Back to Ground Zero

Papa has been talking to me about getting back to the the basics of my early faith. A time when God was so real and fresh and I knew He was there.

I'm not living with any doubts. My relationship with Him is so much more than in the early days. Yet, sometimes I'm too familiar with my relationship. I let the rhythm of His grace sing me to sleep.

It's good to be in awe all over again - not like a new child, but as a favored one.

Thanks Papa. Your grace still amazes me!

Remembering what I forget

Today marks an amazing anniversary for my country - and my family. We were landing in Frankfurt, Germany right about the time the first plane struck the WTC towers. As it would turn out, we would be one of the last international flights allowed out of the U.S. and one week later we would land at O'Hare airport in Chicago to a virtually empty concourse (and we would represent one of the first flights allowed back into the country).

My memories of 9/11 are far more personal than they are national. I never viewed endless footage or listened to the talking heads. Our first newspaper was 36 hours after our landing and it was in the German language.

We focused on whether we would ever be able to get back home to our other two daughters. We agonized over leaving Reese in Germany (to attend her school - which was why we had traveled to Germany).

Of course, God worked in miraculous ways:

• A friendly German culture who grieved with us - unlike two years later when we would return to pick Reese up and the anti-American sentiment was in full bloom.
• A caring intelligent school for Reese to learn and grow.
• The miraculous experience of being moved to the front of an unbelievably long line of Americans at the airport, because we were flying out on our scheduled day and time and everyone else was facing cancelled flights or wanting to fly home earlier.
• A ticket agent who bent the rules and moved us off a cancelled flight to Paris (our connector) and put us on a direct flight into Chicago.
• A brave United Airlines crew that individually volunteered to be one of the first crews to fly back into the U.S.
• The final destination of Omaha, one of very few flights from Chicago that was not cancelled that day.
• The joy in coming home - and finding a new respect and love for my country and a deeper gratitude to the kind attention of God

Today, I'm remembering what I forgot. Papa cares - no matter what happens. Sometimes in the midst of overwhelming sorrow and tragedy, He listens to the prayers of a frightened family in Germany and Minnesota.

What an amazing thing!

Change the Filter

I just watched a repairman change a very dirty filter in our office air conditioner. Our office calendar reminds us each month that it's time to change the filters. We all understand that in order for that equipment to run at its best, the filter should be clear and clean. Meanwhile, it wasn't changed. It became clogged. The air conditioner stopped working. Knowing the truth about filters and believing it just wasn't enough.

I wonder how many times, I'm operating with clogged filters -especially when listening to someone else. There are times when I see someone else listening with a filter. Instead of hearing the words, they're interpreting the meaning - even before the person is done speaking.

Why can that be so easy to spot and yet my own filters are just as easily ignored? AND if there a filters that I use with people, are there filters I use when seeking the Lord's voice?

Honestly, it's probably not often ... but once is too much. Maybe that's why Jesus made such an odd statement, often. "He who has ears, let him hear."

Papa, thank you for Your filter-free hearing. Give me ears to hear.

Open Heart, Empty Hands

I was stuck today by a quote from St. Augustine.

"Come to God with your petitions, but come to God with empty hands."

It made me wonder, how many times I come to God with expectations that are not part of His plan for me. I remember the story in John 9 where a man born blind was healed and the very religious people of that day could not recognize the miracle. It wasn't what they were exprecting.

How many miracles and messages from God do I miss because I'm looking for MY results - and not waiting on Him?

How many times do I judge what He is saying by what I can see (or think I need to see)?

How many times do I pray for what I want - and not listen for what He wants?

I need to be careful to remember that faith "is the evidence of things not seen."

A Day in the Life

It's 3pm and my day is already over!

Not really! We still will entertain 15 people tonight (and I AM looking forward to it).

Each day this week has been made up of several unique/strange/demanding events. I can't be specific but it's been amazing to leave one intense situation and proceed to the next one. Today, by lunchtime, there had been five of them. Fortunately, after lunch, it was easy... unless your name is Jake and you were getting many stitches.... or your name is Dave and you had to keep thinking of bad jokes to help keep the focus off of the obvious pain.

This week reminds me of my incredible God (Papa). He could do anything by Himself - and the results would be perfect. But he uses me - even with all my foibles. This allows me to be a part of His working - and THAT is an incredible joy!

Sooo, thank you God ... and I gotta run ... there's a computer issue in the staff office.

I've been home from my sabbatical for a few weeks. In some ways, it seems like it never happened. Coming back feels like walking back into the vortex of ministry and life. In other ways, every day has a difference because of my time alone with Papa. There are moments where the Lord's presence is so real - in the midst of the everyday - that it seems to make the everyday, unique.

I'm also being blessed with stories from people who are hearing from the Lord and allowing Him to work in their lives.

Ministry feels more like a spectator sport. I watch what God is doing, get involved when it's possible. Mostly it's just cool to see Jesus, the Minister, in action. The trick, for me, will be to remember this when the demands are .... so demanding.

The sabbatical continues - just in small doses.

Why Golf is soooo Important

I finally found a reason to justify golf! Golf is like … Christianity. I’m serious! This time away, God has been showing me so much about basic disciplines and important “first steps” every morning. When I do this, my day seems to have better balance. No, I don’t think God is extra loving or gracious on those days. He is ALWAYS loving and gracious. These disciplines keep ME focused on what REALLY matters.

The other day, after learning some good new techniques on my golf swing, I played 9 holes. (Connie also played her first round and did very good).

For the first several holes, my game was better than ever. Then, I began to fall apart. I stopped doing what I knew was important – and the results were immediate.

That is so true of my daily time with Papa. He is always there for me and always ready to show Himself to me. But, it is still my decision as to whether time is taken to seek Him, wait on Him, be with Him.

So, life is like golf! OK, maybe not. But it’s a good reminder that while God never changes, I need to be continually changing and seeking and submitting and waiting and enjoying Him ….