Life from the rear-view mirror

Watch for the “NO PARKING” signs on memory lane…. Vol 46

32370_10151118367503807_1499017859_nIt’s important to understand that God has set each of us on our own path. We are unique individuals with capacity for love and grace as well as  sorrow and joy. To what degree we are privileged to experience those emotions is up to God and the path He has set us on. All of us will experience the passing of someone we love. The timing will be different for all of us. This post isn’t for all of you. I hope and pray that God gives you grace and you never have to lose a spouse or child to cancer or any other illness…but for those of us who have, I pray that God will use something in the journey I’m on to bring you understanding, maybe even comfort and hope.

Tonight, like many nights, I’m spending some time on Facebook. Sometimes I’ll just look at the posts, sometimes I’ll write, sometimes I’ll stalk…:) but I nearly always seem to reflect, then wind up on memory lane somewhere. Normally it involves looking at the pictures of my kids Ihave posted over the years. Pictures of them when they were little, pictures from sports, activities at school, with their friends, with their mom. That’s normal…that’s good. I have a friend who used to say that nothing lasts longer than a happy memory. But what about the memories that bring us sorrow and pain? As soon as I see pictures of any of the kids with Lori a wave of anxiety washes over me and I have to close the page. I can’t look at the picture any longer. I can’t live in that moment. I can’t live in that memory. I start thinking about what my children will miss with their mom in Heaven. All of the “firsts” …all the big events. I find myself spending my emotional future in present agony and it’s not healthy. It’s also not fair to my kids to project my sorrow for them on them.

Lori went to heaven three years ago. It was a life-altering experience for our family. While that was a tragedy that we may never get over…there are other things out there for us to live for without dishonoring her memory. God gave me Kathy, my wife ,my best friend who loves me and my kids. The kids have a life to find and lessons to learn. Kathy and I have to help them with that. We all have to move on….

Tonight I realized that there are “NO PARKING” signs on memory lane.

Moving on…moving forward is what God expects of us on our spiritual journey. The process of “becoming” like Christ or sanctification, if you like the big words, is a necessary part of our growing up in Christ. Just like aging, it should be a natural process for a believer…but often it isn’t. It can be this herky-jerky, stop and start, ride. Sometimes we find ourselves parked on memory lane stuck in both painful and pleasant memories  of how we used to be on fire, we used to be obedient, we used to really love the Lord. Sometimes we’ll point to a hard circumstance, a prayer that wasn’t answered the way we wanted. Sometimes we’re content to remember past victories and rest on our laurels…sometimes we’re just plain lazy. It is then we need to look around and we’ll them…we’ll see the “NO PARKING” signs. We can’t stay there…we have to move on.  If I can be so bold as to quote a lyric from a Rascal Flatts song:

Life’s like a road that you travel on
When there’s one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There’s a world outside ev’ry darkened door
Where blues won’t haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won’t hesitate
To break down the garden gate
There’s not much time left today[Chorus:]
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night longThrough all these cities and all these towns
It’s in my blood and it’s all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver’s lightsKnock me down get back up again
You’re in my blood
I’m not a lonely man
There’s no load I can’t hold
Road so rough this I know
I’ll be there when the light comes in
Just tell ’em we’re survivors
It may be a stretch spiritually…but you get my drift. There is an urgency, and intensity in those lyrics that we need to feel as believers to long for the next big thing God has for us down the road….and stick with it. We don’t have to do this life alone.
Invest in it…live it now for who God wants you to be… and to become!
Hebrews 13:5

Do I have a right to complain? Vol 45

I’m always wary of a sentence that starts out like this…”Let me tell you what I think….”

I’m even more wary when that sentence is referencing some passage of scripture because often, what follows has nothing to do with the truth of scripture, but rather levering scripture to make or forward their point.

FIrst… I am not interested in what people think God meant. I want to (as much as possible) KNOW what God meant. That means digging into scripture and commentaries of theologians who have a history of theological accuracy. And second…if Scripture says we can’t understand something right now…I’m not going to guess at it.  For the most part scripture interperets itself. Otherwise when scripture tells  us to “Study to show yourselves approved unto God, workmen who need not be ashamed but rightly interperting/understanding the word of truth” God might have given us some other reference material…but the “study” in that verse refers to the study of “scripture.”

OK…I have some friends on Facebook who use FB as a soapbox for their rant of the day. I’m often tempted to unfriend them. Not because I don’t love them but because I’m tired of Christians who are known for their dissent rather than their love.  Is that really what God wants? Do we believe that God is sovereign? Do we believe that scripture is true? Do we really believe Peter 2:13-14  where God tells us that by His authority he sets up rulers over us?

If you read Facebook much you might wonder…or maybe I just have outspoken FB friends…

We’re in a study of I Peter at church. I’m really enjoying it. but I’m more aware than ever, mostly through social media, of how far many Christians (including me) are from truly loving the lost and obeying/honoring authorities who don’t know  the Lord…and even some of those who say they do. We seem to think that once our leadership makes a move we don’t agree with, we have a right to mutiny. We don’t. At least not if we are going to follow scripture.

If we continue reading I Peter 2 we see that it’s not only about what we believe about the authority that God has set up…it’s about doing good even when the authorities are in conflict with our beliefs. Or even with the law.

It appears (to me anyway) that our first response is to rant rather than love, do good, or pray. We have this need to protest, sometimes violently. We have this need to exercise our rights even though scripture is replete with admonition to “turn the other cheek.” Or maybe you remember when the Roman soldiers used to press civilians into service and make them carry their gear for 1 mile. It was the soldiers right by law. Here’s what Spurgeon says:

Spurgeon explains that…

Governments in those days demanded forced service through their petty officers. Christians were to be of a yielding temper, and bear a double exaction rather than provoke ill words and anger. We ought not to evade taxation, but stand ready to render to Caesar his due. “Yield” is our watchword. To stand up against force is not exactly our part; we may leave that to others. How few believe the long-suffering, non-resistant doctrines of our King!

Why do we feel that unless we protest or complain that somehow God won’t punish sin or accomplish His will in His time. Like maybe if we whine enough, or hold up enough signs and sue enough institutions that aren’t pro-Christian or persecute us  that maybe we can convince God to act on our time schedule. C’mon….really? Is prayer THAT ineffective? Does loving people to Christ look that different from the way it did in Jesus’s day? Has God turned a deaf ear to his saints who pray believing? Does the Bible not say in 2 Chronicles 7:14 “if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”

Should we even get angry over wrong doing and persecution? Sure. But what should our reaction be? March on Washington? Kill abortion doctors? Rant on Facebook? How is that loving others? How is that honoring the rulers that God told us to honor? I don’t think it does either of those things. I think that too often it makes us look like the kooks the world paints us to be. The last half of that verse in I Peter says “So that they will see your good works and glorify God on the day he visits us”

So if scripture is true…it would appear that by our loving and honoring conduct towards God instituted authority we silence the “malicious slanderers and foolish men” (according to Matthew Henry’s commentary.)

Well now…that may put us at odds with authority. But here’s the piece of scriptural mandate that should take the sting out of some of this. “For the Lord’s sake…” Our willingness to follow Christ and obey the rules of the land and authorities (that are far from God) demonstrates and proves our love for God…who also said in I Samuel 15:22 “to obey is better than sacrifice” where the people relied on their own wisdom and what was right in their eyes rather than doing what God had clearly told them to do.

There is safety for the believer in obedience. There is blessing for the believer in obedience. There is joy for the believer in obedience.

As the chorus goes…”Trust and Obey, for there’s no other way to be happy in Jesus…but to Trust and Obey.

 

What’s in your hand? vol 44

Christmas Present Wrapped in Gold and Silver 2000Sometimes I don’t understand how God works. I know that blessing often follows obedience…but not always. I know that God gives good gifts to his children, even if we can’t really identify what we’ve received as “good” at the time. I also know that God will sometimes let us push the envelope on our own and let us come to a place of understanding (sort of like peeing on the electric fence) when He would have rather we simply waited on Him.

In scripture it tells us that whatever we find to do…”do it with all your heart as unto the Lord.”

I’m at a crossroads again. I “found” something to do. I thought it was from God.

Maybe not.

My moment of Zen did NOT come from my own examination of the facts…even though I was beginning to think that I was in the wrong place. But because there was no real down side for me that I could see…I put off thinking very hard about it…until I had a conversation with the owner/friend. He, unlike me, was totally convinced that I was not where I belonged. I was polite and agreed with him in the meeting but in my heart I was rehearsing my “how dare you” speech.

I was comfortable, had a nice office, a great support group, had been to school and gotten the tools I needed to do the job, was in a networking group, had tried various lead generating tools…but after 4 months of legally being able to sell…hadn’t really produced anything. There was potential there… I knew it…but I wasn’t really able to tap into it….unleash it…harness it…whatever the heck you do with potential.

So I’m back looking for something to put my hand to…again.

Sometimes it’s as important for doors to close as it is for them to open.

Just sayin…

Are you an EGR (Extra Grace Required) Christian? I am! Vol 43

EGR -Extra Grace Required.

165288_1689748758017_7907800_nWe have all been around these people…we’ve been these people on occasion (maybe still are these people if we’re honest with ourselves.)  We’ve gone through something traumatic, or are in circumstances that are disturbing, discouraging or debilitating. Maybe we’re new to faith in God and we are trying to understand the deeper things that our older (in the faith) brothers and sisters take seemingly with a grain of salt…or perhaps we haven’t exercised our faith much and our spiritual roots don’t go very deep so we are easily influenced by false doctrine or half-truths. Or… maybe we just struggle socially and are difficult to communicate with on any level… but still…just want someone to be our friend.

EGR Christians. We’re not a problem in big church…but we stick out in small groups. There are special ways our leadership learns to deal with us…so we don’t get the whole group off on a rabbit trail or monopolize the discussion with our incessant questions.  Occasionally, our leaders might get “put out” with us and I know folks may actually leave a small group because of us.

Tonight, and many nights,  I feel like I’m an EGR believer. I’m uncomfortable in my circumstances and in my faith. There have been a lot of changes in my life and more to come. I’m struggling with my kids and made some questionable decisions that could have put my family at risk. I feel needy.

Why am I not treated like an EGR Christian? Why?  Because other more mature EGR Christians have gone out of their way to love me and my family…. to listen to me…to comfort me…to counsel me…to correct me.

I don’t know if anyone is getting my point. EGR believers aren’t just difficult people we have to learn strategies  to deal with…but people just like you and me who our Savior died for and people we need to love and minister to with purpose. I realize that some people are genuinely more difficult… whether it’s in a small group or around a water-cooler at work. Some of us have found workarounds to areas of our lives that are clumsier than others. But loving the EGR’s among us is our job…our privilege…our command. It might take a little more work. Correction….It will take more work to reach and minister to EGR folks like me…I can be high maintenance! How about you?

Jesus thinks we were worth loving. He still loves us. Let’s love one another.

Jhn 1:14

Jhn13:34

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

Jhn 13:35 A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”
Rom 13:8
Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for whoever loves others has fulfilled the law.
1Pe 1:22
Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for each other, love one another deeply, from the heart.fn
1Pe 3:8
Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble.

 

I didn’t lie to you…I was just Managing Information….Vol 42

Our culture has become skilled in political correctness. We have found catch-phrases, cliché’, anecdotes and spin to insulate us from our own bad behavior…from the truth…maybe even from our sin.

I first heard the term “managing information” a number of years ago as I was counseling a disillusioned youth pastor.  Mike had resigned his position because of his former senior pastor’s character issues. Mike had suspected that there were some things going on in the church. There were signs. People’s attitudes were different and the way he was being treated wasn’t right…but when he questioned the pastor, he was told everything was OK. The people were just being fickle. Well as it turned out…there was a big problem… with the senior pastor right in the middle of it. In a private meeting at Mike’s exit interview he accused the senior pastor of lying to him. The pastor looked at him and said “I never lied to you…I just managed information”

Well he certainly did manage information..he managed it ultimately to his own end. The pastor lost the church and if I recall correctly, it took the church body years to recover.

You have surmised, (I hope) that my context here is managing information so that the truth is obscured for the author’s sake and purpose…NOT for any altruistic reason whatsoever.

We have all heard, and made excuses. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone,” “What good would knowing the truth have been?” “How would the truth have helped in that situation” and on and on.

Here’s God’s standard…”Speaking the truth in love”

Sometimes we have to say hard things to family, friends, co-workers, and others. Often we agonize over the conversation we must have. And in the end, sometimes we choose not to have the conversation at all. Sadly…sometimes we manage information. We wrap a story around a kernel of truth with clever verbiage. We evade and avoid the hard questions that would expose all the truth. And we rationalize.

Here’s what I have come to realize over the years. I do not have to reconcile every offence. I can ignore it, I can forgive it, I can forget it. When I have to say hard things to people I do it quickly, I do it plainly, and I do it in love. Anything else will just create misunderstanding and possibly cause more hurt. Put the hard conversations off too long and we’re apt to find a way to manage that information to something easier to tell and easier to hear…and maybe sin in that process.

We’ve all had the experience of having a band-aid covering a cut or scrape that is healing. Sometimes the band-aid comes right off with a quick tug. Sometimes it pulls the scab off with it, and whether it bleeds again or just hurts for a second or two depends on how tough or resilient the skin is underneath the bandage.

I’m really not talking about skin here…but rather character.

Character is both taught and caught. By that I mean that our role models, typically our parents set the standards for us early on…good or bad…but then as we are involved in “life” we often observe events and situations that impress us in some way to act differently or to be different. In the Christian’s life it’s about Lordship and submission to God’s authority in our lives. It’s about listening for and to Holy Spirit’s leading. It’s about holiness.

I’ll bet there is a band-aid out there in your life somewhere that has to come off today. Maybe it’s confronting error. Maybe it’s a rebuke, correction, discipline..who knows?

Speak the truth in love.

Do it quickly…don’t wait.

Do it plainly…get to the point.

Do it in a way that honors God…in love.

Ephesians 4:15 – Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will grow to become in every respect the mature body of him who is the head, that is, Christ.

 

 

At least I have options….Vol 41

32370_10151118367503807_1499017859_nMy brother was married a long time before me. He described marriage to me this way…
“It’s like the two of you willingly get in a car together with no door handles on the inside…and then God locks the doors from the outside.”

That was not what I wanted to hear. That was scary. That made me think about whether I could make that commitment…whether I wanted to make that commitment. That one example alone was a primary reason I waited until 35 to get married.

Today many folks go into marriage with a sense of “If this doesn’t work out…at least I have options” Wow. That speaks volumes. It says to me this is what I want right now…I’m not sure about how I’ll handle this later…like when she ticks  me off, or spends too much, or doesn’t parent the way I would, or doesn’t meet my needs the way I think she should. Hey…I wanted this to work…but it’s not working…time to look at my options.

It’s really about choices. I’m going to choose to love despite how I feel…despite the way my partner behaves…even when I don’t get the “better” part of “for better or worse” I love because that’s how God loved, and loves me. He gets the “worse” of me a whole lot more than the “better” …and never leaves, never forsakes., is always loving, always hopeful that we will be the person he created us to be and wants to help us to be. He is totally, unconditionally committed to loving us no matter what.

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For nearly 19 years I had the opportunity to be married to a great gal. We had four incredible kids together. We didn’t have a great marriage. No one likes to take the blame for that… but as leader of the home…the blame falls on me. I stayed. There were a lot of reasons I stayed..some of them less noble than others, but none more important than the promise I made to her before God. I believe God energized that promise and brought my parents to mind who have loved each other and stayed together for 64 years…despite both of them being less loving than they should have been at times.

Beautiful people have it harder when things get tough at home. They know they can step out of a marriage at any time and find something, or someone else. That is a powerful drug…choice..options. It’s addictive…it’s deadly.

For me…I tried to put blinders on when I got married. I only wanted to see one option…the one I chose, the woman I was married to. And by God’s grace Lori was all I saw and all I wanted. The Lord took her home…but gave me Kathy… and now she is all I see and the only one I want. Will I be a jerk at times…you bet…(I am really good at that.) Will we both be unloving to each other at times….I hope not…but we probably will be. Regardless…I will stay. I will love this woman God has given me. I will refuse to look at any options and honor her above me. I can’t do it on my own….but the same God who energized my marriage with Lori, energized this marriage and His will is for me to love Kathy till I go home.

What about you? Are things tough? Are you considering your options? Consider this. Jesus had some options. We certainly weren’t worth his sacrifice and unconditional love…but He loved us….loves us …anyway. (He doesn’t even need blinders.) As his bride we’ve been cantankerous, grumpy, disobedient, willful, prideful, and just downright sinful. Yet he still loves us and desires His best for us. We know what it feels like to be loved the way he asks us to love our spouses.

May God give us blinders to options…may the windshield of our lives be filled with the image of our spouse. The one God gave us to love like he loves us.

Gear up! Well…wait a minute! Vol 40

Back in the early 80’s I lived and worked in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area. There were parts of my time there that were enjoyable (like getting my private pilot’s license and my commercial helicopter license and the friends I met) but the rest of the time felt like I was serving a sentence. It wasn’t you Texas…it was me.

Let’s just say that 22 years later I’m very happy to be back in New York even with the high taxes and goofy governor.

3165953840_c92f073161I do love to fly. If I hadn’t had a heart attack about 5 years or so ago, I’d still be flying. There are few things I’d rather do than talk about flying. I was single when I was working on my ratings so every extra dollar (and many that weren’t extra…) went into training and practice and “just for fun” I loved the freedom, I loved the precision, I loved the little bit of risk…

The last two years of my stint in Texas I worked for an aviation insurance agency. It was probably one of the best, crappy paying, highly satisfying jobs I’ve had to this day. After 8 years in the DFW area I announced I was moving back north, it was only then that my boss finally offered me a livable salary… but the lights of home, and the four real seasons were already drawing me… and not even the ability to pay my bills  on a regular basis could have kept me there.

Early on in my aviation insurance career I had written a policy for the largest FBO on Addison Airport field and as a result knew the owner well. That gave me a few flying perks. A better rate for renting planes for one, and the ability to fly just about anything she had for rent…which was a lot…some 50 planes from Aerobatic Cessna’s to speedy Belenca Super Viking…and a pair of Beechcraft Bonanzas to mention a few. I’ve always loved the lines of the Bonanza…from the big A36, to the Debonair to the old V-Tail. They are a beloved airplane. Easy to fly,  fast and comfortable.

One Saturday a buddy called and asked if I wanted to join he and a couple of friends for dinner at a Oklahoma airport about 45 minutes north of DFW. It was last-minute and I hadn’t scheduled a plane to rent but I drove down and looked at what was available. Now the procedure for renting complex airplanes is to have enough time in type so that an instructor could sign you off basically telling the FAA (if they should check) that you were competent to fly that aircraft. That day the Beechcraft V-Tail was available. It was faster than the Cessna by far but a lot more expensive. I did a quick calculation and figured that because I could get there a lot faster the money was a wash..the problem was that I hadn’t been checked out on this plane. I had time in the other, newer model, but not this one. But did that matter to me?…nope. I had been certified “bulletproof” by one of flying buddies so I picked up the keys and the checklist and headed for the ramp. Did a thorough walk around  and looked her over good, hopped in and started going through the checklist. Because this was a lot older aircraft, switches were different  and located in different places. No worries, I had flown probably 20 different flavors of airplanes at that time…I’d figure it out. I started up, got ATIS, talked to ground control and taxied out to the active runway where I did my run-up and everything was green. Tower gave me clearance to take-off and I roared away into the early evening with the idea that I’d have a nice dinner with friends in about 45 minutes.

As I lifted off and had a positive rate of climb I began searching the instrument panel for the gear lever to put the wheels up…no luck. Well… there was a switch that said “gear” on it, but I couldn’t make it do anything. Not wanting to admit I took off in an unfamiliar airplane, at night, and didn’t know how to put the gear up…I called the tower and said I was having trouble with my landing gear…which ilicited a terse radio message and a rapid response on the ground from a lot of people including emergency types. I clarified my situation and afer flying past the tower to verify that the gear was actually down..and then flying around the pattern for 15 minutes, I was cleared to land…and landed uneventfully, taxied to parking…shut down…and went to McDonalds.

I had intended to go to Oklahoma for a nice dinner with friends. But I never made it. Yea I had the tools. A license, and a plane to get there…but I couldn’t put the gear up and take advantage of the speed…I just roared around the pattern.

Intentions can be the Waterloo for us Christians. We are almost always well-intended. Roaring around life with our gear down never getting to the beautiful dinner with friends awaiting in OK…or wherever the next step with God will take us.

Why is that?

Are we afraid? Are we unprepared for a deeper walk or for God to strech our faith? Probably a little bit of all that. But here’s the thing…the big fish are in the deep water…whatever that “deep water” is for you.

The next day I went back to the same airplane with an instructor this time and learned how to put the gear up. I never forgot again.

How about you. Why not trust God, put your gear up and soar off into the wild blue of God’s plan for you.

Luke 5:1-7

 

 

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Heeeeer’s Daddy! Vol 39

AdobePhotoshopExpress_2013_05_01_222521Tomorrow my dad will have open heart surgery. He’s 83 and in pretty good health. We have a really good doc doing the work. Last week dad went in for tests and consultation to make sure the docs (and he) knew what to expect. As dad tells it…it was 4 long hours of what to expect…with take home materials and home work. As I write this tonight from my folks house, dad is scrubbing with disinfectant and following a lengthy scouring protocol that would put most clean freaks to shame. Anyway…having gone through a couple of big surgeries myself, all that knowledge can either comfort you…like “dude this is all under control”…or…well…not. I guess that depends on your mental outlook…or how much Xanax you’ve taken before the consult….don’t laugh…some of us get REALLY nervous! Dad however, seems to be taking all this in stride. He is one of the most stoic men I know, and takes a lot on himself so that his family won’t worry as much. (yea…yea…I KNOW worry is a sin…)

Mom and dad are at the age when their yesterdays are a lot deeper well then their tomorrows…at least if we are talking about them as earthlings. Our conversations have a lot more periods of reflection and shared memories then plans for tomorrow. Tonight while I was down in the basement dad was showing me tools set aside for my brother….and I’ll load up a drill press courtesy of dad for a small wood shop I’m dreaming about.

Tonight dad and I had a frank conversation about what would happen if he didn’t make it through the surgery. As uncomfortable as that was…it was another indication that dad knows the farther he gets from his birth…the closer he gets to heaven. Our earth suits will fall off one day in death. And as a former pastor used to say…no one ever died of good health. Our bodies groan to be changed as Paul tells us. While I know that to be true…I’m praying that we have mom and dad around many more years.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m praying that the docs do their job flawlessly and that after the 6 hour surgery dad wakes up in ICU and after a few days comes home and resumes life with all of us. That’s the way I’m praying. But after praying those same things for Lori just three years ago…the Lord decided to take her home anyway. Frankly I’m still trying to deal with the pain of that loss for myself and for my kids. I know that the God who loves me enough to send his only son to die on a cross for me…can love and carry me and my family through any pain or loss.

When I was young I used to wonder why mom would want me to spend time with my grandfather when he would occasionally come to visit. As a teenager I just didn’t have much in common with him and because I only saw him infrequently…it was a challenge for me to step out of my daily activity to honor my mom that way by getting to know her dad. I didn’t do it well. I didn’t have the perspective my mom did…so I didn’t have the relationship with him that she would have liked. I feel bad about that now…but then…I just couldn’t be bothered. Like most teens…Life was all about me.

Now, when my parents come to visit it’s rare that all the kids are home . And when they are, it’s difficult for them to step out of their lives to spend time with my folks…(even though they do a much better job than I did when I was their age.) I think maybe it’s because they have already experienced the loss of that relationship with their mom dying so young…while Brian and I have had the privilege of our parents love and support all our lives and are looking forward to it for as long as God gives them breath.

I wrote a little devotional not too long ago with the idea that we should love while we can, because you just can’t forever. That’s true. But today I’m writing to encourage you to “Love because you should” That might be splitting hairs…but one thought is based on understanding that time is short with the ones we love. Loving “because you should” is more about our responsibility and marching orders as believers. Christ said that the world will know we are his followers by the way we love one-another. He wants us to love as He loved us. Wow…

How’s your love life?

John 13:34 – “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another”

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