Archive - June, 2007

fear one

I read from Isaiah chapter 8 a few days ago. Verses 11-14 reads (NLV) The LORD has said to me in the strongest terms: “Do not think like everyone else does. Do not be afraid that some plan conceived behind closed doors will be the end of you. Do not fear anything except the LORD Almighty. He alone is the Holy One. If you fear him, you need fear nothing else. He will keep you safe.”

“Don’t think like everybody else.” That’s tough to do. I’m inundated by a culture that tells me the exact opposite. I’m constantly fed a series of beliefs to adhere to and standards (or lack thereof) that I should follow. The Israelites were threatened with enemies on every side. They had a lot to be fearful of (especially since they weren’t really living up to the standards God had given them to follow). Isaiah essentially says, “Don’t worry about the schemes of man. Just fear God. He’s in charge and He’ll take care of things.”

That’s pretty comforting, and when you get down to it, it’s fairly simple. I tend to make things complex by over analyzing and questioning the situations I face.

I end up fearing many.

The problem with fearing many is that everything ends up owning you. To avoid conflict, pain, rejection, or discomfort, you end up serving those fears. Ultimately you are left spent and worn out.

Instead, we are told to fear One.

Fearing one can still be a problem for us, depending on who or what that one is.

Fearing One, however, leads to hope and confidence because He is the Holy One.

“If you fear him, you need fear nothing else. He will keep you safe.”

great america


Today I went to Great America.

Today I got up early.

Today I stood in line.

Today those lines weren’t long.

Today I saw lots of people.

Today it was hot.

Today those people were sweaty.

Today those people were smelly.

Today I was sweaty and smelly.

Today we got stuck in traffic.

Today our bus hit a bird.

Today all the students were picked up within 10 minutes of our return.

Today I stayed up late.

Today I missed my family and that made me sad.

Today I spent time with students, and because of that…

Today was a good day.

7


Today marks seven years of marriage to the most wonderful woman in the world. I’m so appreciative of my wife. I don’t know how she does it, but she manages to balance being a wife, mother and youth worker with having a job, keeping a house and maintaining a social life. Thank you Bethany for being supportive and for putting up with me the last seven years. I love you.

As for the rest of you reading this, sorry for the “gushy” post, but I can’t help myself.

kids camp

I’m back from camp and I must say, I now know why I’m a Youth Pastor. I can’t really complain because my room of boys was pretty good, and I only had six instead of the usual nine. Either way, I answered the same questions hundreds, if not thousands of times. It’s amazing to me how the kids in my room would ask me about the schedule over and over again (what’s next?, what time will it end?, when will we go to the pool?) and then when service goes ONE minute over, they suddenly remember, “Hey we’re supposed to go to the Activities Center now!”

So here are some things I’ve learned.

- In addition to air and water, kids survive on asking questions.
- A group of boys can entertain themselves with a rubber frog for hours.
- 3rd-6th graders shouldn’t be allowed to pour their own juice at mealtimes.
- Pop machines emit a pheromone that will draw unsuspecting boys to it and “steal” their money. Over and over again.
- The phrases, “Take a shower” and “Brush your teeth” are met with blank stares.
- Boys don’t/won’t/can’t respond to the question, “Who’s underwear is on the floor?”

Time with the boys

Life has been crazy hectic the past several days. It’s not going to get much easier with camps coming up.

Anyway, I had a great time with the boys today. We played in the yard and I pushed them on their swings. Here’s a couple of pictures of Parker. (You can see the rest by clicking on “my pics” to the right.)

And here’s a video from when Uncle Mike came to visit.

What can I say? My son is strange.

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