As I watched 7 softball games in one tournament weekend, I noticed a pattern.Â Â When it came time to run from third base to home to score, there were two kinds of runners. Continue reading
Every day as I return from driving kids to school, I have a choice at a particular intersection. Will I turn left and merge into the fast lane — the hustling, bustling rush hour traffic on the feeder to the expressway? Or will I turn right and take the slow lane home, past the nature preserve?Â Continue reading
Young Pastor Dan had been serving in his new church less than 3 years when he found himself feeling very weary. A pastorâ€™s life is full of emotional ups and downs; he knew that. But in a single weekend he had presided over a 10AM Saturday funeral for a church founder and celebrated the birth of a first child with a family on Sunday afternoon â€“ only to be called away by frantic parents at the hospital. They were in ER with a child having seizures. Monday morning he was questioning Continue reading
Baby bottles and dishes littered the kitchen counter. Miniature clothes covered the family room floor â€“ some the toddlers thought it fun to take off, others were escapees from a basket of unfolded laundry. Sounds of chaos cluttered the air. A Thomas the Tank Engine DVD grew louder and louder as the twins tried to drown out the 2 month oldsâ€™ cries on the baby monitor. Sitting on the couch, silent, dazed and buried under it all… Continue reading
Christmas makes us think of beautifully wrapped presents, but the first gift of Christmas was wrapped in nothing more than simple cloth â€“ swaddling clothes. Jesus Christ came to earth as a baby without the fanfare of foil paper or colored bows. His wrapping was poor, but the gift He brought was ever so rich. He came into our world carrying the exact price for our salvation in His pocket â€“ the ability to live a perfect human life as both fully God and fully man. Yet, before His work was done here, He would be â€œgift-wrappedâ€ again. Continue reading
Standing on the rocky shore of Lake Superior last summer, I looked entranced as shimmering water danced and rippled as far as the eye could see. The beautiful expanse took my breath away. Yet a few yards away stood a museum dedicated to numerous shipwrecks occurring on those very waters. As magnificent and inviting as the lake appeared in that calm moment, the power to crush proud vessels in seconds lay sleeping just beneath the surface. Continue reading
Our church put together a tribute Sunday honoring those who gave their lives for our freedom. The faces came into view on the screen, each one accompanied by the date on which he made the great sacrifice, and then faded away. As one particular picture appeared, there was a murmur in the congregation. His date wasÂ May 18, 2010 — the most recent loss. I wondered why we had more of an emotional response to this sacrifice than to those who gave their lives two years ago, or in Vietnam, or in WWII? Did the fact that they died years ago make their deaths less significant?
Have we done the same thing with Jesus Christ and the greatest sacrifice ever? His death bought our eternal freedom — if we accept it. As much as we are indebted to our military men and women who have given their lives to defend us, shouldn’t we be even more grateful to the One who gave His life to define us – as new creatures, no longer enslaved to sin?Â It is His sacrifice that enables us to look with hope to the day when we’ll be reunited in heaven with all believers who made the ultimate sacrifice for our earthly freedoms.
Let us be sure to give those who sacrificed so much for us the honor due them. Military men and women we should remember with our gratitude and love. Jesus Christ we should remember with our gratitude and lives.Â Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13
Have a blessed Memorial Day as we remember together.