Big Week For Baby A


So last week our foster daughter and Sarabeth went to Florida to visit her family. According to Sarabeth, our little girl did wonderful on the airplane, so if you’re stuck on a plane with a crying baby and an overwhelmed mother, you can bet it’s not my wife or daughter.

Well, Baby A did two things this week which I’m thankful she didn’t do in Florida while I was at home here in Kentucky.

Two days ago, Sarabeth was holding Baby A and the dachshunds began licking her feet and Baby A just laughed, and laughed. Part of me thinks she began laughing so hard because she figured out that she could laugh! Probably one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard.

And this morning, just moments ago, Baby A rolled over. First onto her belly then onto her back.

Needless to say, Sarabeth and I are very proud. In fact, after I write this post, I’m going to probably start drafting up her college resume.

Baby A, proficient at giggling and rolling over. My aspirations include being an attentive audience member at local comedy clubs and teaching fire drills (“stop, drop, and rooollllll”).

On the grand scheme of things, I’m sure these aren’t really big happenings. I’m sure back in colonial times it was like, “Look Pa, Junior just took his first step.”

“‘Bout dog-gone time. Hand him that there pile of wood and he can take it out back and chop it for the fire.”

But then, is it such a big deal when we do the things we do? Like, get a job, or pass an important exam, or earn one of those Fortune 500 Company jackets? To us, those are pretty significant deals.

But I wonder what God thinks. After all, have you ever created an entire cosmos? Have you ever begotten a living creature (or made one out of the dust)? Have you ever walked on water unassisted, or calmed a storm, or healed a blind man with mud?

Yet, God is pleased with us. Just like Sarabeth and I are pleased with our daughter for the littlest of things (but mostly for going to sleep!) – things that we’ve been doing ourselves for 30-plus years. Things that human beings all over the globe, all across the span of time have been mastering since the Garden.

All of Heaven rejoices when we enter into adoption by God as His child. A great cloud of witnesses hangs over the mist to marvel at our spiritual accomplishments and cheer us on to further endeavors, challenges those ghosts have likely bested while they were like us.

So, yeah. I’m pretty proud of my little girl. But then again, I’d be just as proud if she never rolled over.

The Ultimate Man’s Man

I don’t know where they originated from or who had the idea to start them, but I love those Chuck Norris jokes. Here’s a few of my favorites for your enjoyment:chuck 1

Chuck Norris threw a grenade and killed 50 people, then it exploded.

When Chuck Norris crosses the steet the cars have to look both ways.

Chuck Norris has a diary. It’s called the Guinness Book of World Records.

When Chuck Norris was born he drove his mom home from the hospital.

Chuck Norris was once on Celebrity Wheel of Fortune and was the first to spin. The next 29 minutes of the show consisted of everyone standing around awkwardly, waiting for the wheel to stop.

We all have a different idea of what the ultimate man’s man is like, or should be like. Some equate it with Chuck Norris, and some link modern manhood to Homer Simpson, doing away with the Spartacus persona altogether.

Leadership, fatherhood and husbandry ought to be as simple and straightforward  as it’s laid out in the second part of the creation account in Genesis 2. This is the world God intended history to build itself upon. A world where God is worshiped as Lord over all, and His children exercise sinless dominion over the earth and submit to the prospective roles God has given them as men and women, husbands and wives.

I’ve heard it said that Adam and Eve were more prone to sin because they didn’t have life lessons to learn from. What is left out of that assumption is that Adam had direct and intimate communication with the Father of heavenly lights. One has to assume that a conversation with the Lord, without the existence of sin, had to result in the deepest form of spiritual, physical, and emotional satisfaction that could possibly be attained. True, Adam didn’t have support groups to meet with once a week, but he took nightly and daily strolls with the keeper of all wisdom and truth. The Word (whether in flesh or in spirit) picked berries with Adam and lead him beside streams of flowing water, and no doubt taught him about life and all that the earth had to offer him. No careful reader of the Genesis account can come to the conclusion that Adam’s sin (and Eve’s for that matter) was committed as a result of pure naivety. Even in the brief second chapter of Genesis, Moses makes very clear to us that God lays the example of true manhood for Adam in plain sight. As is stated in A Guide to Biblical Manhood by Randy Stinson and Dan Dumas, manhood is summarized as such: Leadership, provision, protection.

The Lord, in His infinite wisdom and knowledge of what His beloved creatures needed most, lead Adam to the garden (v. 15a), employed him there (v.15b), thus providing for his basic needs, and protected him from death by instructing him not to eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil (v.17). These are just a few examples among many where God lead by example.

But God knew that even in his sinless state, Adam wasn’t able to follow perfectly in His steps, so He created a helper, Eve, suitable to propel him to exhaust his leadership over the garden. This is why we are to heed the advise of our wives as long as it is based off of Scripture, because we cannot follow God alone, so unreachable are His ways. Still, we are to look to Him as our sole example. We can and should look to others who are further along in bringing God glory through spiritual maturity and Christ-likeness, but we must not let those people replace the One we are to strive to be like. That is why God came down in the form of a man so that there would be a tangible, living, breathing example of how we could go about striving to be like God.

In what other ways do you see God demonstrating the role of biblical manhood throughout the Scriptures? (And, list your favorite Chuck Norris quotes.)

What Christians Fear Most


Sometimes I feel like a monster.

Not when I lose my temper. When that happens, I’m just being a typical fallen human – my old fleshly self.

But sometimes I feel like a monster from Monstropolis. You know, the ones from Monsters Inc. who are afraid of children.

Sounds silly, doesn’t it?

But we’re not much brighter. We fear man.

We clamor for man’s approval and stop at nothing to gain the respect of the masses.

And if we’re honest with ourselves, on our worst days, we’d rather be judged by God than by our bosses.

This is the wrong way of living. Jesus is very clear in Matthew 10:28: “Do not fear those who kill the body but are unable to kill the soul; but rather fear Him who is able to destroy both body and soul in hell.”

We’re so anxious to please others and remain certain not to offend ignorant people with the Gospel, but we’d much rather offend the One who commanded us to do just that!

Think about it. There are plenty of reasons why we don’t witness the way we ought. Laziness and carelessness may be at the top of the list, but fear is most certainly right up there.

Why won’t you witness to your boss? Because you’re afraid of getting fired.

Why won’t you witness to your neighbor? Because you’re afraid of making future front yard conversations terse and awkward.

Remember. These people who do not know the Gospel are as harmless as a child in Monstropolis. You have the Holy Spirit fighting with you, and enabling you to carry on the task.

Easter’s coming up. Invite someone to church. Just a simple, harmless invitation.

After all, who doesn’t like an invitation somewhere, right?

And don’t loose sight of who the real enemy is: “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms” (Ephesians 6:12).

Don’t be like the monsters who are scared of little children. Know who your real enemy is and realize the potential – through Christ – they’re keeping you from.

The Silver Coins – A Parable


Once there lived a father and a son. The father loved his son very much as did the son love his father. One day the father said to his son, “You’re old enough now to perform a chore for me. I want you to take this silver coin, travel across the country and deliver it to the king. If, for any reason you lose the coin, come back to me and I will give you another one.” The boy, feeling very sure of himself took the coin and began his long journey across the country.

When he came to the town, he was interested in the things they were selling. So he bought a piece of candy from one of the booths with his father’s silver coin. Upon doing this, the boy felt sick to his stomach and knew that he had let his father down. He returned home to his father with a broken heart. But the father did not scold him nor punish him like he thought he would do. Instead the father smiled and gave his son another silver coin and said, “Now, be careful when you cross through that first town. Don’t stop to look at anything.”

The boy was soon on his way, thankful and glad for his father’s reassurance. When he got to the town, the boy did not slow down like he did the first time. This time he picked up speed and ran all the way through without stopping. When he reached the end of the town, the boy was tired and had to slow down.

At the end of the town was the woods, and sure that he was safe from any danger, the boy strolled along carelessly. Before he reached the end of the woods, a beaver came out from behind a tree and told the boy that he would cut down a tree and provide a bridge for the river up ahead… but it would cost him one silver coin. The boy agreed to this, because he wasn’t prepared to go swimming. Upon giving the beaver the silver coin, he realized that there would be no point in continuing on in his journey without the payment due to the king. So the boy, very much ashamed at his lack of preparation, turned around to collect yet another silver coin from his father.

The father’s heart melted when he saw his son coming home with his shoulders slumped and head hung low. The son cried to his father, “I’m so sorry.” And the father spoke these words to him: “Here is another silver coin. Take it, and do not simply walk through the town letting your eyes fall on whatever is available, and do not let your guard down when you enter into the woods. Run as fast as you can, stopping for no one for you know now that you cannot trust the people there.”

So once again, the young boy set off across the country, running through the town, and running even faster still through the woods. When he reached the river at the end of the woods, he noticed that a tree lay across stretching to the other side, just like the beaver promised to do. But he also noticed that the river was no deeper than the height of his ankles; it was more like a stream.

The boy continued to walk on past the woods, being very exhausted by now and was breaking quite a sweat. When he cleared out of the woods completely, the boy found himself at the foot of a windy road leading up a high mountain. The boy pressed on, though slow as a snail because he was still trying to catch his breath from the long run. Half way up the mountain, the boy came upon a wishing well. Now everybody knows the law of the wishing well. One tosses his money in and makes a wish. So the boy tossed his silver coin in and wished for a dozen more silver coins. The well told him to go home and ask his father.

Dumbfounded and empty-handed the boy returned home and apologized to his father once again. Certain that his father would scold him this time, the boy found himself to be very hesitant when he entered into his father’s house. But the father did not scold his son this time either. Instead, the father gave him another silver coin and said, “Be a bit more careful this time. Make sure you hurry through the town, run through the woods stopping for nobody because you know the woods people cannot be trusted, and make haste up the mountain as fast as you can, wishing only that you make it to the top.” With these words the father hugged his son and sent him on his way once more.

The son did what his father told him and hurried through the first town, ran through the woods, and made haste up the mountain. But in each new terrain, the son somehow lost his silver coin either by being careless and losing it or giving it away or spending it on something ultimately worthless. And each time the son found himself empty-handed, he returned home to his father, who was always waiting with another silver coin and a smile. Needless to say, the boy got his wish and he received more than a dozen silver coins – one at a time, of course.

         One day when the boy returned home yet again to apologize to his father, the boy said, “Father, every time you send me out on the same quest, and every time I fail you. How come, when I return home to apologize, you’re never angry at me?”

         The father’s response was simple, and it was then and there that the boy understood his father’s compassion. The father said, “My son, the tragedy isn’t that you make mistakes. The tragedy would be if you never returned at all.”

-Andrew Toy


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A Little Damaged


You may remember the event that took place on September 21, 2005. For the first time since 9/11 the nation stood still and almost every eye was on their TV set or ear on the radio. Once again, fellow Americans were in aerial danger.

One hundred forty passengers and six crew members were gripped in absolute fear aboard Jet Blue Airlines Flight 292. There were no terrorists on board, but the thing that caused such fear was the plane itself.

The front wheels were jammed in a ninety-degree angle, perpendicular to the direction of flight. Foregoing their destination to New York, the pilots made arrangements to land at LAX to take advantage of the long runway and the expert emergency personnel that would be ready on hand.

After circling the Pacific in order to release aviation fuel, the plane got itself en route to landing at LAX as the world held its breath in fearsome anticipation. With the front landing gear damaged, the plane began its descent toward the runway. One can only imagine how many armchairs were destroyed by the tight grips of the passengers onboard.

But with skill and cunningness, the pilot managed to bring the aircraft to safety very close to the 11,096-foot runway. At once the nation let out its breath and everyone was able to move on with their lives, and life as they all once knew it was restored.

Everyone knew what was wrong with the plane, but something had to be done about it; It wasn’t something that could just fly by without notice. But so many of us choose that route everyday.

All of us are damaged – the kind of damage that is nearly impossible to fix, try as we might. But so many of us choose to just linger high and mighty above everyone else, refusing to make contact with the rest of the world. There’s always a great risk involved when connecting one on one with someone. The risk being that they might discover the broken pieces about us and see us for the messed up people that we really are.

So we refuse to connect. (We often think our flaws are so huge, but in reality they’re as small as a wheel on an airplane.) We don’t allow ourselves to make a connection with the rest of the world. We hold ourselves back. We circle around the ocean of safety hoping to fix ourselves before we join up with the rest of the world. But sooner or later, we will run out of fuel and we’ll have no choice but to land. And a forced landing could be a pretty messy thing.

You know your weaknesses, shortcomings, and troubles. Don’t be afraid to reach out toward someone today and ask for help.

“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.”  – Proverbs 27:17

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What Harry Potter is Teaching Me So Far…


Don’t judge me. It’s been a couple of years since the last Harry Potter movie came out, and I’m just now watching them all for the first time. I read the books years back, and they were a bit underwhelming – I guess after all the hype I expected something more. Don’t worry – I’ll be revisiting the books soon enough.

Last night I finished watching the fourth one, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. And I started thinking about all the Christian groups banning Harry Potter from the classrooms and churches. And I’m thinking: Why? I mean, the last scene is Goblet of Fire does get pretty intense. You know the scene: when Voldemort comes back to life… it’s kind of sick.

But here’s the thing. That’s what evil is, isn’t it? Sick? Twisted? Demented? I know the controversy was stirred up because the protagonists are witches and wizards, but I think that’s hogwarts – er, hogwash – since Narnia and The Lord of the RIngs are favored by Christian groups and the day is won by magic and sorcery. [Feel free to leave your comments below to weigh in on this discuss. I can leave room for a change of mind.]

Honestly, as a Christian, I think Harry Potter does right in its portrayal of good vs. evil. The evil is supposed to be scary. I think a lot of times stories, and Christians, downplay evil. I don’t think we really grasp how twisted evil is. And though I think it makes a great attempt, I don’t think Voldemort even touches the tip of the ice berg of true, raw, real-life evil.

Evil steals your joy, robs you of life, promotes rape and abortion and mass murders. Evil is the poisonous pot of sin stirred up by Satan himself, and Adam and Eve’s fruit had been marinating in it, thus its poison passed down to us, and our hearts are just as wicked and twisted, if not more.

Evil is everywhere. Evil ought to be dreaded and mourned. It is outside of us and it affects those we love and people we’ve never met. And it is inside of us; each one of us. And it is threatening to take over our lives constantly.

We would do good to remember that scene where Voldemort comes to life. Because until Christ comes, evil cannot truly die and stay dead. And Satan will always be on the prowl looking for souls to devour.

Everyday Orphans


Think about the first image that comes to your mind when you hear the word “orphan.” Most of us think immediately of a poor, desolate child staring at you with big eyes, and skinny arms and legs, with loose rags for clothes. This is a very true image of an orphan, yet the idea of an orphan is much, much bigger than that.

You and I run across orphans every single day. We talk with them and joke with them and conduct business with them on a daily basis. They are people who have no heavenly Father. Their deepest relation is with the Father of Lies who keeps them in bondage and slavery and neglects their needs. He withholds their daily bread, and inflicts harm on them by spoiling them with the evil desires of their hearts, and spares the rod. He is the antithesis to what a father is. And so those who do not know the Lord God as Father, are fatherless.

Now, we may not be able to adopt them, but we can direct them to the One who can. After all, if you are alive in Christ, you were once an orphan. And as Hosea 14:3 states, have you not found mercy in the Lord? Just like He did with Adam and Eve, God took pity on you and clothed you, not in animal skins, but in Christ’s blood, covering your sins.

We have a responsibility to the parent-less children, by taking them into our homes, or providing others with the means to do so. But we must not neglect our responsibility to the countless others who are spiritual orphans. Though they may seem content with their lives, and walk around with a smile on their faces, wearing expensive suits from Barney’s, they’re not happy. They may tell you they are, but like a rebellious orphan who has never known a home or love, they scoff at the idea of needing a Father to guide and direct them.

What is stopping you from showing mercy to the orphans of the world? Seek them out, be Jesus to them. Offer them the shelter of a church, the clothing of Christ, and the ever-extending hand of the Father waiting to take them Home.

In you the orphan finds mercy. – Hosea 14:3