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PostHeaderIcon Marriage, Culture, and Unity

  I recently visited Kensington Church for a Wednesday service. It was an awesome experience. Dave Wilson talked about Family. It's been weighing pretty heavy on my heart lately too. To which always leads me to believe more and more in the power of the Holy Spirit. But it also gets me thinking about cultural relevance of Marriage.

  Marriage is sanctioned by God... Period. But the mere fact that culture is trying to redefine marriage proves that, as a culture, marriage is faltering. During the lesson, Dave quoted some stats on marriages failing percentages. Where that may be true overall, we need to recognize also, that as a culture, less and less percentage of overall people in the society are engaging in a marriage at all. So, the percentages are skewed slightly. It's basically a percentage of the marriages that are actually taking place. Anyway, how can we as a church claim to know Christ if, percentage wise, we are equal to, if not worse than, the world?

  This is Ludicrous! Outrageous! Preposterous! The world will never want what we have if we don't seem any different than that of the world. We need to have forgiveness in our marriages. Dedication, loyalty, recovery, and grace. God hates divorce, it is plainly said in the scriptures. And far too often, we as a Church offer less grace than the world does when it comes to infidelity. I've heard ministers say that someone had every right to leave the other person, and that was just in response to someone admitting an addiction to pornography. To me, admission is the first step to recovery. And to tell someone to get out at this stage is very dangerous. I've been down that road. I'm well on the road to recovery. Step by step, day by day.

  Our marriages need to show this world that there IS a God, and that He cares about us so much, that He sent His Son for us. That this marriage should be taken as a covenant between parties. Not just between a husband and wife, but also before God Almighty! We've got to show this world who God really is. Jesus prayed for Complete unity among believers. COMPLETE UNITY! Not just a ho-hum "I guess they're my brother/sister". What are we doing?! I think the only way to be the Church today is to unite. Not just with those that think like we think, but with those that are Christians. 

  Does that mean that all the churches need to merge? Perhaps... Merge as one mind, yes, but each church building/gathering/tribe, I guess those can be considered as different parts of one body. But ultimately, yes, we should all be one. If all of us as the Church would unite... Wow... The world would be a different place. If we as a body can unite, then we can surely unite in marriage. As one family. Not as one big blended family that doesn't really get along so well. Let's give it a try. Unite!

  Remember that I am not your enemy! Each tribe is not the enemy! There is only one real enemy, and it is not of flesh and blood! We need to remember, our Spouse is not the enemy! Our brethren are not the enemy! That other church down the street is not our enemy! If anything, we need to unite! Embrace, grab hands, and become ONE in Christ Jesus! Let's show this world the power of Jesus Christ! Let's become one in Him! At ALL cost we need to unite! Please, join me in prayer that we may all become ONE in Christ! In our families, and in our church families, and to join in union with Christ!

  I love all of you out there! I don't know who reads this, but I pray for you all daily. God is working on me daily, and I struggle too. Be faithful! Until next time!

Last Updated ( Saturday, 21 August 2010 21:56 )


PostHeaderIcon Ponderances of a Christian

I know God is Good! I sit here, listening to music, and I find myself lost in God's love. I'm amazed at the constant Love that He has for me. I know me, and I know that He knows me more, and I find it hard for me to love myself, much rather someone who knows me better than I do, and yet He chooses to love me. Not only does He love me, He LIKES me! I find this unphathomable how He loves us! Incomprehensible, unbelievable, incredible, amazing, awesome love.

I find myself lost in His love more than I recognize. I definitely KNOW music has an influence in life, and in the greater scheme of things (just ask me about my story and my journey back to the light). The type of music you listen to, and the genre you choose to listen to. Secular vs Christian. I know many people try to justify listening to secular music by stating that they connect to people through the secular music. Not that I'm not against the secular music, but I think the Christian music we listen to, should outweigh the secular music in our lives. Whether that is the music in our heart, or music in our ears.

Many at RCC may wonder why I sometimes mention Woodside Bible Church from time to time. Well, it's a long story, but I attend and help out their Celebrate Recovery ministry. It's definitely one of the larger CR meetings in the area, but on top of that, the music I hear weekly lifts my spirits and allows me to praise in my heart! It reminds me that God cares about me, and that even though I'm a sinner, that God truly does care about me. Don't get me wrong, RCC has awesome music too, and I love a cappella music. It's just that my soul longs to praise God in all that I do... To praise God with instruments and with the voice. My heart fills with joy when I hear the music come together. Nathan even seems to have that joy related to music too. I play the songs, and I see him sitting there, just bobbing his head to the music.

He seems to want to play the drums. He hears the beat, he starts to use his hands like he's hitting drums. I used to play drums MANY years ago, but I'm thinking I should get him some drums, to give him a creative outlet for his desire to hit things (and people). But I don't have any money to get drums. I'd like to pick them back up myself too. Anyone have a drum set laying around? :-)

Anyway, I've rambled on enough. God is Good! One last note. I know that God created everything. The skies and the earth were created for us to behold His glory. I believe that also entitles us as Christians to discover the secrets of this world in which we live. I believe that the more we learn about things, invent new things, design new things that have never been seen before, that we just learn more about the Creator of it all. It blows me away that "Scientists" these days can claim to discover new things, and yet choose to ignore the creator of it all. In my life, the more I've discovered, invented, learned, it leaves me more in awe of God every new thing I learn. How can someone that has been placed in a role of leadership over the things in his life, can ignore the King of all the universe, the one who placed you in the role in the first place. I'm amazed we're still alive. God is a merciful and gracious God. I'm amazed daily!

Last Updated ( Saturday, 03 July 2010 00:37 )


PostHeaderIcon Power of a Praying Child

  Driving to Port Huron to visit with my Dad for Father's Day (2007), about 3/4 of the way there, I started to feel something happening with the van. So I began to pull over. As I was already slowed down, because something felt loose in the rear not much happened to the vehicle. But the tire fell off, and the rotor in the back fell into the freeway. I looked quickly and no cars were immediately near, so I jumped into the road and tossed the rotor to the shoulder and jumped to the shoulder myself.

   I was very stressed and disheartened and angry. I called my dad and he said he'd come pick us up. In the meantime, the tire had continued to roll, in the grassy knoll about 1/4 mile down the road. So I began to walk toward the tire. As I walked, one couple stopped and asked if I needed help. I didn't think there was much they could do. So I told them my dad said he'd come, but not with tools as he didn't have any in the vehicle he was driving, and I didn't have a jack or tools in mine. My dad was just going to come and take us to the restaurant. So they left.

  As I walked, I was cursing under my breath, and grumbling, and complaining and just about every choice word came to mind. I carefully crossed the freeway, picked up the tire, and crossed back to the shoulder. As I carried the tire back, it dawned on me that if the tire could roll that far, it could certainly be rolled back. So I put the tire down and began to roll it.

  Almost immediately after putting the tire down, I felt a change inside of me. Suddenly I wasn't complaining, grumbling, or angry. I was suddenly filled with joy. My heart felt light, and I began to sing. I walked back to the car, and double checked that everyone was ok, for my daughter and wife were with me.

  About 5 minutes later, a truck pulled up. And a gentleman asked how bad it was. Which, since I had already been in the process of stopping, wasn't real bad. He looked and said the same, that merely a pin was missing. But upon looking at it, he said the pin was there. He said he didn't have his tools with him. He said that he was only a few miles from home, and that he'd go home and get the tools and return.

  About 15 minutes had passed, and my dad showed up. About 10 minutes after that, the gentleman returned, with a jack, lug nuts, and tools in hand. And proceeded to repair my van at the side of the road. About 15 minutes later, the tire was on the van, and the gentleman said that I could keep the lug wrench. My dad had asked if he needed or wanted anything from us. And he continued on as he didn't hear my dad. He got in his truck and left. I got in my van and drove it to the restaurant, we ate and enjoyed each others' company.

  Later on, My wife had told me that Michaela (2 years old at this time) was very sad as I was walking away and began to cry. Then Michaela began to insist on praying for daddy. My wife kept informing her that I was okay and was just going to get the tire. But Michaela still insisted on praying. My wife said that about the same time I put the tire down was when Michaela started to pray.

  I don't know the words that Michaela used, or even if the words mattered. But I can see the hand of God at work in this. I didn't even tell my wife what I was doing, or that my outlook had changed, but she knew that I had changed.

  I don't know what prompted Kim to tell me that Michaela prayed for me, but I am glad she did. It allowed me to see that my daughter loves me very much. It also let me see that the prayer of a child is very powerful. I see that God has given me such an amazing gift in Michaela. God is real, he hears the prayers of the little one.


Last Updated ( Saturday, 21 August 2010 22:08 )