My New Year’s Resolution

Okay, I’ve been sitting on this since Dec. 31st. I’ve never been one for New Year’s Resolutions. Goal setting? Sure. Progressive, forward-looking vision? Absolutely. Planning for success? Yep. New Year’s Resolution? Meh. Probably not. But as we wrapped up 2019, I sat down on that last day and wrote what at the moment seemed to flow effortlessly. A poem emerged.

And I haven’t done a single thing with it besides re-reading it periodically. Its just been mine. I read it to my wife once and her immediate response was: “So where are you going to post that?” My quick response: “I don’t know. Nowhere for now.” And I’ve held that position for nearly 4 months.

I was and had been in a place of fairly deep reflection on where I’m at in my life. A 46 year old student ministry pastor, I found myself wondering if the well was drying up. I found myself doubting my own relatability to today’s students. I wrestled with thoughts of self-critique and for whatever reason found the shortcomings even more glaring than usual. It was a patch of time when I definitely was doing some question-asking about where I’ve been, what I’ve been doing, and the difference (or lack of) it had made. Not a pity party. Just a gut-level honest assessment of the past 25 years in full-time ministry to middle school students, high school students, and their families. And I’m not afraid to confess to you that I still carry a low-grade fever in this; a faint whisper that says its time for pasture.

To be clear, I’ve had great conversations with God about all this. I’m not a naive, green, worrisome noob who is wringing his hands over whether he’s got the legs to go the distance. I never did. But what I’ve found over the years is that when I spoke that prayer at the age of 16 years old: “God, I’m Yours. Wherever You want me to go, I’ll go. Whatever You want me to say, I’ll say. Whatever You want me to do, I’ll do.”….well….He took me up on it. The past 25 years has been ALL HIM. If you ever see anything good in me, do me a favor. Look to Jesus and then to my wife. I turn any credit happily over to my Savior and to the woman my Savior gave me.

Okay, that’s what Paul Harvey would have called “the rest of the story” (or part of it. After all, long blog posts are less likely read to the end).

But I wonder if there’s some help for someone else out there. So here I go, sharing my Dec. 31st, 2019 writing.

These thoughts--they spin inside my head,
So many are joyful but most that bring dread.
They're questions I'm asking or have been asked of me,
They toss me around like the stormy sea.
These things they are questions that turn into fear,
I push them away and again they are near.
"I thought you had faith.", one of them scoffs.
"You're not supposed to struggle.", another one mocks.
And the more I fight to quiet them down,
The more likely it seems that in them I'll drown.
These thoughts and these questions, these pressures I feel
Seem to come from a place that isn't yet healed.
A place where my worth is hanging on by a thread
Attached to whatever that last person said.
A place where I'm measured by what I can do
And the moment I fail, I'm useless to you.
A place where I'm always just inches away
From the rest I keep chasing day after day.
Its a place that's born out of a wound from the past,
It's something I've buried. That's why it still lasts.
It's a place fear tells me will never be at peace
Where your disappointment in me will only increase.
A place where I strive but no ground is gained,
Where the harder I try, the less I've attained.
So how can I escape this pressurized cage?
And how can I step off this performer's stage?
How do I return to where my calling is clear,
Where only one voice matters and its the only one I hear?
How can I see people with eyes of compassion,
And rekindle a faith that is proven by action?

God, bring my heart back to where it should be.
Where nothing and no one comes between You and me.
Where the noise of demands are put into place
As my heart rests its gaze on Your glorious face.
Where trials may come and perhaps even linger,
But even the worst of them are held under Your finger.
Where problems arise asking, "What are you going to do?"
Step #1, God, I'll give them to You.
Where the world may be shouting and pounding my door,
I'll have peace in the storm, for my Anchor is sure.
God, this is my desire, my resolve, and my prayer.
I'm walking with You as You're leading me there.
I've seen so much already but there's still more to see,
So let your love be seen clearly as You're living through me.

I’d sure like to wrap this up with a nice bow and end with some pithy sage advice that just really gives it that feel of Jerry Springer wrapping up another bloodied episode where he sits in front of that faux brick wall downstage left and gives his “final thoughts”. But that’s too lofty a goal. Instead, I’ll invite you to use this blog post in whatever way is most helpful to you. Read it again, pass it on to a friend who may need it, or keep clicking (with my thanks for reading to the end).

As for me, its more or less a prayer that papers the walls of my brain. I’m continually breathing out gratitude for God’s good faithfulness in my life while simply asking that His good pleasure would include using me however He chooses.

My thoughts on this.

I suppose I’m one of a million or so writers that is finding their bearings in this pandemic situation the human race is facing. Until now I haven’t had the compulsion to write or to let anyone else know my thoughts on this, scattered and unformed as most of them are.

The Covid-19 crisis around the globe that seems to leave no one out is quite literally the perfect storm in so many ways. I’ve never been in the presence of a tornado but I imagine that what we’re all facing is not unlike standing at your window, looking out at an F-5 tornado in the distance as it slowly but most assuredly creeps in your direction. No one knows which path it will take but we do know that where it falls, it either ends life or changes it forever. And suddenly the haves and the have-nots stand on far more level ground than they had before. No one is left out; either directly or indirectly. We are all in for a life-altering journey.

And just like we have a viral tornado wreaking havoc in upper respiratory systems everywhere, we have a media-driven informational tornado that seems to serve as a magnifying glass and in the name of public service only points out the swirling debris along with the damage it causes while diminishing the sense of hope the average human might otherwise have.

When information leads to intimidation, it becomes critical that we establish our footing while fortifying our filters. I’m watching throngs of people being wiped out not by a virus but by a wave of panic. We are being tested and as such we can pass or we can fail. As the name of this website points out, I love thinking. But when thinking thoughts become sinking thoughts…well…time to change course in my thinking.

Can you relate? Have you found yourself wrestling your own mind to the ground, trying to keep reins on where your thoughts are leading you? Have you experienced the sensation of being tossed like a cork in the tempest?

I believe this battle is not merely a scientific, medical or physical one. I believe it is just as much a mental, emotional, and spiritual battle as well.

We stand in the epicenter of the potential complete breakdown and reestablishment of our culture. And friends, I don’t believe I am given to hyperbole. If that statement in any way takes your breath, let me be quick to state some facts.

Here are things I hold the closest to my heart as I type these words:

  • Jesus Christ is the Son of God and He alone is Lord of my life.
  • “Just one life, ’twill soon be past. Only what’s done for Christ will last.”
  • No person on earth matters to me as much as my wife does. If my physical health were lost to this pandemic or for any other reason, my last thoughts on earth would be of her.
  • I can see that my children know Jesus and He knows them. Because of that knowledge, unspeakable peace fills my heart.
  • There have been and will continue to be mindbogglingly inspirational things that have and will emerge from this trial. The full beauty of the God-given image in humans has yet to be seen.
  • I declare again today that my life is not my own. I’ve been bought with a price. Therefore I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live but Jesus who lives in me.

I’m sure I could sit here for hours more and pound out more of the things that help me establish my footing, but I think that’ll suffice for now. I share all this for a couple of reasons.

First, I need to allow the Holy Spirit of God to minister to me; heart, mind, spirit, and body even as the latest waves of fear-laden information roll in. And He is.

Secondly, I believe that it is in times of trial, testing, and trauma that we all have the opportunity to trade up. Is what you’ve invested your faith in delivering the dividends you thought it would? Is it proving itself worthy of your full trust, the most precious commodity humans have? If you’re reading this and you can’t say confidently that you’re experiencing the kind of peace I’ve shared about, I’m inviting you to reach out to me. There’s contact information on the tab at the top of this page. I truly welcome a conversation. I’m no salesman. I’m no schmoozer. I’m terrible at persuasion. None of those are my thing. I’d simply love to talk with you.

Lastly, I’m writing this because I believe that we all need a re-calibration. While this may not be an ELE (Extinction Level Event), this most certainly will go down in history as one of the most pivotal events any of us have ever experienced.

So here’s my plan. Take from it what you want or laugh at it to yourself.

  1. I will NOT live in fear. I will take every reasonable precaution in order to protect my family and myself. But I will not be paralyzed because I know that my hope is sure.
  2. I will PRAY perhaps like no other time in life. It is in conversation with the Almighty that all other threats lose their potency.
  3. I will SHARE what I have. In a day of grabbiness, panic purchases, and hoarding, I will live a “you first” life. God helping me, I will become far more generous than before.
  4. I will SERVE those around me. Quarantined, I will seek to serve those in my house and as I am able, I will serve those in my community.

This is where I’m at today.

Re-Divided and it feels so…

Believe it or not, we’re just 19 months away from the 20th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks on the World Trade Center towers, the Pentagon, and the foiled attack that ended in that field in PA.

Those of you who were alive and aware are immediately flooded with emotion, sensation, memories, and the like that bring back that “I remember where I was when…” feeling. It’s sobering.

In the hours and days that followed those Tuesday morning attacks, even in the midst of our anger, confusion, and righteous indignation, there was a “this is a new America” wind in the air. It wasn’t about our newly discovered vulnerabilities but rather our newly discovered or rediscovered commitment to unity. Every type of human life was lost on that day and no one cared in the slightest what the victims’ political views, socioeconomic status, or sexual orientation was. None of that mattered. America was attacked and we stood united as a resolute nation. It was even more striking in those days that the “United States” was abbreviated by and wonderfully defined by “US”.

But fast forward to today and I don’t think we’ve ever been so preoccupied by ourselves as we currently are. Further, we have never been so eager to draw lines as we seem to be right now. Not merely draw lines but build walls between ourselves and anyone else who holds a different opinion, view, or conviction about any particular topic at all.

Not only that, but we have allowed ourselves to stoop to the indignity of calling each other “haters” and “______phobes” when we do not see eye to eye on an issue. Rather than an arm-linked respect for those who see things differently, we instead isolate and insulate ourselves from the others; from which we lob disparaging remarks or commentary for the sake of proving a point and/or standing our ground.

It’s a sad state we’re in.

Now, lest you think I’m in some ivory tower looking down my judgmental nose at the masses, you can think again. I’m simply one human who finds himself in the midst of a mess of a nation that for the most part seems quite content or even ambivalent at its condition. On the contrary, we’re seeming to revel in our division. I used to blame the faceless trolls that glide from comment section to comment section, sowing seeds of dissension and disagreement but at the heart, its far more widespread than that. When we don’t actively rail against division, we by default contribute to it.

Now, let me also say that lines, boundaries, standards, and even taking sides have their place. In the Old Testament, we can hear the voice of Joshua echoing to us today, “Choose you this day whom you will serve….as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” (Joshua 24:15) Jesus Himself seemed to acknowledge and support the idea that there actually ARE sides to choose. And how about that time He said, “Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.” (Matt. 10:34). And don’t forget that when the Son of Man returns “and all His holy angels with Him, then he will divide the nations as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats…” (Read all about it in Matt. 25:31-46).

So I’m not saying we sweep important issues (the 2020 Superbowl Halftime show does NOT qualify) under the rug and just hug it out. But I am dreaming of a day when we can return to a civilized discourse that seeks to understand the view of the others who seem to stand on the opposite side of the line we find ourselves on. What if we could dignify each other by simply seeking a better grasp on the view before we spew out our own views? Or better yet, what if we simply pointed people to truth AND love as we seek only to serve them in humility? What a concept, right? (Please don’t think that is an original sentiment with me. This is Jesus–through and through.)

Yes, I think division has its place. I think battle lines are actually biblical. But I know just as certainly that we all have a spiritual enemy who’s only desire is destruction by division. So long as he can get us to build walls, he will be in the luxurious position of “shooting fish in a barrel.”

Who do I need to build a bridge to today? What comments have I made that need to be retracted, along with an apology that they were made in the first place? What hill(s) am I willing to die on? And just as critically, what hills am I NOT willing to die on? Jesus chose one. and thank God He did.

So, let’s be people of passion. But let’s be people of truth AND love. Let’s be the very reflection of Jesus to those around us, regardless of their stance on __________. Let’s find a way under God to treat those around us with the respect and dignity we would want (and usually demand) for ourselves.

Celebrate Tension

Tension is something most people naturally avoid. And that’s only because they’re sane. I mean who would willingly, intentionally create or even feel comfortable in that kind of uneasy atmosphere? Most people live in a world where we dodge, avoid, acquiesce, sweep things under the run, compromise convictions, and even lie to keep ourselves from the tension that any level of confrontation brings.

When I was younger, I’d say I was a pretty good candidate for being the poster child of people pleasers. And if you didn’t like that, I’d take it back and replace it with whatever made you more comfortable. I simply wanted those around me to be at peace, comfortable, and happy. And if they weren’t I would feel that tension. I’d have gotten a neck tattoo that says in that fancy tattoo-y script: “C’mon you guys. Let’s just not fight, okay?” But getting a tattoo would’ve made my mom unhappy. Sooooo.

Growth demands tension.

But as I’ve grown and stepped into various leadership roles, positions, and responsibilities, I’ve learned that influence and leadership demand tension. In fact, its a key ingredient in forward motion. I’ll go so far as to say that if you don’t have tension, you better check the pulse of your organization, your ministry, or your vision. Without tension we’re sitting slack and while all may be well and at peace, all may very well be quickly withering without tension.

Now, let me be quick to differentiate between tension and drama. Drama is juvenile. Tension is matured. Drama is shallow end. Tension is deep sea. Drama is petty. Tension is intentional. Oh. Wait. Did you just see that? Let me roll it back and type it in slow-mo for you.

“Tension….is….in…ten…tion…al.” When you want to get fit, you better get intentional. When you want to reach a goal, it doesn’t happen when you dumb-luck it. Anything that you want to do, desires intention. And with intention comes tension. And there’s the nugget I want you to unearth here: Growth demands tension.

Effective leadership influence demands that you–yes you–actually create tension. While others may do all they can to smooth things out, you have to create wrinkles. You have to make decisions that trip people up. You have to look at what currently is, say “Uh-uh.” and make the difficult move that makes others say, “Hey, wait a minute.”

Let me be clear. Your motivation isn’t to be a jerk. We all know jerks. Don’t be one. Ever. Your motivation is to create an atmosphere where tension is always present; where the right questions are landing like well-placed punches to face and torso of the status quo. Questions like…

  1. Why are we doing this (at all)?
  2. Why are we doing this this way?
  3. Who defined the win in this area?
  4. If we stopped __________, who would notice? Who would care?
  5. What is the thing we think but aren’t saying? The thing that needs to be said? The thing that will kick the next door open, the door that leads us to greater effectiveness, momentum, fruitfulness, etc.?

Of course these questions are broad but that’s only because I don’t know your particular situation. (If you want to talk more, let’s do that. Reach out and let me know how I can help more specifically.)

One of my favorite verses in the gospels is John 2:15:

“Jesus made a whip from some ropes and chased them all out of the Temple. He drove out the sheep and cattle, scattered the money changers’ coins over the floor, and turned over their tables.”

The words “Jesus made a whip” evokes a completely different view of Jesus than we normally hold to, doesn’t it? We always view Jesus as a Swedish looking, attractive dirty-blonde, long hair (conditioned of course), blue-eyed, soft skinned, slightly effeminate, sweet talking, white-robe-with-baby-blue-Miss-America-sash, manicured, dandy fella. With muscles, sure. But his muscles were mostly used to pick up toddlers and daisies, right?

“Jesus made a whip.” Now THERE’S a tattoo idea.

Can I paraphrase that? Jesus created tension. Born from anger, born from conviction, born from vision of what should be not lining up with what currently was… Jesus made a whip.

Any fisherman will tell you that a day without tension on the line is a sad day of fishing. So where do I need to up-end comfort? What parts of my ministry, my relationships, and my priorities need a healthy dose of tension? If you think back over history you don’t see the Changemakers looking around and saying “Yeah, looks good the way it is.”

So, let’s get tense. Let’s not shy away from making decisions that rock the boat. Yes, that boat you share with lots of other people who will consequently feel the rocking and quickly figure out who’s rocking the boat.

What has been that shouldn’t be?

What hasn’t been that should?

What one step/decision/resolve can you make in the next 5-10 minutes that will bring about the oft-dreaded tension that growth demands?

I’d love to hear from you. Reach out and tell me your tension story. Let’s celebrate it together.

Unalone // The 3rd Chair

I used to be far less comfortable with being alone than I am now. In college, whenever anyone would visit my dorm room, I’d find myself lamenting their departure and trying to do all I could to prolong their stay. I’m sure there’s some deep-seeded childhood trauma there but I’m not interested enough to excavate it. Just kidding. I think.

The sense of aloneness is one of the most claustrophobic, disorienting, discouraging, and despair-driving sensations a human can have. And I don’t mean that people can’t live alone or even thrive while being alone, but when that idea that “I’m alone in this (insert trial here)” sets in on the emotional level, it brings with it an isolative mindset that is tough to shake. (Oh, let me introduce you to the word “isolative”. I just made it up.)

That’s why debilitating aloneness is one of the first arrows the enemy draws from his quiver when he sets his sights on your mental, emotional, and spiritual destruction. If he can get you feeling alone, he can take you anywhere he wants.

I’ve recently found myself in conversations that have completely upended the reality that I am being hunted and the crosshairs of aloneness are set on me. I’ve been reminded recently that while I may sometimes feel alone, I have never been actually alone.

There’s a premise I have tried to live in and pass on to others when I am helping resolve conflict. Its the principle of the 3rd chair. It’s as simple as it sounds. There’s you, and there’s me, and there’s God. He is the one in the 3rd chair, attending, listening, prompting, enabling. Its His truth that is the rock we’re on, and not our own.

But if I may, I want to take that sense of Unalone into my (and your) everyday, inhale/exhale existence. I want to live in the deepest knowledge that regardless of the current visibility or lack thereof, I can see God. Not by sight of course, but by faith. And isn’t faith-sight far more important than eyesight? Isn’t what’s unseen the real stuff? After all, if its seen its material and therefore currently decaying right in front of us. But what is unseen is immaterial and therefore untouchable by decay.

So as I’ve had these conversations recently, I’ve been divinely cognizant (can I say that?) of the unaloneness we live in. That comes in the form of a conversation over coffee at Waffle House between friends and the words being exchanged across the table may seem like mere soundwaves, but are actually infused by God with incredibly vital truth that each person needs. Not by human effort, intellect, or slickness but by the Holy Spirit of God being present. There it is. The 3rd chair.

What is it that pulls us away from this unaloneness? What is it that trumps the true sense of walking so close to God that we no longer see Him because of head knowledge but know Him because of faith knowledge? I think identifying the specifics when it comes to our tendency to focus away from that is our first step.

There is far more than our eyes can see. We know that on every level. That’s not even a spiritual statement. If I were an atheist I could say that same thing and be right. But it’s especially true (perhaps most true) on the spiritual level.

With the full knowledge that you are utterly unalone today, I pray that you’ll walk in social, mental, emotional, and spiritual confidence.

The Curve

I remember exactly which curve in the road I was on those several years ago now when I said to my oldest daughter, “Truth doesn’t need my help to be true.” We had been in a conversation that centered on spirituality, faith, God, the Bible, and ultimately Jesus. In that same conversation I invited her to search the world over, consider every view, dig into every philosophy, dismantle every religion. Go ahead. As a follower of Jesus I knew and know that scrutiny of Jesus only leads to more revelation of Truth. The more intense the scrutiny, the sharper the point of truth becomes.

But the funny thing about truth is –even truth found in Jesus– its forgettable. The foggy conditions of life’s pains, trials, or even subtle inconveniences can cloud our hearts and remembrances until truth is sidelined and we’re living under some other proposition. We all do it. We forget what we know and trade it for what we’re told by our circumstances.

That proverbial “curve ball” comes whizzing from the mound and before we even realize what we’ve done, we lose our grip on solid ground and feel our footing give way as we succumb to the lies being whispered.

Let’s start with a simple one. Simple as in three words, but not so simple based on the fact that not everyone believes it: God is good. The fact is that the bible declares this multiple times in multiple ways. But we look at our world, our job, our family, our pains, and we question: “Really? ‘Cuz he sure doesn’t seem so good right now. If he saw what I was dealing with and if he actually cared, and if he really were good, then logic says I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

The lies that attack the truth sound a lot like this: “You’re on your own.” “God sees you, but he doesn’t care.” “You did this to yourself, so you have to fix it yourself.” “You’ve gone too far. You’re out of God’s reach.” “God’s mad at you and that’s why this is happening.” “God doesn’t need you so God doesn’t want you.” “That was the last straw. God is done with you. Fed up.” “God doesn’t have time to deal with your mess. He’s helping people who actually matter.” “You’re too broken for God to fix.” “You’re a lost cause.”

But imagine for a moment that every one of those statements originated from the father of lies. What if you knew and believed that there is no truth, absolutely zero truth in any of those words because of where they came from. What if those words were rendered powerless not because you refused to believe them, but because they never held an ounce of truth to begin with? You see, the issue then is not whether or not you’re going to believe lies, but whether or not you’re going to let truth be truth.

Have you ever stood in a pitch black room? A room so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face? And while in that room have you ever lit a match or turned on a flashlight? Have you ever noticed that even the smallest light defeats darkness instantly? You’ll never be in a room so dark that the slightest light does not drastically impact it. Likewise, you will never stand in the midst of lies so dark and overbearing that one flicker of truth does not push it back in an instant.

What truth does your heart need right now? Let me spread a table for you:

The love of God for you is immeasurable and untouchable. You can’t do enough bad to diminish it and you can’t do enough good to increase it. And it has nothing to do with what you do or don’t do. It stands as it has for eternity. Read Romans 8 all the way to the end.

The weight of shame you feel over that sin can vaporize with a simple prayer. God never intended for you to bear that weight. 1 John 1:9 declares that forgiveness is but a breath away. Take it.

The God of all creation is with you and within you. Joshua 1:9 and 1 Corinthians 3:16 stand as powerful reminders that where you are right now, there God is. I have been in crushingly dark spiritual places and have found that God has always been there with me. Right now. He’s here.

That tomorrow you’re dreading? God is already there, commanding and ordering things for your ultimate good. You may feel helpless and aimless but God knows exactly what you need before you even know you need it. Read Isaiah 46:10 and Matt. 6:8 and let truth seep in to every part of your heart. Let the fear that’s based on lies hit the road. God knows. God loves. God works. Trust Him.

So what curve ball are you staring at? What truth do you need? What fear needs to fall from your heart?

In my mind, I go back to that curve in the road and those words I said so boldly and still believe so confidently today. Truth doesn’t need my help.

The He[art] of Reconciliation

502155-iStock-176884046I didn’t expect for last week’s post to have a “part 2”, but apparently God wasn’t done teaching me through my empty tank situation. If you haven’t read about that, read the post right before this one. Then meet me back here.

You good? Okay.

On my way to work yesterday, I was just rolling along thinking about stuff that I can’t even recall right now. My mind zips from one thing to another but it likely had something to do with students or student ministry or my wife or Chipotle or ducks or who knows what.

So a week ago I was driving to work and knew that I knew that I was going to run out of gas. It was just a matter of how far I’d have to walk when it inevitably happened. And here I was yesterday on my way to work; same road, same route, same minivan, same time, same everything. And on this winding, woodsy road I see up ahead a car that seems to be stopped dead. I slowed down to see a man emerge from the driver’s side, notice I was there and began pushing his car forward.  Yep. You guessed it. He had run out of gas.

I’m not a “favorites” kind of guy except for when it comes to things like books, movies, tv shows, restaurants, smells, shoes, toothpastes, cheeseburgers, music, and my children. But I will say this: One of my favorite passages in the bible is 2 Corinthians 5:18-19…

“All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting people’s sins against them.
And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.”

I quickly surmised that this guy was out of gas, so I pulled up next to him (now in the wrong lane on this narrow 2 lane road) and asked the obvious question: “You outta gas?” “Yeah.” was the reply. I continued, “Let me pull onto that side street and I’ll help you.”

As quickly and safely as I could, I got my car out of the way and then ran back to the rear of his car, leaned all my weight into thousands of pounds of metal, and together we began to roll that dead weight forward.  All the while I’m thinking, “I’m gonna feel this tomorrow.”

We got his car onto a side road and I offered him a ride to the gas station. Yep, the same one my van somehow mysteriously made it to just a week before. He gladly accepted and off we went. He ran in and out quickly with a small gas can he had bought and quickly filled it up. Hopped back in to my van and within a couple minutes was pouring that sweet sweet gasoline into his vehicle. He thanked me profusely while reaching into his pocket to pull out what appeared to be 2 or 3 dollar bills. He said, “I don’t have much, but—”  I shushed him and with a smile assured him I didn’t want anything from him.  I said, “I’m happy to help. That could’ve been me just last week.”

And as I said goodbye to my new friend Arturo, I thought about what God has saved me for. And us for. And why it is we’re here and not there with Him. I stand on the conviction that God has saved us to serve. We’re forgiven for giving. We’re reconciled to carry out the ministry of reconciliation.

Once again, so thankful that God has given me another chance to see Him move. Thankful for that fact that God has reconciled this wretched man and calls me His. And so very thankful for the ongoing opportunities to love.