July 27, 2008
“Home is not where you live, but where they understand you”
Home. Home is a beautiful word. I am overjoyed to be home.
I have been home for a while, but I needed time to recover from my vacation. My family traveled to Oregon for a professional conference. We then traveled like madmen from Oregon to Iowa in just over two days. We then spent all day everyday with friends and family. We had a nice time, but we were looking forward to a slower, quieter drive back to Oregon before flying home again. We were planning to travel in 10 days what was traveled in two the week before.
June 14, 2008
I am traveling from 6/15 until 7/13. I am attending a missions conference in Oregon and then traveling to Iowa to see family. From Iowa, I’ll be traveling to Washington state for a few days and then back to Alaska. In Alaska, I’m spending a week in our old hometown visiting friends.
If possible, I will begin posting upon my return to Alaska. Otherwise, I will re-start my blog posting Sunday July 13.
June 13, 2008
The family begins a 4 week long trip in two days and I already feel like I need a vacation from this vacation. All sorts of trials have presented themselves. Tempers are already flaring.
First, the airline is changing its checked bag policy in the middle of our trip. As we fly out, we can each have two checked bags. On our way home, we can only have one per person.
From there, things seem to only get more stressful
June 12, 2008
Every thing that a man leans upon but God, will be a dart that will certainly pierce his heart through and through. He who leans only upon Christ, lives the highest, choicest, safest, and sweetest life.
– Thomas Brooks
I find it so easy to turn away from God and depend upon other things. I lean upon myself and try to exert independence. I rely upon my abilities and plans. I rely upon my resources.
I forget that all of these are gifts from God and can never replace the Giver. How I must grieve the Father’s heart when I glorify the gift he gave and neglect the Giver.
Remember that God alone deserves glory and praise. God alone can provide the grace and mercy we need to truly live. God alone gives us eternal life – eternal both in quantity and in quality.
June 11, 2008
Sin suffers from a poor reputation. The reputation varies a bit, but the variations seem to fit a few basic formats. Sin is currently either lauded or or misconstrued.
For some folks, sin is considered a synonym for fun and exciting. This is evidenced by Las Vegas’ moniker of Sin City. How utterly grievous this must be to the Most High. The hideousness of sin is declared beautiful. The abject evil of sin is called fun. The deadliness of sin is regarded as the good life. Sin receives the praise and honor and glory that rightfully belongs to God. The creature has denied to Creator only to embrace the very antithesis of his love and race and mercy and holiness and justice and righteousness.
For other folks, sin is a term used by the religiously misled (or even deranged) for the purpose of enforcing a flawed world view. The idea is that by calling something sin, one person injures another by denying their inner being and predilections. To call something sin is therefore heinous, small minded, and bigoted. In this system the only sin is calling corruption and ungodliness according to the way God sees it and revealed it to us.
June 9, 2008
“It Is Well With My Soul” By Wintley Phipps
This is another fine music video with a discussion and performance by Wintley Phipps. Phipps is the gentleman in last weeks music video. I hope this blesses you and I would recommend a personal study of the author of the hymn, Horatio Spafford.
June 8, 2008
Oh, what men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do! – 4.1.17 & 18
So says Count Claudio in William Shakespeare’s “Much Ado About Nothing.”
I read this much beloved play this week. I must confess a love of Shakespeare. I had never thought to love Shakespeare as my first encounters in high school English class were not to my liking. I believe this was more from the ignorance of youth than any lack in my teachers or the Bard.
While I love Shakespeare, “Much Ado” is my favorite. “Hamlet” and “Midsummer” are regarded nearly as well. While spending some days visiting my friends Benedick and Beatrice, Don Pedro and Leonato, and my good friend Dogberry (Claudio and Hero as well, I suppose), I heard these words afresh.
The quote triggered a memory of Paul of Tarsus speaking with such emotion