Friday, April 27, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
They say that only one who has been there really knows...this qualifies on both accounts. May it touch you, wherever you may be in your life or journey, as deeply as it has touched me.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. Psalm 139:13-14 (NIV)
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
My friend Rusty is one of my heroes. In fact, I saw him just today...he was taking up money at a high school baseball game because the man who normally does it (another hero) was in the hospital. Maybe thats why this is on my mind in the first place. Rusty loves people. By that I do not mean he is a people person, which he is, but I mean that he loves people. He makes time for people, to listen to them, to talk with them. He knows everyone's name and knows everyone's story. And every one of those people that belong to one of those names or to one of those stories knows one thing about Rusty...he cares. He simply has one of the biggest hearts I have ever run across. Rusty is also a hero of mine because he always does the thing no one else wants to, or is willing to do...and he does it with grace and kindness...in a wonderfully hidden and incredibly beautiful way. And he not only is content to do it that way, but actually prefers it. He doesn't care about getting credit, or recognition, or applause...he just wants to be faithful. In fact I could go on and on...but even that would seem to cheapen, in a way, the wonderful attitude and compassionate heart with which he goes about his life. So Rusty, my friend, here's to you...you are a treasure...and a true hero of mine. And I hope you never read this...because then it might give your secret away.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
She was just like any other young woman. She longed for the day when she would meet Mr. Right and be swept off her feet into the romance of her life—a romance that was wilder and more passionate than anything she could ever imagine or hope for.
She had painted the picture in her mind in great detail—spending years and years dreaming and imagining exactly what her wedding day would be like. Saving herself for the very day when she would give all of her love and affection—all of her self—to the one she loved more than her very life. On that day she would pour it all out on him, everything she had, with no holding back.
*This is from my book Reflections...available at amazon.com...haha, shameless promotion:)
Sunday, April 1, 2012
What do you do with a God who weeps? Especially one that weeps over you and me? He weeps, longing for us to know...to know what would truly bring us peace...to know the enormity of His heart...to know the depths of His love...intimately...the same way Adam knew Eve in Genesis 4:1. He weeps because he sees the reality of our inner (and outer) landscape. He knows our hearts. He knows our pain. He knows our struggle. He knows our doubts. He knows all of our ways...our compulsions and our patterns and our beliefs. He knows all about what we really think will make life work...what we truly believe will give us peace. And peace is so much more than a feeling; it is us, His beautiful creation, experiencing life as he intended it to be...the creation intent of God. He weeps because he sees where our misguided thoughts and beliefs and ways will eventually take us...what they will eventually cost us...where they will eventually leave us. He weeps because he desires all of our affections. He weeps because he constantly yearns for us to recognize His passion...for us. He weeps because he longs for us to know that he is the God that constantly comes to us, that relentlessly pursues us...all the way to the cross.
So as we enter Holy Week, may we join Jesus on his way to the cross. May we fix our eyes on his weeping face. May we come to know his abiding peace. And may we recognize all of the times and all of the ways he comes to us, both this day and this week.