366 days, thanks to a leap year.
A lot can change. A lot has changed.
To the dreams and aspirations from last year, good riddance.
To the new hope and the reality of my existence, let’s do this.
I try to be intentional with my son in the mornings on the way to school. I believe the time in the car is a great time to facilitate conversation, laugh and create a deeper bond with your kids.
This morning I had an interesting conversation with my four year old. It went like this… Continue reading…
I just recently took three and a half weeks away from Facebook. I have to be honest, it was the best three weeks I’ve had in a long time. I spent more time with people and doing things to deliberately build deeper community with those around me.
After the fifth person to approach me about not being able to invite me digitally to their birthday/gathering/bar mitzvah (okay, nobody did that last one) I decided that I needed to get back on and give a way for people to get in touch with me. Continue reading…
I have always heard that if you write your goals down, you are more likely to complete them. When I turned thirty I made a list of thirty things that I wanted to do before I turned 31. Some of the things on that list included: brew my own beer, go back to Alaska, run a marathon, learn a new instrument, and visit my sister in China.
If I’m honest, I sucked at the majority of the list. I didn’t run a marathon. In fact there were numerous items on that list that I never got around to completing.
I did brew my own beer. And for a season that allowed me to dream with the guys at Twelve Tribes Brewing. I did go back to Alaska through Creative Missions as we helped equip churches to reach their community through new websites, branding, videos and more. I then turned 31 and finally went to China to visit my sister last year. Once I turned 32 I picked up the banjo.
So maybe I should rename my original list to 30 things to do before I’m 62. Averaging 1 a year, it could be done!
But alas, I find myself in 2015 looking ahead at what is to come. Here are some of my goals for the world to see. Continue reading…
My son and I were driving around town a few months back. If you have preschool kids, your time in the car is probably a lot like mine. We spend it singing silly songs, answering every why question known to man (these end, right?), chasing trains and dreaming aloud about their destinations.
I was feeling even more quirky this day. I decided to speak using the most random and bizarre voices imaginable. I expected to hear laughter, but I got a response that I never expected.
4 year old: “Dad, Stop that!!!”
Me: “Stop what?”
4 year old: “Stop speaking in that voice!”
Me: (changing voices again) “Is this better?”
4 year old: “No! Stop it, Dad!”
At this point I was feeling a little sad. I was hoping we could be silly and laugh as we drove wherever we were going.
Me: “What voice do you want me to use?”
4 year old: “Your other voice. Your normal voice”
Me: “But there’s nothing funny about this voice…”
4 year old: “I like that voice. It’s your voice.”
It hit me…
…this simple truth spoken from the mouth of a child.
I spend a lot of time chasing after this ‘idea’ that if I could sing or play guitar like this person, or if only I could communicate as effectively as this other person…that then I would be effective and have an impact on others around me.
I have learned through the years that this isn’t just an ‘idea’… it’s simply a lie from the enemy to keep me from being who I was created to be.
My son was most satisfied when I stopped pretending to be somebody else and simply spoke in my own voice.
What voice are those around you hearing?
Let those voices come to an end as you walk in the strength of your own voice.
After all, it was give to you and only you.
This is the second track from our Christmas EP. Be sure to come to one of our Christmas Eve services to pick up a copy of the CD for free. See http://www.daystargso.com for times and locations.
I’m blessed to be able to help lead worship with an entire team that passionately seeks to bring glory and honor to God more than themselves. As you prepare your hearts for Christmas, enjoy this first track from our Christmas EP.
It is Wednesday. After 8000+ miles of travel, I am back at home. And yes, it’s lonely out there. Same roads, same songs. New places, new faces. No place foreign, but all things new.
Sometimes I think it’s my body that takes most of the beating from the endless touring, when in fact, it may actually be the dashboard of my car. Whether I’m venting my frustration (aloud to myself), enduring for hours on end my CD players belching, my talking to myself in quiet tones, braving the enigma that is modern radio, or the vast silence of radial tires humming for hours on end. The dashboard is a slave to the turning wheel, which is, in turn, a slave to me. They go where I bend them. In good running order they will succumb quietly. Aside from that, their submission is not so peaceable.
If only dashboards could talk… What would mine say about me? It’s seen me laugh hysterically with my friends, seen me pick my nose, seen me dry my tear-filled eyes, watched me eat scores of grilled steak soft tacos, heard me rant and rave about the lack of quality radio, heard me pray, heard me swear like a proud sailor, and seen me humble as a mouse. Were it possible, all the incriminating evidence a judge and jury would ever need to convict me of the “crime”of Insecurity could be wrested from the endless dials and knobs of plastic and metal moulds that comprise this dashboard. But it knows no better. It is a slave in the masters hand. It goes where its masters will bends it. It knows no rebuke, no rebellion, no angst. It bears me where I willingly go that I may bare my soul; sometimes into a lions den. I am a $34-a-night musical prostitute, willing to give all that is dear and within me for an on-the-house meal and some gas money. I am no saint for doing it. The dashboard can tell you that I am most assuredly not.
Is it worth the miles? The money? Worth the endless cycles of knock down, drag out fights within myself and worth the dashed hopes within my own soul? Probably not. But is it worth gleaning an ounce of respect from an audience of 10? Is it worth offering a moment, if only brief, of edification? Worth receiving that moment of edification? You bet. But just like the odometer, ask me that tomorrow and I may have changed my mind.