Myself, All Grown Up

As a father of four, I really enjoy when my kids begin imagining their future. Do they want to be a parent someday? Where would they live? And inevitably, the question comes up, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

I’ll never forget when I asked my son Blake that question when he was five years old. As most people do, I asked the stereotypical question, “What do you want to be when you grow up? A policeman? A fireman?”

Blake thought about it and said, “No. I just want to be myself, all grown up.”

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Early In the Morning

The bitter breeze was cold under the dark night sky, while wet snow melted on my face and hands. I briskly ran into it across the road from our overflow parking lot. Then, the walk up the driveway to our new campus began.

I looked up at the building, with fiery orange lit windows. It was inviting me in. Yet, I had to stop walking and recognize the quiet stillness of leaves and gentle breeze that were reminding me that the songs were not yet rising.

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When Castles Crumble

The heat was heavy, and laid like a thick wet blanket as I lifted my tired head to look out of the small open window to see what I could not the night before, when I had first arrived.

The ground was gray and broken. And just across the small yard was a worn down, chipped concrete house that wasn’t much more to look at than the scrawny billy goat that was tied to it.

Yesterday, our church showed a video of one of our missions trips. The video began with one of the team members making this exact observation of their trip. And my mind was drawn to that morning years ago when I had experienced the exact same thing on one of my trips. Read more