant there...we would need to buy some 2500 plants! The plants cost .10/ea! We could do the fence for 100 times less than our goal! Lawyer took the idea, put his engineering mind behind it and presented this idea to Steve and I believe he listened to it because of the relationship Lawyer had built with him. 

Not as planned, but good.

Prayers...

Pray for both of our digestive tracks. Without meds, we are both adjusting to the food slower than we would like. Pray for the meetings that must occur Wednesday. They are most critical, and will be most difficult. Pray for our luggage to arrive. Pray for the orphanage and those who are there. 

On a lighter note, I was encouraged with a text from one of our members last night. It was a reminder of the last sermon I preached. The text, Mark 6:7-9. 

And He *summoned the twelve and began to send them out in pairs, and gave them authority over the unclean spirits;

 8 and He instructed them that they should take nothing for their journey, except a mere staff—no bread, no bag, no money in their belt—

 9 but to wear sandals; and He added, “Do not put on two tunics.”

Well, I guess we packed too much! What a great reminder to the preacher, that we have been knives what is needed to do the Lord's work! As always He is Our provider!

We don't what tomorrow holds, but we know that it will turn out just as the Lord desires. 

***update: it is Wednesday at noon on Kenya. Lawyer's bag has made it. It had the most important meds. Mine is still missing. Its important contents are the letters for the children and balls for recreation. Small things but important. Pray for its arrival.

Day 1 or Day 3, depending on how you are counting

Day 1---or 3, depending on how you count

Well we have made it through day 1 (or 3 of you count flight time) it has been a good trip this far. The flights were long...very long. But we arrived (our luggage didn't, but should arrive Tuesday) as a side note we went out and bought some clothes and we looked like an old guy boy band! Note to self, Kenyan sizes are smaller than US sizes!

After a pretty good nights rest in Nairobi we boarded our plane to Kisumu. The view below is the first site I had of Kisumu from the air! 

As we were met by our host (Jared) we made our way to the orphanage. If you haven't been this next picture might not mean much b/c it is just of the road. If you have been here then your jaw is dropping! The roads are great and have brought many homes,businesses, and schools to the area

Our our way there must have been 15-20 towns that have developed along the road. I was amazed that during the day. On our two hour drive to the orphanage that we only saw a handful of kids not in school. These areas were businesses that had formed in pockets for travelers.

We stopped for lunch. Below is Jared (yellow), his brother Joshua (black), Tom (our previous admin) and Lawyer.

Lunch was...fried! Not too bad.

Lawyer insisted on the next picture! Before and after each meal you had to wash up. You eat with your hands, so this was important.

This is a picture of our orphanage from the back. It's HUGE! I mean big! Compared to other orphanages I think the facility was as nice or better. Now, apparently there is no running water and the generator is not working, but you can tell that FBCP put a lot into the bones of the facility.

This was Pastor Daniel's home. It now serves for prek-1st school rooms.

The kitchen smelt good. Wood burning stove/oven. The head chef was there today (what are the odds!?! JK, they knew we were coming)

This is the garden where the kids grow Kale and then use it in some of their meals.

Lawyer and some of our orphans.

Finally made it home. Must have seen 50-100 houses like the one in the picture on the way back to Homa Bay and Kisumu.

The scenery is beautiful. God is good

We had a full day with a fuller one tomorrow. We heard the school side of the report. High marks. Trophy for the best private school on Homa Bay. I wrote the stat, but it was 1 out of 97 schools I believe.

Many questions and tensions between some of the people associated with the school/orphanage are already stirring. Pray that the Lord will give us the ability to bring them together. Also pray for truth. We heard only about the school today, but so much still left to talk about. Some big issues. 

What a unique experience the Lord has given us and we want to serve Him completely and competently. 

Thank you all for praying.

**its midnight and I'm beat. So forgive any typos**

Better Together

I discovered something about myself this week. Apparently...I am a slob!

You would never know this. In fact, I don't think I knew this until this week. Christi and the kids are out of town for the week visiting family and I have been home alone. This morning I got up this morning and went on my run and was praying, singing (in my head), and thinking. As I started to think through the day about what I need to accomplish a picture of my home ran through my mind.

I haven't made the bed all week, no clothes have been washed, the clothes that were washed last week are still on the floor in the den, paint cans from Monday's paint project are still on the kitchen table...sadly the list goes on. What happened?

Normally, I am not a neat freak, but this is a little past the norm.

As I was running it hit me...I'm better as a WE than a ME. Whether it is my wife or kiddos, when I am with them I'm just....better. I'm more considerate, more motivated, more intentional...definitely cleaner!

It was in that moment that the Lord got my attention and a smile came across my face. God made me to be a WE not a ME! I was a me when I was lost to myself. My way of thinking. embracing my imperfections as a part of ME. I was a ME before HE reached down for ME! I was lost, alone, and sloppy in my spirit and I didn't even know it! When I am a WE with Christ I'm better! When I take time to spend reading HIS word, gathered in HIS family, even serving HIM joyfully in my everyday roles as Pastor, Husband, Father that BETTER is so easy to recognize.

We all have a ME RELAPSE every now and then. Our ME takes advantage of our relationship with Christ and, normally by neglect, find ourselves in a sloppy mess. Don't embrace that mess as who you are...it was who you were. It isn't your inner self trying to escape, it is your old nature trying to make an attempt to lure you to give in.

I don't want to ever live like a ME again. Not in my physical life. Single vs. Dad or Husband....easy answer. ( I love you babe!)  Not in my spiritual life...self consumed orphan vs. One with the Creator of all Things and the Son of the Most High God...even easier.