tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56056743032513333892010-05-01T06:46:46.550-07:00Informal Reflections on Life and MinistryLunarWorldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09399009837735161833noreply@blogger.comBlogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605674303251333389.post-78923331319551848842010-05-01T06:46:00.001-07:002010-05-01T06:46:46.573-07:00

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5 Years ago today, I was anxiously waiting for my wife to emerge from major Cancer surgery. A radical, rare, and deadly cancer had attacked her uterus and the prospects were bleak. The whole church was praying. People around the world were praying. A pastor friend with a gift of healing had called from England minutes before they rolled Deb into surgery. We were pleading for God for a miracle.

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Do you have a few prayers you have been praying for years? The kind you know you won't see the answer to for a long, long time? Do those prayers matter? Are there some things so big that you just must keep praying for them until you see the outcome?I just had one of those kinds of prayers answered and I must say...."How sweet it is!"; "Thank you Jesus!" When Deb found out she was pregnant we were

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One of my favorite movies is Mr. Smith goes to Washington...a classic movie about a bumpkin who goes to Washington D.C. only to be confronted by the twisted morals of money grabbing bankers and politicians. Although decades removed from the farm I often still feel like a country bumpkin, so it was with both excitement and reluctance that I went to Washington. When I arrived, I was confronted

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Yesterday, we took the staff to hear some of the great leaders of our time. Condolezza Rice, Colin Powell, Microsoft's President, Zig Ziglar, athlete Michael Phelps, and others. It was inspiring to hear their tales of sacrifice, hard work, lucky breaks, dedication, and climbs to greatness. Two common themes I heard were these: Focus and Passion. Focus yourself on the goals that really matter and

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I was racing home from the gym with a front tire on my bike that was deflating faster than the U.S. dollar in a recession. I thought I could make it and was within a block of home. As I roared around the final corner by tire slipped off the rim, launching me head first over the handlebars onto the pavement in the middle of the street. Blood was spurting everywhere...I wasn't sure my left eye

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My strengths as measured by the Gallup Strengths Finder Test are clustered around "ACTION!"- Achiever, Activator, Maximizer, Positivity, Futuristic. I am the guy with the TO DO list. My yearly GOAL list is exhausting just to look at. I like the way I am wired. I like shooting for the stars, even if I just hit the moon. I would rather burn out than rust out. I often say, "I have all eternity to

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It's strange when it happens on your block, or at an intersection you cross daily, or on your bike trail, or on the airline you fly frequently. It scares you when it happens too close to home! A man was shot on our block. A man my age was killed crossing the street at a crosswalk I use frequently.  A young father of two had a fatal bike crash on our bike trail. An Ethiopian airplane, my African

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A poll by the Pew Research Center reveals that "eighty-one percent of 18- to 25-year-olds…said getting rich is their generation's most important life goal." The second most important, according to the survey: being famous." Described as the "millennial" generation, 51 percent listed being famous as the second most important life goal! A Gallup Panel survey of 18- to 29-year-olds found that 55

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After receiving my Doctoral degree I was surprised at how much I still felt like myself. I thought I would be wearing the guru hat. I imagined I would be sitting on the mount of revelation and bestowing nuggets of wisdom to any who had the smarts to come to me with their biggest life questions. Nope. Instead it was still just me trying to figure out how to follow the living God and how to help

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I have a Blackberry and a Google Calendar. They are supposed to sync. Usually they do. Sometimes something in the technical heavens goes crazy and I am left with a totally absurd calendar that does not reflect reality whatsoever. I am out of sync. The calendar I am receiving and the calendar that reflects reality are misaligned. Sometimes God's calendar and my life's calendar are out of sync. I

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I jumped into Twitter and posted a few times but then I stopped. Not because of any philosphical objection but because I just kept forgetting to tweet and not caring that I had tweeted. But if I had been thinking more deeply about it like SKYE did in this article, then I probably would have written something similar. I am not an anti-twitter tweeterer, nor have I decided to forever silence my

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2009 closing. 2010 opening. Dec 29 in between. A time to reflect in the morning darkness by the fire. 0 to 52 preparation. 52 to 100 incarnation. I desire to be "the Word made flesh to my world". I yearn to burn with passion for Jesus and people. No circumstance can steal my oil - The Holy Spirit. Only I can quench the fire that's in my belly and on my head (Acts 2) Fill me. Spill me. Overflow.

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Tiger Woods is falling faster than the thermometer in Minnesota in January. The problem is the difference between the public image and the private reality. We wanted to believe that the amazing self-control Tiger exhibited on the golf course extended to the interior of his home. Instead the public persona was a carefully crafted cover for the rampant self-indulgence that existed below the

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Somewhere between the Turkey and Sweet Potatoes, it struck me like a down pillow in a late-night pillow fight, "It just doesn't get any better than this!". Envision what I was looking at...A stellar Southern California day coming to Michelangelo masterpiece sunset conclusion. A lazy ocean, like a mirror, reflecting God's artistry right on to our patio. A table decorated by Martha Stewart's twin,

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I remember my 10th birthday. I had always been able to blow out all of the candles on my cake in ONE breath. But when I looked at all TEN of those candles I panicked. This was going to be a two breath birthday cake!! Today is going to be tough. 52 Candles. That will probably be like 5 breaths, especially since my wife often gets the candles that come back to life. I hate those! Someone has

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"Run, Forest, Run." The great line from Forest Gump has become a classic in our house. I read a original and insightful book last week called "Born to Run". A study of the Tarahumara Indians of Copper Canyon in Mexico. They are known as the "Running People". 80 year old men can go out and run 30 miles. After loving running and running in marathons, I had not run distance in 10 years due to the

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B...O...R...I...N...G!! That's just what this three year old tow head said. He was walking through a fun filled pumpkin patch with rides and games and looked up at his dad and said..."boring!" I was thinking about his remark and about so many people in our great nation. With more entertainment than ever, with 239 channels from Direct TV, ipods, flat screens, mobile apps, cell phone, blue ray hi

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I used to dream of being the "world's greatest athlete". When I dreamed, I pictured myself as a "6 foot, 4 inch, hunk of herculean steel carved into rippling muscles". What a picture I had in my mind! I went on to be a decent athlete getting football scholarship offers to several schools. But I never came close to being the "world's greatest athlete". I recently had dinner with the REAL "

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The answer to Cancer is the power and people of Jesus Christ! If you are like me you know more and more people who are facing the curse of cancer. I personally have ten friends and family members fighting cancer. I hate cancer. It took my 82 year old grandmother and my 8 week old friend,Shamya. It doesn't care whether you are rich or poor, old or young, atheist or Christian. Often without rhyme

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Being from Kansas when I got out of elementary school for our summer vacation, I shouted one big "YeeHaw!" I was free from daily grind of worrying about homework, grades, tests, and pop quizzes. There was still a lot of work to do during the summer, after all this was the farm. But all the stress of fretting and worrying about tests, etc. was gone!  I believe the God wants his people to live

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I believe God is tossing the salad, not melting the metal. Salad bowl love is laying down our lives without losing our identity. When different metallic elements are melted in a pot, alloys are formed which have different properties from the original elements. In a salad, a tomato slice doesn't become a radish. In a melting pot, people lose their individual identity and try to become

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Oil and Fire. Follow my reasoning here. It's clear from scripture that the Holy Spirit  is pictured as both oil and fire. Zechariah's vision of a menorah, a lampstand with two olive trees beside it shows just one of those links between oil and fire, the Spirit and light. And that's why the Lord says, "Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord". Zechariah 4:6 In Acts 2:3,4 we

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In my world travels it is interesting to observe the devotion displayed to false gods. Muslims bowing down for prayer on trans-pacific flights, Hindus putting their daily worship sacrifices out for their gods, animists building their little altars to the river god or mountain god, witch doctors fasting and cutting themselves to coerce the spirits into action. But when I begin to observe a

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With my apologies to the old Burger King commercials,"Have it your way"...I was shocked to discover that Norway has been ranked as the best place in the world to live. Norway! (news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_depth/8290550) Norway...where six months out of the year the average temperature is below freezing. That may be "your-way" to live but it's "no-way" to live for me. Based on longevity, educational

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