Recently I attended a pastor’s conference hosted by Alistair Begg. During one of the sessions he quoted from The Directory for the Publick Worship of God by the Westminster Assembly which met from 1643-48. It was approved by the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland in 1645 to regulate the worship of the church. I’m not thinking we could ever enforce this in the American Church, but I think it’s pretty cool and convicting.
When the congregation is to meet for publick worship, the people (having before prepared their hearts thereunto) ought all to come and join therein; not absenting themselves from the publick ordinance through negligence, or upon pretence of private meetings.
Let all enter the assembly, not irreverently, but in a grave and seemly manner, taking their seats or places without adoration, or bowing themselves towards one place or other.
The congregation being assembled, the minister, after solemn calling on them to the worshipping of the great name of God, is to begin with prayer.
“In all reverence and humility acknowledging the incomprehensible greatness and majesty of the Lord, (in whose presence they do then in a special manner appear,) and their own vileness and unworthiness to approach so near him, with their utter inability of themselves to so great a work; and humbly beseeching him for pardon, assistance, and acceptance, in the whole service then to be performed; and for a blessing on that particular portion of his word then to be read: And all in the name and mediation of the Lord Jesus Christ.”
The publick worship being begun, the people are wholly to attend upon it, forbearing to read any thing, except what the minister is then reading or citing; and abstaining much more from all private whisperings, conferences, salutations, or doing reverence to any person present, or coming in; as also from all gazing, sleeping, and other indecent behaviour, which may disturb the minister or people, or hinder themselves or others in the service of God.
If any, through necessity, be hindered from being present at the beginning, they ought not, when they come into the congregation, to betake themselves to their private devotions, but reverently to compose themselves to join with the assembly in that ordinance of God which is then in hand.
“Stop inviting me to church man. I know all about it and I want nothing to do with it, please, leave me alone!” I spoke these words to a dear friend, who had “found Jesus” and wouldn’t stop nagging me to go to church. He was like an older brother to me and he was persistent. I couldn’t take anymore and was desperate to maintain our friendship, but I needed to muzzle him about this whole Jesus thing if our relationship was to continue.
Have you ever encountered someone like this in your life? Most of us have. We each react differently to them. I don’t know if there is a way to get your Christian friends to layoff on the sharing Jesus with you, but I thought I had had come up with a surefire plan to get him off my back. My plan was simple. I would go to church once so long as he promised never to invite me again. He bit! I couldn’t believe it and suddenly thought I needed to renegotiate as I felt like I set the bar too low. I immediately added that I was going to attend in the clothes I was wearing at the time—a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. This didn’t phase my buddy at all, he was just happy that I was going to join him at church.
At the time, I was an active duty Navy SEAL venturing into a protestant church for the first time and I was terrified! I would have much rather been jumping out of a plane at night with full combat gear rather than walking into church that night. My thoughts were filled with criticism to everything I heard that night, but I couldn’t help but to notice how nice and loving the people were. No one seemed to care about my attire (most of them were in the same style of clothing), but they genuinely seemed to care about me. Clearly, there was something different about them and this impacted me greatly.
I ventured back another time, then another time and then I was looking forward to going each week. My internal criticalness was still there week after week, but I continued to return. I’m not sure why I returned after I had fulfilled what I told my buddy I would do—it could have been the free pizza, but more likely I was drawn to the people who demonstrated a love that I had never experienced before. It wasn’t too many months later that I discovered this Jesus who had transformed their lives and my life was forever changed.
I’ve never forgotten how annoying my friend’s invitations were to me. He wouldn’t give up. He drove me crazy asking me to join him for church week after week. I am now eternally grateful he didn’t give up or let up on inviting me. For those of you who have these nagging friends, know that they invite you because they love you. They desire that you experience what they have experienced in Christ.
Easter is just around the corner, next Sunday, April 5.
I’m not sure that I am allowed to invite you to church in light of the title of this article, but we at Valley Baptist Church
welcomes you to celebrate Easter with us this year.
We don’t care about what you’re wearing; we care about you.
If you don’t join us, I’d encourage you to visit a Bible believing church in your area.
I’ll never forget Sunday, June 25, 2007. It was one of those days when I would say something without fully knowing what I was saying. I had been the pastor of Valley Baptist Church for just over a month. I asked friends of mine to visit to share what God was doing in their lives and how they were moving to Mongolia in a few months. I promised no money because we really didn’t have anything to give, but I asked them to share for the health of the church so that we would think bigger than the 15 people that we were at the time. I remember saying, “In 5 years, we WILL send a team to Mongolia.”
Why did I say this? I’m not sure. I guess deep down I thought that’s what churches were supposed to do, but I really didn’t give much thought to it as it came, unplanned, out of my mouth. The comment lingered in my mind for years—three years to be exact. By 2010 Valley Baptist Church had grown and I couldn’t shake the promise I had made. Would we send a team in five years? That window was closing in on me and I hadn’t a clue about Mongolia or what we could do there. I didn’t have a clue what I was supposed to do, or what I would do if we actually sent a team, but I had to move forward and trust that God would direct.
The idea of a vision trip surfaced through a prayerful conversation with my wife. A rough plan came together. I would go to Mongolia with one guy from the church to explore our options for a follow up visit. Great! A plan was coming together. As we prayed, planned, and communicated with our friends in the field, I came to discover that our great plans were causing anxiety on the part of the missionaries we were going to see. Their stress caused our purpose and plans to adjust.
Operation Encouragement. Romans 1:11-12 became the guidepost for our trip. It states the following: “For I long to see you so that I may impart some spiritual gift to you, that you may be established; that is, that I may be encouraged together with you while among you, each of us by the other’s faith, both yours and mine.” The whole purpose of the trip was to spend time encouraging them. As we booked tickets to Mongolia, we had to stay the night in Beijing where other friends we supporting were serving. It became a two-for-one sort of opportunity!
The plans were set, but what would this mission of encouragement look like? I would have to make the journey in order to answer this question.
Pancake mix and syrup! The first component of encouragement came through simple things like pancake mix, syrup, taco seasoning, coffee, supplies to make chocolate chip cookies and things we in the United States take for granted, but are hot commodities in the rest of the world. We packed suitcases and suitcases filled with household items that they wanted. Man, I’ll never forget the looks on their faces and we celebrated Christmas in April! Bringing supplies is an easy way to bring encouragement.
The Coming of Titus.After a few days in Mongolia, I was starting to feel a little discouraged because I wasn’t feeling all that pastoral. We toured around the town, ate weird food, and laughed about the differences in culture, but none of this felt very spiritual. One night drinking coffee with the wife, I sort of apologized and said I would try to be more pastoral the next day. She immediately looked and me and said, “This is the first time I’ve heard him laugh in a long time. Thank you so much for encouraging him!” It wasn’t long before she directed me to 2 Corinthians 7:6 where Paul writes, “But God, who comforts the depressed, comforted us by the coming of Titus.” I learned how strained things were for them there and how God used us to encourage them in ways I couldn’t have imagined.
Missions Reimagined. My trip to Mongolia affected me greatly and how we as a church have handled missions. I believe the people we partner with should truly be a part of our fellowship as much as we are able to include them. Our desire is not just to support financially, but relationally. My aim as a pastor is to invest in our missionaries to the best to my ability and to visit as needed. I learned that very few missionaries ever received teams of people whose purpose was to simply encourage and bless them. I came to learn that a visiting pastor often was on a trip to see if the missionary was worthy of the budget the upcoming years base on whatever metric they had come up with. This trip forever changed how I would support the missionaries we supported. The following year, my family would take a detour from our vacation in Spain to visit and encourage our missionaries in Italy. It wasn't just me, but it was my family and I saw how great this was for the missionary family to have another family and how great it was for my children who were 5 and 2 at the time.
Three years later in July 2014, we would send our third team out the door to encourage—“Team Philippines!” This was our first team of three church members that we sent out to encourage those we support in the Philippines.
As I write five years after that original trip to Mongolia, we have “Team Romania!” in Romania encouraging the missionaries we support there.
I’m excited for our future teams that we will send out. Get your passports ready, for you could be on the next team out! I am thankful to God for our partnership with missionaries. It has help me grow in my relationship and passion for God, it has encouraged the missionaries we are partnered with, and it has grown people within Valley Baptist Church!
“Did you see it?”
Is the question I’m asked with movies like American Sniper, Lone Survivor and other Navy SEAL movies like these that come out.
Usually, I don’t watch them.
I really don’t find them entertaining.
They are difficult to watch for they tell the stories of my friends, my brothers.
For whatever reason, I felt compelled to watch American Sniper because a friend of mine played himself in the movie and I wanted to support him.
The movie is Rated R, so do your own research to determine if this movie is appropriate for you or those who are entrusted to your care. You can review it on Plugged In Online for a trusted review.
It is a movie that depicts war and its harsh aftermath so it is not appropriate for all.
I’m not writing this review to endorse the appropriateness of this movie for you and your situation.
I appreciate the overwhelming positive response to Chris Kyle and his service. I’m not quite sure what triggers the population to go out and spend a small fortune to watch a movie at a theater, but clearly this movie drew out the masses. I’ve been moved by the outpouring of support by Americans who have expressed their thankfulness and compassion for the sacrifice of service members. Indeed our service members are great people and have sacrificed much throughout the last few years.
I have a difficult time agreeing with others who react to this movie with phrases like, “This was the best movie I’ve ever seen!” or “This was an awesome movie!”
I get the heart behind these phrases and I get it.
However, these comments made me apprehensive, as this movie is a true story.
Chris was killed. Ryan Job
was killed. Marc Lee
These are real people whose lives crossed my path in life.
I wish they were alive today and with their families, but this is their story and there are many left in the wake of their deaths.
Because this movie is grounded in a difficult reality, I just can’t review it as entertainment.
What I can say about the movie is this. I believe those who created this movie told the story well. I believe the lives of Marc, Ryan, and Chris were honored in the story line of this movie. I’m thankful for how the story was told. War wasn’t glamorized. Evil was presented as a reality. The strain on the families and their sacrifice was highlighted. Without giving anything away, I really appreciated how the movie ended.
Probably not the best review of the movie out there, but it’s what I was able to muster.
While the story concludes at the end of this movie, it continues for many veterans and their family members.
I am often asked how can people help, or where can they give.
The non-profit I am currently recommending to people is the Navy SEALSFund
It is actively helping SEALs who are in need of help quickly and effectively.
By KELLY KIDDER
May 24, 2002 was the most frightening day of my life. I was having dinner with my parents in a restaurant when a fire broke out in the hotel across the street. Within minutes the small bit of smoke erupted into a massive inferno, engulfing the entire hotel.
The fire was distressing, but what terrified me was watching my dad get up from the table where we were eating dinner, cross the street and run into the burning building. He never hesitated; he didn't even pause long enough to say anything to my mom or me before leaving the restaurant. Mom and I just sat there staring after him. I remember her telling me the same thing over and over again, “Your dad is smart. He knows what he is doing.” I knew she was talking to herself as much as me.
But the only thought going through my mind, and the reason why I seriously doubted whether or not I would ever see my dad again, was I knew that if there was even the smallest chance that he could get someone out he would either do it or he would die trying. There was no third option. As long as there was anyone inside, he would not come out without them.
I don't know how many minutes went by, but thank God, he did come out, supporting an elderly gentleman who had been stuck on the top floor with his wife. That couple would have died had my dad and a few other brave men not intervened and got them out. All of this happened within minutes. Had my dad waited until the fire department arrived it would have been too late. The building was already completely engulfed by the time the first truck was on the scene. The reason I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my dad would have been willing to sacrifice himself for that old man was because that is who he is to his core. My dad got up and left his family sitting at the dinner table to go and risk his life for a man who he had never met...without hesitation. Now imagine if there was a whole group of people in our society who lived every day willing to risk their lives to protect complete strangers.
Fortunately, there is. We call them police officers.
My dad was off duty that night. But ask any child, spouse, parent or friend of any police officer and they will tell you that police officers are never really off duty. Their job becomes a part of who they are on a very deep level. Being a police officer is unique from most other professions in that there is the expectation that they will do their job or they will die trying. Think back to 9/11. Do you remember the photos and videos showing masses of terrified people running away from the smoking towers? Did you notice in those same pictures, the police officers, firefighters and other first responders running towards the devastation and danger? As they ran up the stairwells and into the smoke, those men and women probably knew that there was a good chance they were not going to survive. Why then would they keep going? Why would they risk never seeing their families again? Why would they risk a painful and frightening death? Because they all swore an oath to serve and protect those strangers who were trapped inside.
In moments like 9/11 or the Boston Marathon bombings, we applaud the actions of these brave men and women. And then time goes on, life returns to normal and their heroics are forgotten. Then we as a society go back to our default attitudes towards police officers. Now they go back to being those mean people who pull us over and give us tickets. The glorified hall-monitors looking to ruin our fun. And why do they have to be so grumpy all the time? I mean, did they have to be so harsh when they were talking to me? Why can't they just all be officer-friendly all the time? Have you ever thought that maybe it is because they never know if the next person they encounter is going to be Susy Sunshine or a dangerous criminal out to kill them?
There is so much more to being a cop than writing tickets and being a hard ass. I have been pulled over and I have gotten tickets. But you know what? It's because I was breaking the law and the officers were doing their job. Was it an inconvenience? Absolutely. But was it my fault? Absolutely. I have also been stuck in long sobriety checkpoint lines. Another annoyance, and this time I didn't even do anything wrong! I haven't been drinking. I'm just on my way home from work. Why are all these mean cops out to ruin my day? Again, they are doing their job, protecting us from drunk drivers.
Accepting minor inconveniences like these, with the understanding that they serve the greater good, is part of what it means to be a participating member of society. We want to reap the benefits of police work only when it suits us. It is nice to know that when you want them there, all you have to do is call 911 and someone will come and help you. Your house gets broken into and they can't do their job fast enough. If the bank you are in gets robbed of course the police will show up! You see a suspicious person lurking in your neighborhood at night so you call 911 and wait safely inside while an officer goes out and investigates so that you don't have to. But heaven forbid they step into your life uninvited.
I would like to be able to say that you can't have it both ways. But unfortunately when I look around at society today I see a lot of people are doing just that. We like police officers when they are doing something that we see as directly benefiting us. But any other day of the week we roll our eyes at them in annoyance, we criticize them for just trying to do their job, and we crucify them when they do what is necessary to go home to their families at the end of their shift. Those are the people who we expect to die. I am deeply grieved to see that the default judgment on police officers is criticism and disdain. Appreciation is only given on rare and most often tragic occasions when we feel like their sacrifice has finally reached a level worthy of our acknowledgment. Shame on us as a society.
There absolutely are police officers who are in it for the power-trip. Police brutality is a real thing and should be punished harshly. However, I would strongly argue that these behaviors are the exception, not the rule. If any members of society have earned the right to be given the benefit of the doubt, until proven otherwise, I think police officers have. I am challenging you, next time you catch yourself being angry with a cop, stop and ask yourself where you are directing your anger. Is it at a specific injustice, whether perceived or real, or are you directing your anger at the very people who have sworn an oath to serve and protect you?
Police officers don't get into their line of work because they want appreciation from the general population. Police officers aren't allowed to get discounts because of their work. They aren't even supposed to accept a free cup of coffee because it could be construed as a bribe. You know what they can accept? A handshake and a thank you from one of the people they are risking their lives for every day. Can you imagine thanking the cop who just gave you a speeding ticket? Try it next time. Because whether you like it or not, see it or not, appreciate it or not, every day police officers are working hard to protect you.
It is a reality of life and this troubles us.
Many reject the notion of an Almighty God because there is so much suffering in this present world.
I’ve heard it many times, and so have you, “How can there be a loving God if there’s so much pain and suffering in the world?”
I understand the sentiment of their words, but their very words indicate there is an internal, absolute standard of good and evil; right and wrong, which, in my humble opinion, is only true if there is a good Almighty God.
This week the thought of suffering has been on my mind because I’m teaching on 1 Peter 4:12-19 this Sunday. This whole passage teaches how the follower of Christ should respond to suffering. In addition to this passage, I’ve seen plenty of suffering in my own life and I deal with the suffering of others on a regular basis as a pastor. We don’t have to look far to find a good example of suffering for suffering seems to be the very thing that keeps the news agencies in business.
There are many Christian pastors and teachers who teach a “prosperity gospel” that leads people to believe that Christians who live their lives well will be rewarded with good health, money, and healthy relationships. If these things don’t happen in their followers lives, lack of faith or sin in in the individual’s life is blamed—the teaching is never thought to be wrong or unbiblical. It breaks my heart to see the damage these teachers cause. I’m dumbfounded that they can read the New Testament and reach their conclusions. Jesus was executed. All of the apostles were executed, with exception of John (but they tried to kill him by boiling him alive, but he survived which is probably worse), the early church suffered immensely and Christians around the world are persecuted for their faith.
I believe one of the most important things for the Christian to understand is suffering. I love this section of 1 Peter because there are some very practical tips on how we should handle suffering. Let’s review some of the lessons Peter shares with us.
Don’t be surprised by suffering (1 Peter 4:12). I like things that are simple to understand. Peter’s first point is very simple. Don’t be surprised by your suffering. Suffering is normal for all people. If you’re human and living on earth, you live in a fallen world that is marked with the consequence of sin. The most visible consequence of sin seen is death, but there are many, many forms of suffering. Embedded in this verse, there is a clue of how the Christian’s view of suffering is different from others. Peter comments on suffering in this way, “which [suffering] comes upon you for your testing.” God is greater than your suffering and is using your suffering to test, try, or refine you into His image. As hot water brings out the nature of the tea bag, suffering brings out the new nature of Christ within the believer. I know that I have grown most through times of suffering. There is no reason we should be shocked or surprised by suffering—it is a part of life.
If you suffer as Christ suffered, rejoice (1 Peter 4:13-14). This one is hard to apply. Who likes suffering in the midst of it? Not me. It’s miserable. In the midst of suffering, I do everything I can to do get out from under it! The author of Hebrews speaks of being disciplined in this way, “All discipline for the moment seems not to be joyful, but sorrowful” (Hebrews 12:11). I do think I need to develop this thought more, but I hesitate saying that I need to experience more suffering for my faith to learn how to better explain Peter’s teaching here. But in my study, so far, it seems that he is saying if you suffer for following Christ’s example, you should rejoice, or have much joy that you are identified with him. I think of those mentioned in Hebrews 11:37-38 who “were stoned, they were sawn in two, they were tempted, they were put to death with the sword, they went about in sheepskins, in goatskins, being destitute, afflicted, ill-treated (men of whom the world was not worthy), wandering in the deserts and mountains and caves and holes in the ground.” There was nothing joyful about what they went through, but they experienced this because their lives were so linked to Christ’s life that the writer says the world was not worthy of these men—this identification to Christ should cause them great joy. And if we suffer for being associated with Jesus than we should rejoice over this great honor of being connected to Him.
Not all suffering is the same (1 Peter 4:15). I’m all for outreaches to those in prison. So don’t misunderstand me here, but I’m bothered by those who do prison ministry and quote Hebrews 13:3, “Remember the prisoners, as though you were in prison with them” as a proof text for their ministry. The author of Hebrews is speaking to Christians who are not in prison to remember their brothers and sisters who are in prison for their faith in Christ, not common criminals. In the present passage, I love that Peter makes a clear distinction for suffering because of righteousness from suffering that is a consequence to one’s sin and folly. Suffering because you are reaping the consequence of murdering someone, stealing, doing evil, or meddling is not the same as suffering as a Christian. We are instructed to not suffer in this way, to turn from evil and to do good as Peter mentions in 1 Peter 3:11.
If you suffer as a Christian, don’t be ashamed (1 Peter 4:16). I can’t help but to remind us that the man who is writing this is the same man whose reputation is marked by his actions of denying Jesus three times before the rooster crowed. I don’t say this to shame Peter, but in remembering this we gain greater insight into his heart. When you are teased, mocked, harassed, shunned, or worse for your faith in Christ, I think it is a normal reaction to want to shrink away in shame or embarrassment. Peter learned that leaning on Jesus and trusting in Him is the best response to suffering and we, who are persecuted for Christ’s sake, have nothing to be ashamed about.
Suffering can be God’s will for your life (1 Peter 4:17-19). The last point Peter makes, I believe, is one of the most important points relating to the Christian and suffering. I almost moved this up, but I figure Peter put it at the end so I should deal with it at the end. Here is what Peter says in 1 Peter 4:19, “Therefore, those also who suffer according to the will of God…” Let that sink in. Suffer according to the will of God. Have you ever embraced your suffering as the very will of God for your life, or are you too busy trying to get out from under the suffering because you can't comprehend your suffering could be His very will for your life? If I’m honest, I know my inclination is the later. There’s something freeing about embracing our present suffering as God’s will. Embracing our suffering as God’s will causes a couple of things. First, I believe we turn to Him for help through the trial, which He is faithful to do. Consequently, as we lean upon Him through the trial, we ultimately grow in our relationship with Him, learn more about many things—mostly God’s nature, and ultimately reflect His glory to the world around us. Our hope ultimately is not in this present life, but in the one to come a difficult reality to understand for those living in the here and now.
Pondering suffering doesn’t send me on a quest to suffer more, but it does encourage me to desire to embrace the suffering that is place upon me. I fear I’ve missed many valuable lessons focusing on evading my suffering. My prayer is that when suffering comes, I will not be surprised by it, find a way to rejoice in the midst of it (so long as its not a result of my on folly), and grow through the experience trusting that my sovereign Lord has a wonderful plan in the midst of it, even though I may have no clue what it is!
How does the phrase, “The end of all things in near!” make you want to respond?
I’m not sure how most people think, but I imagine a wave of panic, stock-piling supplies, and people generally freaking out.
Without a doubt, the Bible often speaks in these terms.
In fact, these are the first few words of the passage I’m preaching on tomorrow (1 Peter 4:7-11).
In studying passages like this, I’m always surprised at how the Bible says to respond.
In essence, believers are told to bring glory to God through your lives in light of this reality through four practical things that I think are worth sharing here.
Stay Calm and Chive On! Oops, no, I got that wrong! We are to stay calm and PRAY on. When the topic of prayer comes up, I tend to feel a little convicted. I’m not one to beat others up for their inconsistent or lazy prayer life. None of us prays as we should. But that being said, prayer is a wonderful lifeline of communication we have with God. In light of the end of all things, we should seek God in prayer with sound judgment and sober spirit. How would your life change if you began to pray a little more consistently?
Keep fervent in your love for one another. There is much to be said about this, one passage that I keep going to is 1 John 4:7-5:3 where the word “love” is mentioned about 32 times! Loving is something that God wants us to do and I’m convinced that we who have trusted in Christ are to be in community with other believers. We need to be connected in a local church body where we can actively love one another. There is really nothing that brings me great joy as a pastor than when I see, or hear about, members of Valley Baptist Church loving one another sacrificially.
I should say, without complaining, be hospitable.
When was the last time you opened up your home to someone?
You know, this doesn’t come naturally to me, but over the years I’ve worked very intentionally to be hospitable because I believe it’s something that God wants his followers to do.
A few months ago, I read a really good blog about “The Art of Hospitality
” and I highly recommend the tips found there.
There is no greater place to share the love of God with others than in your home.
Have you trusted in Christ as Savior?
Did you know that you were given a special gift to use to serve within the body of Christ?
You were according to 1 Peter 4:10!
I believe many local churches aren’t thriving to their full design because so many believers are withholding their gifts that God has given them to serve at a local church.
I can’t encourage you enough to really plug in and commit to a local church family where you can serve.
It’s good for you, it’s good for the local church, and ultimately God is glorified in a huge way when you start serving!
If you’re a part of Valley Baptist Church, go to our “Get Involved” page
and see how you can get plugged in!
Growing in maturity. The thing I love most about these four things is they are so practical in application. By stepping out in prayer, love, hospitality, and in service we grow in our walk with God. In serving Him, we find true joy and peace. My prayer is that you would step up in purpose with your walk with God!
Fall is among us in full swing!
How is your schedule looking these days?
My guess is it is full, really full.
It seems to me we shuttle our children from event to event at a ragged pace.
Why do we do this?
At what cost do we do this?
Is it really worth it?
These questions have been tinkering around my mind for some time now as I look around me and see the crazy pace of parents hauling their children from one even to another.
Please don’t take this as me judging you, or anyone for that matter; this is really just my pondering the issue of extra curricular activities as it relates to my family's relationship with God.
This summer our small group Bible study explored the book of Joshua. We came to this verse at the end of Joshua, just as summer was coming to a close, “If it is disagreeable in your sight to serve the Lord, chose for yourselves today whom you will serve: whether the gods of which your fathers served which were beyond the River, or the gods to the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord” (Josh. 24:15). This verse really struck a cord with me as it related to sports and the craziness of our schedules today. I can’t help but think that the mad dash of life leads us away from God and towards the things of this world. I really want to give God priority in our home and I fear that small pulls will lead me astray.
Growing up there was never any conflict between sports and church because I wasn’t in church. That made things easy. Now, I’m a Christian and church is important to me. It is a priority for my family and me. Yes, I am a pastor, but that’s not why I go to church—if I ever reach the place where I’m going to church because I’m a pastor, I’ve got some big problems. I love church. I’m committed to worshiping, serving, and being a part of my local church because I’m a Christian. I doubt it’s exclusive to Southern California, but with our great weather there is a great pulling of people toward all sorts of events. It seems to me there are many Christian children absent from church on Sunday regularly because of commitments to athletic teams of all sorts.
Really, I’m not being legalistic at all in this. I’m simply wrestling through questions and concerns that I have. Is it okay to ever miss church? Sure, of course there are times. Will a sports commitment take priority over my commitment to church? I’m feeling more and more convicted that I need to respond, “No.”
Maybe this post is more for research. These are questions I’ve been struggling with: Can my kids participate in sports without having to decide between the sport and going to church? What happens to kids who don’t participate on Sundays? If I encourage my child that it is okay to participate in a sport that requires them to ditch church on Sundays, am I demonstrating to them that sports are more important than church?
I’m curious how other Christian parents handle these questions. I don’t think there are easy answers, but I’m starting to think that without careful thought, it is easy to get sucked into this vortex.
Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve noticed the topic of immigration has resurfaced again through a variety of streams.
There seems to be a new sort of harshness in the voices of many.
I’m conflicted about what to think about the situation and a little troubled by some of the things I’ve read by American Christians.
I don’t want to repeat a blog I wrote about a year ago titled Misericordia Por Favor
, which is translated “Mercy Please” in English, but I can’t help but to resurface this discussion.
It strikes me as sort of funny that I’m thinking about this on July 3, the day before we celebrate the founding of our nation and as I’m preparing to teach on the letter of First Peter which carries the theme of living as aliens throughout it’s entirety. How should Christians respond to these children that our government is trying to handle? To be honest, I’m not sure that I know the answer.
I guard myself from getting political. We as Christians are called to submit to our authorities. Thankfully in the USA, that means we are encouraged to vote and voice our concerns to our representatives. I’m not sure of all the facts, but it seems something politically was said, or done, that is encouraging people to send their children hundreds, really thousands of miles, alone to enter the USA. Is it okay to respond to our leaders about this situation? Sure, I really don’t see a problem with that as a Christian.
However, as a Christian, as an American, I have concerns for how these people are being treated by my fellow countrymen. I have never been in a situation where I have wanted to flee from my homeland. I can’t even begin imagine that I would ever load up my four children and send them to another country without me. Take a moment to ponder how bad the situation would have to be for you as a parent to think sending your children away, possibly never to see them again, to another country by themselves because there was hope of a better life. I can’t ever imagine being in this place. It makes me sick to my stomach just pondering being in a position where this would be the best option for my family.
Are you aware of the quote on the Statue of Liberty? I believe it’s a good word for us to ponder as Americans. The quote reads: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” Is this still true of our nation, or is it time to remove the quote?
Today I welcome Debbie Lee, mother of Marc Lee (KIA, August 2, 2006), to share her thoughts on Memorial Day. Marc was a teammate of mine and I'm thankful for Debbie's faith through this journey. May we each pray for her and the other Gold Star Moms.
Memorial Day Remembering Their Sacrifices, by Debbie Lee
As a Mother of a hero who willingly gave his life in combat, Memorial Day has taken on an entirely different meaning. My son Marc Alan Lee was the first Navy SEAL killed in Iraq 8-2-06. Three times that day he stood up into the direct line of fire and willingly gave his life defending his teammates and our freedoms.
Marc understood that there was a price for our freedom and like so many others before him, was willing to go into battle to keep America free.
Memorial Day is set aside to remember those brave warriors who while defending us, lost their lives in combat.
We have over 600,000 men and women who have died in combat since WWI. 600,000 Gold Star families and Brothers at arms, who have buried a loved one and to whom every day is/was Memorial Day.
You can imagine the pain and frustration to the friends and families of these fallen heroes when the majority of Americans are clueless as to the real meaning of Memorial Day. Our loved ones gave their final breath so that you could enjoy all of the freedoms and blessings that you have in America. All we ask is that as a nation we come together this weekend and acknowledge, honor and remember our heroes.
I have been on a campaign for years trying to educate people about the history and meaning of Memorial Day what it is and what it is not! It is not a time to "Celebrate Memorial day", it is not "Happy Memorial Day." I am sure that ignorance plays a part in the party mentality of the 3-day weekend. We see major advertising about big "blow out" sales, advertisements to "kick off your summer", prepare for the big bar-b-ques and camping trips and parades. Many families know it marks the end of the school year and the community pools will be opening.
I was part of that ignorant group for years. I wasn't taught the real meaning of Memorial Day. Oh we visited a few graves through the years and placed flowers on the graves of family members who had died in child-birth, from sickness and different causes. Most of the time it was just a family gathering with picnics and bar-b ques enjoying all of the freedoms that we have but not reflecting on those who paid the ultimate price so we could enjoy them. I was not taught, and I am sorry for the opportunities that were missed to honor our fallen, and focus on the sacrifices made for me.
Often times people mistakenly recognize and thank all of those who have served. Veterans Day is the National Holiday when we do that. I've dedicated my life to honoring and thanking our troops 24/7 364 days of the year, but Memorial Day is for those who died in war.
Tradition used to be that businesses closed on Memorial Day and flew their flags at half staff to remember our war dead, what a switch from today, where it has turned into a major money making weekend.
After the civil war ended Maj General Logan established Decoration Day and spoke these words. : "We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance. ... Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic."
Have we as a nation forgotten the cost? Will you help me put Memorial back in Memorial Day?
Please plan your weekend to remember those heroes who gave everything for you. I'm not asking you not to have a bar-b-que, picnic or gatherings with families or to walk around with sullen faces the entire weekend. Our loved ones sacrificed so you could enjoy those freedoms, but there should be somber moments when we focus on the cost that was paid.
As you gather take advantage of that time together and take a few moments to share the story of a fallen hero, remind others what the real meaning of Memorial Day is about. Tell your children and grandchildren about these brave heroes who paid the price for them to enjoy this day, take them to a National Cemetery and place flowers on graves or stop and honor them. Attend a ceremony or memorial, watch a video or TV program about our fallen, read a story, find a Gold Star family near you and let them know you will never forget. If you know other Veterans ask them if they've lost a teammate and maybe they will tell you about them. Pray for the families of the fallen.
Technology has changed our world and it is so easy to find the History of Memorial Day, read about heroes, and reach out and honor and remember our fallen and their families. It is also a great way to remind your friends the real meaning of Memorial Day, use that tool to educate others and honor our fallen heroes who are America's National Treasures.
While we look back and remember our fallen heroes this weekend, we focus forward and live our lives worthy of the sacrifice they made for you, for me and for America, "the land of the free, because of the brave."
Debbie Lee and son,
Marc A. Lee
First Navy SEAL KIA in Iraq
Aug 2, 2006
I’m a few weeks out from celebrating my anniversary of coming to Valley Baptist Church. May 20, 2014 marks the completion of 7 years of serving Christ at this wonderful church. I’m simply in awe of what God has done during my time here. This isn’t a blog to talk about church numbers to build up my resume or self-esteem. The reality is, I know how little I’ve done and how God has been the master orchestrator behind the restart of this wonderful church.
God’s provision over the years is highlighted through my present circumstances.
In a recent blog,
”, I shared about almost losing my wife and child during the delivery.
I mentioned that there were a number of things I was processing concerning God’s faithfulness to me.
I’d like to share about His provision to us through this trial.
As my wife came out of recovery from surgery, we slowly learned how close to dying she and the baby came. From the very beginning the doctors were very firm about how long the recovery would take. Six weeks was an optimistic timeline, but they were very clear that I needed to be there for her and the family for the duration or complications from the surgery and blood loss would develop. Without hesitation, I assured her that I would take a break from everything to focus on her and the family. No preaching, no counseling, nothing but focusing on my family during this time. Okay, clearly I’m not six weeks out yet, but I’m at home with my two-year old son nipping at my heels as I type this so hopefully you get the heart of what I’m saying. Oh, and I may have slipped out under the cloak of darkness to spend some time with the K-9 Unit of EPD a few weeks ago while my mother-in-law was over...I guess this is my confession.
I haven’t preached since February 16 and I won’t return to the pulpit of Valley Baptist until the first Sunday in April. Yes, not preaching is killing me, but I’ve always said my family is my priority and I mean it. What I’m trying to say is that the reason I can do this is through God’s provision and timing. For the last 7 years I’ve worked hard. I’m not complaining at all, I love my calling, but it’s very normal for me to put in 60+ hours a week in ministry. My family loves serving the Lord and we’ve learn to balance family and ministry in a way that works for us. Between my working from home (in large part) and home schooling the kids we’ve learned to balance time with each other and the heavy workload of my calling, but this isn’t really relevant to this post.
Getting back to the point. Back in the hospital room, when I told my wife, “Everything is going to be fine. I’ll take the next six weeks off to minister to you” tears filled my eyes. Yes, I was worried about my wife, but even more so, I was thankful to God for His provision that made my ability to say this to my wife truthfully. I truly could take this time off for God had provided the help I needed in order to care for my family.
Throughout the restarting process, God has faithfully sent the right people at the right time. Too many to list so I won’t even try. A few years ago, I started to feel like I was stretching way too thin. Things were slipping through the cracks. As a pastor, “things slipping through the cracks” means people had shepherding needs, but I was failing to care for them as I feel they should be. No one was criticizing me, complaining to me, or anything like that, but my heart for the sheep was deeply burdened. I didn’t know how to solve this problem because I couldn’t give any more. I decided to press on and pray, as I had no remedy in sight.
Well, a little over a year ago God set the ball in motion to bring me help through the coming of Chaplain Ben, a Navy Chaplain who started attending Valley Baptist Church. It wasn’t long before we hit it off. We share a likeminded passion for the ministry and share the same philosophy for the church and how to care for people. This doesn’t mean we see eye-to-eye on every theological point, but we are in total agreement for how to handle and apply our differences of theological positions. It was a wonderful friendship that I would enjoy for as long as he was with us. As a former Navy man, the one thing I’ve learned about Navy buddies is they move on. This would be the case with Ben as well—or so I thought!
Word came that Ben would be getting out of the military and everything changed. Long story short, we both came to the conclusion that God was calling him to serve at Valley Baptist Church as an associate pastor! You know, if you asked me to describe the perfect associate pastor to serve with, I would have described Pastor Ben to you. I don’t say this lightly. We agree about how ministry should be done and we have complimentary gifting. He was a chaplain in the Navy and in many respects, Valley Baptist Church needed a chaplain-like pastor to help stop people’s needs from slipping through the cracks.
Now, fast forward to February 2014. Pastor Ben was essentially out of the Navy and we began planning what this partnership would look like. We spent hour’s together working through our roles and responsibilities. I believe we both felt comfortable with the new dynamic and we planned to introduce him formally on March 2 and he would preach for the next three weeks so I could focus on my family with the coming of the baby on March 7, you know, the due date. Have you heard that saying from Proverbs 16:9, “The mind of man plans his way,But the Lord directs his steps”? That was sure applicable here because my plan wasn’t inline with God’s plan at all!
Please don’t miss my sarcasm, but wouldn’t you guess that God’s plan is way better than my plan? What better way for Pastor Ben to figure out the ropes at Valley Baptist Church than to totally take me out of the equation? This was a win-win situation for church. Pastor Ben’s coming on staff completely freed me to care for my family. He is so competent and capable to serve the body, which ultimately put me at ease to shut off my phone and email (for the most part) without worrying about the church. Not having me around forced him to figure out every little detail concerning the church.
As I begin to come out of hibernation, I can’t help but to thank God for His ways. They are so much better than my own. I’m excited for the future of Valley Baptist Church and truly believe our pastor team is stronger than ever because of this personal crisis of my own. I’m more excited than ever to see how God is going to move amongst us in the years to come!
Let me close by saying “Thank you.” I’m thankful to God for His provision. I’m thankful for the people of Valley Baptist Church who recognize and support my priority of caring for my family. It means so much to me. In being free to minister to my family during their time of need, I will be able to minister at Valley Baptist Church for the long haul. Your love and support mean more than I can adequately express.
I haven’t blogged in a while. Life’s been a little crazy to say the least. God’s been working on me, but I’m not sure how to articulate things at this point. I’m sure thoughts will mature over the course of my life. First, and foremost, I thank the Lord for His continual blessings upon me. I don’t deserve them. None of us do.
Almost a month ago, my wife and I welcomed our fourth child into our family. We are thankful. However, nothing was normal concerning the arrival of this sweet boy. The above picture is of my wife and son in recovery following emergency caesarean section delivery (for the record, the term “emergency C-section” is used far too often, but in this case it truly was). I have had a number of doctors look at me after his birth and ask me, “Do you know how lucky you are that they are both alive?” I was told that I came 1-4 minutes from losing them both. This is sobering.
I’ll be processing this last month for a while, but one thing that I’ve been pondering is worship. Everything went well with our near miss. Seriously, a number of things had to go the way they did for us to have this happy ending. The word “miracle” has been used often surrounding the birth of my son. I’ve been praising God for His provision in sparing my wife and son. I mean this sincerely, as you can imagine.
Yes, I continue to praise the Lord through the positive circumstances of these scary events, but what if things went differently? I know I can’t really answer that question from a speculative position, however, this question percolates in my thoughts repeatedly. Had my wife and son both died, would I worship God just the same? Obviously, I hope that I would. Well, I doubt the same, but I hope I’d be worshiping Him respectively if that makes sense. I should love God because He loved me and saved me through Christ, not conditionally based on “good things” that happen to me in this life. My life, death, and eternity are His. He is worthy of my worship because He is my Creator. Job’s words seem particularly relevant to me now, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I shall return there.The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away.Blessed be the name of the Lord” (Job 1:21). I am thankful they were spared, but that doesn’t imply my worship of Him is contingent on things going well.
Another thought that has been circulating my thoughts is the question, “How often does God spare me each day and I don’t even notice?” God’s protection with the birth of my son was pretty spectacular. It’s easy to give Him thanks for His protection in this very clear sparing of life that was almost lost. But what about the accidents I don’t get in while driving down the freeway, or not hitting that car while backing out of my spot at Costco, or whatever that accident was that I didn’t have and didn’t even notice? I’m pretty sure that I should be thankful for all the non-eventful things I have each day.
We each have so much to be thankful for, but shamefully our focus is grumbling about petty rather insignificant things in the grand scheme of life. I’m a master at this. I might not verbalize my complaints, but they’re there loud and clear in the recesses of my heart. I’d like to say, “Not anymore!” But, I know me all too well. I will say that my desire and ambition is to work on being more thankful and appreciative for the little things in my life from deep within my heart on a daily basis.
How should Christians handle Santa Claus?
Answering this question could start a fight…which I have no intention of doing.
I’m certain that your personal background shapes how you answer this question.
Personally, I really enjoy Christmas. There are a lot of things I like about Christmas that really have little to do with Christmas Day. I love Christmas Carols. I’m not too embarrassed to admit that I look forward to rocking out to Elvis’ Blue Christmas for most of the year. I love seeing colorful Christmas lights everywhere—the more the merrier! I love decorating the Christmas tree. I love seeing the lights on the tree. Who doesn’t love seeing gifts under the tree? I love my family’s tradition of Christmas Eve dinner, the opening of one Christmas gift, going to our church’s Christmas Eve Service, and ending the night by watching Elf (yes, you read that right). I love the laughter and joy this season brings.
I share the previous paragraph with you so you know that I really do like this holiday. I’m not opposed to having fun through imagination. I’m not bunkered down teaching my kids that “Santa is just Satan spelled differently.” However, I am very careful with how we’ve handled the issue of Santa Clause with our children and with my teaching at the church.
I love the imagination and creativity that God has given us. I’m not looking for a history lesson on the origin of Santa Claus—I’ve already checked out his Wikipedia entry. I’m fine with telling stories and having fun with creativity. However, I don’t understand when parents push the line from fantasy or imagination to reality and outright deceit to their children. I know, I know, that sounds really harsh. I need to lighten up, right?
Have fun with your imagination. I’m all for imagination. I’m not suggesting that Santa can’t be a part of the Christian’s holiday plans. God gave us creativity and imagination. Use it, have fun with it. Children have a special connection to the make believe that I wish I were better at reconnecting with as an adult. I love that my kids help me tap into my inner child—my wife may not be as thrilled with this as I am. Just leave Santa here.
Protect your children’s trust. I have never lied to my kids about Santa. They have always known that he is make believe, just like the tooth fairy, and any other make believe people. I will not intentionally deceive my children for a number of reasons, but I want them to know that they can trust me no matter what. There is nothing greater than anyone’s trust, especially your children’s. Why would we jeopardize this trust by pitching something as truth when we ourselves know it’s just in fun?
Why this matters to me? I’m a Christian. Meaning, I have a personal relationship with the Creator of the universe through Jesus Christ my Lord. I didn’t come to know Christ until I was an adult and when I did, I came to understand the overwhelming historical evidence concerning His prophetic coming, His life, death, and resurrection. In hindsight, I see that during my youth, I’d begun to lump Jesus with Santa Claus, the Boogey Man, and Tooth Fairy. Jesus has nothing to do with fairy tales and I want no part in deceiving my children or confusing them about who Jesus is. This is ultimately why I take the matter of Santa so seriously in my home. We can get our pictures taken with Santa, threaten coal for gifts if they’re naughty, but let your kids know that it is all make believe.
For the skeptics out there, I encourage you to really investigate the gospel. My prayer is that this would be the greatest Christmas of your life. Jesus came and died for you so that you might find life in Him. This grace of God is indescribable and is truly the greatest gift one can receive. Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
So it’s Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. I am hanging out down by the beach with my family. It’s raining this morning and we decided that we would make a journey down the street to the Longboarder Café. It’s a newer place with surf videos on the T.V.’s and great food. I really like the atmosphere.
We were half drenched with smiles on our faces, laughing, and just enjoying one another as we sloshed our way into the cafe. We splurged and let the kids get hot chocolates and French toast. The coffee was nice and hot and the picture of my family before me warmed my soul. I was feeling particularly blessed and overflowing with thankfulness to God for my family.
Just about this time, three young Marines walked in the door. I must be getting old because these Marines looked like little kids to me. They weren’t in uniform, but Marines are easy to spot. These three seemed a more polite and a dressed a little more respectfully than your typical 18-22 year old male. As I was observing them, I suddenly had a flood of memories of being a young kid in the military being away from my home where friends and family are. These times of loneliness are hard to explain, but those who have been there, know exactly what I'm saying. I know these three guys are buddies and will be for life, but there is something about these holiday weekends that makes you yearn for home.
This morning I was reminded of the sacrifice many young men and women are making today around the world as they celebrate Thanksgiving alone. I don’t have access to all of them, but I had these three right in front of me. As they sat down, I looked towards my wife and said, “I think we should pay for their breakfast.” She agreed. As the waiter came and took our order, I told him that I would like to pay the bill for the three men across the way. He looked a little surprised and said, “Really?” I nodded and he walked away thinking that was really cool.
When we finished eating the waiter came with our tab and double-checked that we still wanted to pay their bill. He then asked if I wanted to send them a message. I said, “Just tell them we are thankful for their service.” I was trying to figure the tip when all three of the Marines walked up to our table, looked me in the eye, shook my hand, and said, “Thank you. That’s really cool. It means a lot.” I just thanked them and held back all my Navy banter.
Walking home my oldest daughter asked me why the guys came up to us. I shared with her how the Bible says it’s better to give than to receive. We talked about how these young guys were away from the family for Thanksgiving because they are protecting us. I shared with her that God had blessed us and we were thankful for their service so we bought their breakfast to express our gratitude. She thought that was really cool.
I encourage you to look for opportunities that you can express a random act of kindness. You think you are blessing the other person, but I guarantee you will walk away super blessed!
To be quite honest, I’ve always been a “the glass is half empty” kind of guy.
I don’t like this bent of mine, but because of this hard wiring I notice those thankful types of people.
I’ll never forget one man I met while going through Navy SEAL training.
We were a few days into the miserable rigors of Hellweek (a grueling test over 5 ½ days where only 4 cumulative hours of sleep are given) and he always had a smile on his face and was thankful every minute during this miserable week.
I never asked him why he was so thankful, but his joyful attitude was noticed by all and very contagious.
The older I grow, the more I appreciate Thanksgiving.
As a Christian, I believe this holiday celebrates a virtue followers of Christ are to embody—thankfulness! In First Thessalonians 5:16-18, the Apostle Paul instructs Christians to, “Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
How do these verses become reality in a person’s life?
I think perspective is everything as it relates to thankfulness.
God desires you to be joyful and to give thanks!
In thinking about this it seems that thankfulness is the antidote to discouragement and ultimately produces joy in a person’s life.
There’s an old hymn titled Count Your Blessings
The refrain instructs the hearer to, “Count your blessings, name them one by one, count your blessings, see what God hath done!” There is great power in simply naming things one is thankful for because it forces the individual to back up and take the larger picture into perspective. Whenever a wave of discouragement comes in my family, we play the “Thankful Game” with each other. What is this game? I’m glad you asked. We simply work our way through the alphabet giving thanks for something that starts with each letter. For example, I would say, “A – I am thankful for my wife Anna. B – I am thankful for the Bible. C – I am thankful for chocolate covered doughnuts at Petersons, etc, etc.” I know it sounds silly, but it never ceases to amaze me how much better we feel after intentionally giving thanks for the many ways in which God has blessed us. God has blessed us each tremendously whether we acknowledge it or not. My prayer is that we each would cultivate a spirit of thankfulness in our hearts. I’m convinced that as we express our thankfulness our joy will increase. Ultimately God is pleased with our spirit of thankfulness and others are blessed. Albert Barnes, a theologian from the 1800’s, once said, “We can always find something to be thankful for, and there may be reasons why we ought to be thankful for even those dispensations which appear dark and frowning.” Regardless of your present situation, what are your thankful for today?
This post certainly isn’t a slam on Christians who do the Halloween thing—I’m all for you dressing up, eating candy and having fun!
Personally, I’m just not really into holidays.
They sort of come and go around here—with exception of Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I hold more of the “to each their own” when it comes to celebrating holidays.
Halloween was nothing more than dressing up for some candy when I was growing up. Not much has changed since then—other than the fact that I am a Christian now. I’ve heard a lot of people claim that the celebration of Halloween has become far darker than it was 10+ years ago. I’m not sure if that is true, or if I’m simply running with Christians these days that are more sensitive than my old SEAL buddies. Maybe a little of both?
I’m preaching on Romans 14:1-12 this Sunday. This passage deals with how Christians should relate with one another concerning issues of opinion and conviction that the Bible doesn’t explicating touch on. I find that Halloween is one of these issues of opinion and conviction. I can’t tell you the origin of Halloween, nor I am interested in you telling me either. It is what you make of it.
That being said, I’ll never forget a Halloween when I was in Bible College. I had class that day and the church where the seminary is located was having a Harvest Festival—you know the Christian alternative to Halloween. I wasn’t upset that I was missing the holiday for class, but I was pretty annoyed that all the parking was taken up walking to class. When I arrived in the classroom, I was met with an uncomfortable situation. There was a middle-aged lady in the room weeping. Man, I wanted to leave the room as quick as I could, but she saw me—I was stuck.
I asked what was wrong to discover she was heartbroken that the church was doing a Harvest Festival for Halloween. Inside I thought she was making a big deal over nothing and should just grow up. Of course I didn’t say that, but I was thinking it. As the conversation unfolded, it turns out that this lady was raised a Pagan (literally) and Halloween was a day where they did a bunch of evil stuff. I was shocked to hear her tell her story. I learned the holiday was far more than pillaging candy to her as it surfaced very dark memories and the present reality for many in her family. This conversation changed my feelings on Halloween dramatically.
Fast-forward about 11 years to today. I still don’t make a big deal about this day. I’m not vocal about it…just sort of slips by without commentary on my part. I have an almost 8-year-old daughter who just hates this holiday. Where does it come from? I don’t know other than I believe she has a deeply sensitive conscience to spiritual things. Yesterday she came home from an event where the teacher said the kids could wear their costumes to class next week—which falls on Halloween.
I was sitting in my office when she approached me in anguish. She explained that she had a real problem and wasn’t sure how to handle it. The issue was that she didn’t want to get dressed up, she didn’t want to lie about why she won’t dress up, and she doesn’t want to condemn her friends. What should she do? I must pause to say that as a dad I am so proud of this little girl and her genuine walk with God. Seriously, these moments are super special for me to help her navigate life in this world. Nothing greater than being pastor-dad!
After she explained the problem, I shared with her the passage I was studying—Romans 14:1-12. I found it very relevant to the problem at hand as it gives some insight to how we as Christians should handle things like Halloween. Here are some points that I told her and I believe these apply to all Christians, regardless of your stance on Halloween.
Pray. First and foremost, I explained that she should pray and ask God for wisdom on how to handle this.
Heed your conscience. One’s conscience is a super special gift that God has given us. It’s not always right, but we shouldn’t make a habit of violating it because we can damage it. We laid out a bunch of options from going dressed up, not dressed up, not going at all, or making other plans. My main concern is that I want my daughter to recognize her conscience and to develop a plan on how to listen to it.
You answer ultimately to God. We so desperately want to fit in and be accepted by friends, but ultimately we must recognize that we cannot make others happy. So the best option is live your life in a way that you think pleases God the most. As this relates to Halloween, I can see a case for both sides. Whatever you do, it should be for God’s glory.
Be sensitive to others. You want to get dressed up? No problem, just be sensitive to others. This holiday may not be to them what it is to you. You want nothing to do with this holiday? Fine, don’t get dressed up, but be careful not to condemn others as it probably isn’t to them what it is to you.
There is some debate whether or not Augustine actually said these words, but I think they are an appropriate way to end this post, “In essentials unity, in non-essentials liberty, in all things charity.”
Those illegal aliens are driving me…
How did you answer that question? I have a rant that’s been brewing in me for a while. I really don’t know where I’m going with this blog, but I have some things that I feel need to be said from a biblical perspective. I also think this post may get me into some hot water, but that’s okay. I am a patriot of this country, but my allegiance is to Christ first and foremost.
I feel that racism is growing in my part of the United States towards Hispanics. From my perspective it seems that the majority of Hispanics are viewed as being illegal regardless of their actual status in the United States. I’m not sure that the things I hear and the attitudes felt towards Hispanics is glorifying to Christ.
I understand that this is a complex situation. Don’t let your mind run wild. I am not speaking of those trying to enter our country to do us harm. Citizen or not, we must defend and protect the innocent from evildoers. Period. The irony is the terrorists who have done us harm in recent years have all been here legally, but I digress.
Yes, I agree that laws should be obeyed and honored. We see this throughout the Bible. We have a difficult political and financial situation on our hands. I have no intention on trying to resolve these problems in this blog. I resist bringing up the history of how we obtained California or how we treated the Native Americans securing our land. I don’t have the answers, but I do believe there are two issues here: 1) How should this situation be handled politically with laws? 2) How we as individuals should treat other human beings. This, in large part, is the part that has been bugging me.
How should a Christian respond to this difficult situation? I like what our Declaration of Independence states, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” I believe this statement applies to all humans regardless of their citizenship. Quite frankly, the illegal immigrants that I have met are extremely hard working and are trying to make a better life for themselves and their families. I don’t blame them and I would do the same thing if I were in their shoes. It pains me to hear Christians speaking poorly towards these people just trying to survive.
One passage that has planted itself in my heart is Leviticus 19:33-34, “When a stranger resides with you in your land, you shall not do him wrong. The stranger who resides with you shall be to you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt; I am the LORD you God.” Interesting passage as it relates to this subject.
One complaint I hear often relates to immigrants and the medical system. First, I would encourage you to go to a community health clinic. View the conditions and care they are receiving. Hardly world class treatment and certainly not better than any American citizen would receive. I like traveling. I like experiencing other cultures. I’ve never been really hurt in another country, but I certainly hope that I would receive the care I needed because I am a human and not based on my citizenship. I hope that we as a people would care for other people in need to the best of our ability, yet sadly, in our nation people seem to care more about animals than people.
My prayer is that we who follow Christ would be a merciful people. For it was Jesus who said, “Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy” (Matt. 5:7) and “Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful” (Luke 6:36). I don’t know about you, but I’ve received a ton of mercy from God. May we come to see people as God sees them (2 Cor. 5:16-21).
My life was forever changed on June 26, 2003 when I received the call. I could barely comprehend the words I heard, “Gunnar, Tom was shot and killed in Afghanistan.” I have been dealing with the reality of these words for nine years now and believe they will be with me for the rest of my life. Tom was a great Navy SEAL, husband, father of two young boys, and friend of mine. This one death created a wake of pain and agony in the hearts of hundreds, if not thousands, of people who knew and loved Thomas E. Retzer.
This is Memorial Day. A day set aside to remember those who have died while serving in the United States Armed Forces. This holiday has become a day connected with a three day weekend, BBQ, and fireworks. I am not one to ostracize these practices as I doubt my friends who were killed in action would support me, but I encourage you to remember those who have given all in practical ways by doing something this Memorial Day and at every opportunity you are given.
This Memorial Day my family and I will go to Fort Rosecrans a National Cemetery and visit the gravestones of my many friends who gave all in their service. Solomon says, “It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, because that is the end of every man” (Ecc. 7:2). In facing death, we faced with the brevity of our lives and are force to consider the day when we also will face our Creator. I encourage you to visit a National Cemetery this Memorial Day. Walk the aisles of white gravestones, remember their sacrifice, and reflect on life.
As you walk the cemetery on Memorial Day, you will likely encounter people who served with or loved those who gave all. The Apostle Paul reminds us to “Bear one another’s burdens, and thereby fulfill the law of Christ” (Gal. 6:2). How do we bear one another’s burdens in these circumstances? There is no way to know what any given veteran has gone through, but impact of expressing gratitude to them cannot be overstated. A simple, “Thank you for your service and (or) sacrifice” goes a long way. In expressing this gratitude, you are taking a small burden from them, or at least help them carry their own load (Gal. 6:5).
Be on the alert. Be prepared to shake the hand of a service member and look them in the eye and say “Thank you for you service. I am praying for you.” This “thank you” is all the more powerful when it is coupled with you picking up their tab! Big group events are great displays of gratitude, but there is none more powerful than the individual touch. Only you can do this something!
Certain events are seared into our memories.
I will never forget sitting in my elementary classroom as the space shuttle exploded after lift off.
Or hearing the news of the towers falling on September 11, 2001.
I’m not sure how you heard about the events in Boston yesterday.
I was at my computer and saw someone post, “Praying for Boston.”
This peaked my interest enough to Google “Boston.”
All the top hits revealed the Boston Marathon was in progress.
Well maybe not as I am friends with a bunch of athletes and just assumed that they were praying for friends running.
Then I saw “explosions rocks finish line” and my heart sank. Of course I was sickened as I felt like the war against terrorism had come to our shore; again. I know, its entirely too early to speculate who is responsible for this attack, but warrior spirit rose up within me wanting to defend and protect. We have to wait for the evidence to come in before we can identify who is responsible for this horrible act.
It’s far too early to start answering the many questions that surface from such a horrible attack, but I feel its appropriate to share how I have processed some of my questions.
Evil exists in the heart of humanity. I am limited in covering this subject in full, but in short, the Bible makes it clear that humanity is sinful. I am preaching through Romans right now and phrases like “There is none righteous, not even one”, “There is none who does good”, “Their feet are swift to shed blood”, “Destruction and misery are in their path” fill the first three chapters of this powerful book. The apostle Paul makes it clear that “all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God” (Rom. 3:23). As individuals, we are warned of the wrath of God and are encouraged to turn to Christ for life and security.
This may seem obvious, but we must recognize and understand that evil exists in our world when events like this occur. Our culture seems to have difficulty admitting that evil does exist for one reason or another.
The role of government as revealed in Scripture. Our government does a lot for us. In fact, almost all political debates revolve around how much, or little, should the government do for the citizens. As I have scoured the Scriptures, I see one, quite possibly the only, command given towards authorities like our government. This command is presented clearly in Romans 13:4, “It is a minister of God, an avenger who brings wrath on the one who practices evil.” This short sentence concisely identifies the problem and how it is to be dealt with. Evil is the problem and the government has a responsibility to inflict the wrath of God on the one who does evil. Bringing about justice to the individual, or individuals, behind this act of terrorism should be the top priority of our government.
How are we to respond to such events? I’m not sure if this is the proper order, but this is the order of responses that come to my mind.
My first thought is thankfulness for the work God has done in my own heart through Christ. I recognize my capacity for anger, rage, and evil. I can’t help but to think, “But by the grace go I.” I totally believe it’s okay to have a little righteous anger, but in that I realize if it wasn’t for the grace of God restraining me I could have been responsible for some evil act.
Second, I am so thankful for my life and family. I thank God that my family is safe. How many accidents has He protected me from that I was unaware? I’m reminded of the shortness of life. I need to appreciate each moment as a gift. I think this is what Solomon meant when he wrote, “It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting” (Ecc. 7:2).
Third, my heart and prayers go to the victims of this which are many—from those killed, the injured, their families, and the first responders both volunteers and professionals who first responded to the victims and to the scene of the crime.
Fourth, I pray for our leaders in charge of us as Paul commands (1 Tim. 2:1-2). I pray that they would have wisdom, discernment, and courage as they stand against evil. They have many difficult decisions to make as they protect those they have been entrusted to protect.
Fifth, I pray for those that “bear the sword” (Rom. 13:4). There are men and women who have been tasked to bring about justice. I am thankful for the sheep dogs who are willing to place their personal safety second to the safety of the general population. The weight of this responsibility on them and their families is hard to describe. I am thankful for them and pray for them as they carry out this great responsibility.
Finally, I cry out “maranatha” which Paul writes in 1 Corinthian 16:22 and means “Our Lord, come!” Ultimately He is the one who will restore order in this world. I realize that He is our only hope. We need His help and should cry out to Him.
I am up very early on a Sunday morning. It was raining yesterday afternoon and evening. We lit a fire and lounged during the late afternoon. I was in bed really early and consequently I am up really early! I love being up early on Sunday mornings because it gives me time to think, pray, and to get my heart ready for preaching.
Today we are studying Psalm 5 as we are in between books. Next week we begin Roman--a major study for 2013. I am very much looking forward to studying this book that Chuck Swindoll appropriately refers to as "The Christian Constitution." But today, I have Psalm 5 before me and I feel led to mix things up at church today. I'm looking forward to having a time of prayer and a time of thanksgiving in the middle of the message. I'm also preaching first leading us into a time of taking the Lord's Supper and an extended time of worship.
Psalm 5:1-3 says this, "Give ear to my words, O Lord, consider my groaning. Heed the sound of my cry for help, my King and my God, for to You I pray. In the morning, O Lord, You will hear my voice; in the morning I will order myprayer to You and eagerly watch." I am blessed as I consider some things about David's example of prayer that I would like to share.Directly to God. I love the direct access we see here. There is no need to pray to a "saint" or any other mediator. We have direct access to the Father through Christ. God hears our prayers and knows are hearts. There is no need to sugar coat your words. We can and should go to Him directly and boldly!Personal relationship with God. Did you notice how many times "my" was used in these three verses? A ton! Well, more like 7 times, but you get the point. David cries that God is his God and King! Do you have this relationship with God? Good times, bad times, God is our personal God and He desires this relationship with Him! We must guard ourselves from turning God into a lucky rabbit's foot and distorting our relationship into a religion, or maybe you need to ditch religion and gain a relationship?Consistency in prayer. I love the consistency of David's prayers. He tells God He will hear from David every morning! I'm not one to make rules concerning devotions, but there seems to be a pattern in the Scriptures to start the day with prayer. I don't know about you, but my days always go better when I start it with prayer. Praying with expectancy. We pray and forget. I always been bad at keeping a prayer journal, but I always encourage people to keep one. I enjoy going back and reviewing the prayers I have prayed long after the fact. I am always encouraged reading them thinking to myself, "Wow, the Lord came through on that one!" Let us not pray and move on, but let us be like David and wait expectantly after we pray trusting that God will respond!
The events in Connecticut were simply tragic. I have not had time to sit down and write out my thoughts about the events, but I received the following email from Ken Yoder a dear man at Valley Baptist Church. The following is an email that he sent to his children after hearing the news. He has given me permission to share it here:
This morning Mom and I were in the "Man Cave" going about our usual routine, Mom painting, I was building a new jig for my saw. We have a habit of listening to Rush on the radio. Rush was interrupted by the news of the incomprehensible tragedy that took place in Connecticut, it certainly affected us greatly. I could not help but realize that "But by the grace of GOD there go us." How is this kind of evil even possible? Obviously there are no answers to rationally explain how an individual could do something like this. But I would like to share some thoughts on this event.
There are two things that come to my mind when I hear of such a despicable thing as this happening.
1. One of the first things that I know from Scripture is something that Jesus told us in John 10:10 that explains the two forces in this world. Let me quote that here: "The thief [referring Satan] comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." You see, depending who an individual desires to follow, that loyalty will determine how their life's actions will take them. Satan does desire to steal, kill, and destroy any good, and unfortunately there are people who allow that evil to take hold of their lives. Does it seem like there is more and more of this happening? Yes, and the reason is that Satan and his demons are winning the battle in the United States. Without God, the nation will perish; and we are seeing the results of this every day. Another thing that Jesus said is in John 3:19-20: "This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed."
2. The second thing that I also know from Scripture with regard to the taking of these innocent lives is that little children are precious to Jesus. Matthew 19:14 says, "Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.’" Scripture also tells us in 2 Samuel 12 that when David's baby was sick, he prayed for the baby to live, but when the baby died, he said in verse 23 that while he can't bring the baby back to life on this earth, he would go to him . . . meaning that the Lord receives those who are too young to make an informed decision. What a joy that our loving Lord takes these children to be with Him forever.
What can we do? We can pray for those families that lost their child; God can and does work, and He is God. Pray for their comfort, and also that many will come to Him during this time of great sadness.
Trusting and Honoring GOD!!! (Numbers 20:12 NIV)
Your earthly farther;
Do you like the game Tetris? I haven't played it in a long time. I'm not sure how my skills compare to other people, but I definitely have a strategy of placing my blocks. I like symmetry so I try and keep the the top as level as possible. The ideal situation is to have four rows completely leveled out with exception of the far right column that is fully open, just waiting for that long bar to slide in delivering massive points! This game goes well for me as long as I have vision for what's coming. If I can predetermine where I am going to place a particular piece, I can get it placed and stay ahead of things. The problem is when things speed up and I cannot keep things neat and orderly in my landing area. Everything eventually unravels and finally that last piece drops with no place to fall and the game seizes up.
I think life is a lot like the game Tetris. We each have 24 hours coming our way each day. There are times when I'm able to manage the responsibilities that fall my way and other times when things are falling so fast that I just don't know how I'm going to get them done. One of my favorite Bible verses is Ephesians 5:15-16, "Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise,making the most of your time, because the days are evil." We live in a world that is so busy. There is so much going on all of the time. I am so prone to saying, "yes" to people that I often myself running thin. In order to avoid my life becoming like the last 20 seconds of Tetris, I've discovered some practical things that really help...when applied!Setting goals. I like setting goals from being a child of God, husband, dad, pastor, chaplain, friend, etc, etc. What are my responsibilities within the various aspects in my life? I don't know that I write these out, but I probably should. Once I examine my responsibilities I set goals for what I would like to achieve as it relates to the particular category. I do better if I can see what's coming down the chute so I can figure out how to place it.
Prioritizing responsibilities. Once I have responsibilities set out, planning starts to fall into place. With my great mental/written list laid out, I begin to prioritize my responsibilities. Some repeat daily, like time with God and family, others are weekly, or one time events. As I begin to lay them out on a calendar, I often discover a problem--namely too much to do and not enough time to get it all done.
Pruning responsibilities. I really don't like saying "No" to people, but I've learned that I have to in order to stay sane and to actually accomplish the things that God has called me to. In the last year, I've had to make hard decisions to resign from boards and other things I really enjoy in order to focus on things I have been called to do.
Using an online calendar. I never used a calendar in the military, I was just always there. As a civilian, I have a ton of freedom to meet with people, study, and to handle small fires. I wasn't a civilian very long before I started double booking and forgetting appointments that slipped through the cracks in my brain, or sat on a paper calendar back at my home or office. I've been way more productive since the advent of a smart phone where I can track and adjust multiple calendars all the time from my phone wherever I am.
I imagine Tetris blocks falling from the sky as I hear the lyrics of this old song, "
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future..." Time passes us all by at the same rate--one hour at a time. I know we each have been allotted different amounts of total time as it slips by us, but I want to make the most of the time I am given in this life. What have you done to best manage your time?
**I wrote this post for Cross Connection Network and am posting it here because of the popularity of it on that site. Maybe, some readers here will appreciate the article.**
In my spiritual journey God has used a number of things to shape me. I think I accepted Christ at a Tuesday night Bible study that was at a Vineyard church. From there I started attending Horizon, then to The Rock when Miles McPherson launched it, then to a little Mexican church in National City, then to help with an Evangelical Free Church, then I planted a church with my father-in-law that became Southern Baptist, to my current church which is Southern Baptist...this flyover covers about 17 years of my church life. During the early years, 1996-2001, I traveled extensively as a Navy SEAL and would often find myself in different places on Sundays...I would always land at a Calvary Chapel because they were fairly consistent with their franchised product. I know you guys are not a denomination, but nobody on the outside buys your claims. :)
As I was growing in the Lord and starting to sense God's call, I wasn't sure what the next step was or how I was to pursue this vague feeling inside. I remember many of the pastors in Calvary Chapel bashing, or subtly making jabs against seminaries by referring to them as cemeteries. I sort of found this funny because from the outside looking in it appeared as though many of the pastors didn't have college degrees let alone any time at seminary. Where was this attack coming from? Why would they be critical of something they never actually participated in or completed? Maybe it was a chip on their shoulder? Maybe. Maybe there was some truth in what they said? Possibly. I know that I may be treading on dangerous ground as the majority of the writers of this blog are Calvary Chapel guys. I am the outsider, the black sheep of the group proudly waving my Southern Baptist colors...which feels weird as I don't really feel connected deeply to this group, but I digress.
As God led me away from Calvary Chapel circles, I was exposed to a variety of very godly pastors who all had graduated from seminary. Different seminaries all conservative, but with different flavors. It was during this time that God's call became very strong and my desire to study the Bible at a deeper level continued to grow, but I didn't know how I could satisfy this as I was preparing to deploy to the Middle East. Thankfully, I was informed of Moody Bible Institute's
distance learning program. I immediately enrolled in a number of courses like "Old Testament Survey", "New Testament Survey", "Elements of Bible Study", and "Advanced Bible Study Methods." Oh, my soul was getting nourished in ways that I couldn't have imagined. I ended up completing a year's worth of coursework through Moody's program. This whole experience opened up the door for me to complete my Bachelor's in Biblical Studies and Master's of Divinity degree through Southern California Seminary
. From there, I would go on and work on my Doctor of Ministry degree through Midwestern Baptist Theological Seminary
, but I withdrew from the program when I was "All but dissertation" because I felt like it was interfering with the present ministry I was called to.
I had a wonderful experience through Bible College and Seminary. I would not be able to handle the Word of God as accurately as I do now without my training there. I understand that not every seminary is created the same, but that doesn't mean that all are bad and ineffective in training people. Here are a few reasons why I support and encourage men called to the ministry to go to seminary:You will grow and mature through the process.
Seminary is challenging. Juggling life with coursework is challenging in of itself, but a good seminary is going to forged you to be handle the ministry--whether you are preparing to enter or are already doing the work. To hunker down and to do the work will shape you in your walk with God. This difficult season in my life definitely prepared me for the rigors that pastoral ministry would bring.You will be equipped in handling the Word of God.
I often am asked, "Did seminary really help you?" I laugh and respond with something like, "If I wasn't in seminary, I would not have been digging, researching, and writing about topics that forced me deep within the Word on a daily basis." Seminary will sharpen and expand you knowledge and application of the Word of God. There is no way around this, you cannot experience this demand on your own. I have often heard, "Seminary is like trying to take a sip of water from a fire hydrant." This is so true!You will be exposed to others schools of thought.
I can already hear some Calvary guys jumping on this point saying, "Ahh, you will be brainwashed and wander into bad doctrine! Beware!" An assumption of mine is that we are talking about a conservative, Bible believing and proclaiming seminary--which there are many. Within this context you will rub shoulders and discuss biblical things from different vantage points. This is iron sharpening iron in its truest sense. For example, when I wrote my thesis on "The Christian and Combat" we brought in a pacifist, who deeply loves the Lord, to challenge my position. I am better because of this experience of being exposed to other views within Bible believing Christianity.You will develop deep friendships and broaden your network.
Outside of the coursework, I developed deep friendships with others in the ministry from a variety of denominations or non-denominations respectfully. These friendships have been very meaningful and helpful to me in my service in the ministry at large. I am thankful for these men that I can go to for support and outside consultation by men who are outside of my circle.Concluding thoughts.
First, if you are debating going to seminary choose well. The price is the least important factor. Seek out graduates and examine the doctrinal position of the school. If you don't feel comfortable with this, ask someone who can guide you and give you wisdom for not all seminaries are created equal. Second, if you haven't been, or graduated from seminary, I would ask you to refrain from the bashing of them through subtle comments like letting "cemetery" slip out of your mouth when "seminary" was the intended word. It makes one look like they have a chip on their shoulder for lacking something. Of course one doesn't need seminary to go to the ministry...we simply need to meet the requirements of 1 Timothy 3:1-7. Finally, whatever your background, I encourage you to read, grow, and study intently as you lead the body of Christ.
A few weeks ago I began a new missionary book with my daughter Grace called Amy Carmichael: Rescuer of Precious Gems
. As we have been working through this book, I have been struck with thankfulness for the fruit I have seen in our lives from reading together. Before my first child was born, I purposed in my heart to be their spiritual leader and to help them in their walk with the Lord. Reading to them has been a great tool and I hope to encourage you as you seek to raise your children in the Lord.Choose what you read wisely.
I don't just read anything to my children, but I carefully select what goes into their little minds and hearts. We have multiple children's Bibles that I have read through to them. As Grace got older, we detoured and started to read missionary books like this one about Amy Carmichael. My aim in reading is to help us learn about God either through His Word, or through his hand in people's lives. Christian biographies are a great way to discover how faith is lived out.A great way for you to grow!
I don't know about you, but I wasn't raised in a Christian home. I lacked a foundation of the Bible, nor did I have any clue about missionaries! Reading through a children's Bible is a great way for you to develop an understanding of the overarching theme of the Bible. You'll read all of the major stories and as you do this over and over again things will begin to come together in your mind. Also, there are many great missionary books that are geared for children. This is a great way to learn about some of these great people in Christian history. As you read these easier books, you will probably discover someone that you want to learn more about. Your children will grow spiritually and so will you!
You'll grow closer to your children.
I've heard it said that "quality time is found with quantity of time." I agree with this totally, but I hope to provide quantity time with the Lord in hopes that my children will have memories of their "God ah-ha" moments with me there. There is something intimate about reading the Bible and Christian biographies because they touch on deep subjects and we often find ourselves ending with prayer, or discussion about some significant spiritual truth. I love that the kids are always calling for me around bedtime wanting to snuggle and to read. I am confident I know my children and they know me better because of our time reading together.Make if a priority!
There is nothing easy about the command found in Proverbs 22:6 to, "Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it." It takes consistency and commitment from you. There are many times when I simply don't feel like reading to them. I'm busy and there is always something trying to distract me from them. Now my second child is at the age where she enjoys being read to, but they are not as the same level so it requires two sessions on my part which requires even more time of mine. The bottom line is I have made a commitment to train up my children in the way they should go so I carve out time for them even if I have to neglect other areas in my life. I certainly don't want the song, "Cats in the Cradle
" becoming a reality with me and my children.Final Thoughts.
I guarantee your children will love you reading to them. In doing so you will give your children great memories with you, you will help them learn about God, and you will grow! We only have a children for a short while, make the most of this time you have with them.Some recommended books:The Trailblazer SeriesChristian Heroes: Then and Now
A few months ago the book No Easy Day: The Firsthand Account of the Mission that Killed Osama Bin Laden
hit the press. As this book neared its release date on September 11, 2012 much drama began to circulate. Threats of a lawsuit from the Pentagon began to surface and the media was all over it. It seems I read about this book daily in the local paper until the tragic events of Benghazi when the news of this book seemed to fade away. Within the community people seemed divided over how to respond to this book--and all before it was released! I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Was it all hype and just a marketing scheme? Or was this a legit book? Many people began asking my opinion and I figured I should read the book and throw my two cents in the ring. I just finished the book today and my goal is to throw out some quick rough thoughts rather than produce an exhaustive book report.This book is for mature audiences.
I realize I have a varied demographic of people who read this blog. This book is a first hand account of a Navy SEAL. There is some colorful language and some questionable humor. Read with caution. But what would one suspect from this sort of book? In the field of like books, I would say that this one is on the cleaner side.
Start reading at the back of the book.
In my edition, on page 301, immediately after the epilogue, there are nine pages of men who have fallen since 9/11 either in combat, or in training. Read the names. Each one slowly. Let them sink in. These are men who gave all. Many of whom were dear friends of mine. As I finished this book today, I received word that a Navy SEAL was killed in Afghanistan this weekend. The war is not over. Peace is not here. We long for the Lord to return for peace, but until then, we are reminded that men and women are serving around the world and in our backyard keeping us safe. The farther away I move from my old life as a SEAL the greater my appreciation is for those who are serving us in this very special capacity. If you are on active duty, or are a law enforcement officer, I thank you for your service from the depths of my heart.A lawsuit from the Pentagon, really?
I am shocked that there were threats of a lawsuit from the Pentagon. I found no tactical leaks in this book. There is nothing new, other than it is a first person account, in this book concerning the operation that killed Bin Laden. Toward the end of the book, the author expresses his disbelief of the leaks that came from the White House following this very classified operation. He wasn't back for 24 hours from the op before he started seeing images and official reports about the operation being broadcast on every network. I'm not sure why the threats came from the Pentagon, clearly this is a tier-one operator that knows what he is allowed, or not allowed, to share with the public. A humble perspective.
I love the humility of the author. This book is a super easy read. I loved being taken back to my time in the teams. I believe the author of this book painted a real picture of the SEAL community and the great sacrifices that are made day in and day out. I loved his attitude that it wasn't about him, but was about acknowledging the hard work and sacrifice made by many people over the years to make this operation happen. I believe he rightly gives credit where credit is due. I wish the politicians would follow his lead. I highly recommend the book.
The bottom line is I do recommend this book. It is not written by a hotshot, but by a humble American hero that was at the right place at the right time and happened to partake in a significant event historically. His heart is to share an eyewitness account that is free of political spin or implications. If you read this book, I believe you walk away with a deeper sense of gratitude for the the men and women involved with operation, and for the men and women who are currently serving our country today.