Grapes+Peas

Have our holidays caused grace and peace to become a powerless household items?

Tis the season to be slightly cynical. Our malls, greeting cards, and coffee cups have been littered with slogans offering grace and peace, but all they have become is a shiny piece of tinsel and wrapping paper to be balled up and thrown away.

They’ve become cliche. They’ve become as unnecessary as a daily dose of grapes and peas.

As American citizen we practically can recite Amazing Grace, from start to finish, better than The Pledge of Allegiance. But do we actually know what we’re singing? Do we actually know the power of the words that cover our presents?

Peace has become a mindless gesture of departure, and an ideal for global harmony that may lead to a cease-fire for a day to honor December 25th. Is it actually attainable through Christmas carols and decor?

Or by the grace of God.

The Apostle Paul, one of the first missionaries of Jesus, wrote a majority of the New Testament in the form of letters to different churches in the Middle East and Mediterranean. In every letter, Paul opens with a variation of, “grace and peace from God the Father, and Christ Jesus our savior.” Are Paul’s words important, or could they be replaced with grapes and peas and hold the same meaning? The phrase is included in each of his letters, it must be important, and therefore deserves a little more attention than a Lexus commercial.

Paul’s mission in life was to proclaim the Good News of God, and grace and peace was the essence of his message. Pastor and author, Rob Bell describes Paul’s grace and peace as “the free expression of love and harmony from God.” It’s the grace of God that leads to peace with God, and all people. It’s the thing everyone wants.

Grace is offering forgiveness and hope to those who don’t deserve it. Grace is making the first move. Grace is favoring the unfavored. Grace is understanding that we too were broken, filthy, shameful, and cold.

Peace is every type of good. Peace is harmony. Peace is contentment in grace. Peace is freedom from trying to earn love by our own effort. Peace is rest. Peace is not obtained through war.

The reason we’re always at war with our enemies, other people, and ourselves is ultimately because we’re at war with God. God retaliates with love made evident through His grace offered through the sacrifice of Jesus, which, when received, leads to peace with God. If we can be at peace with God, then peace with man is possible.

Peace will spread when grace is given. Grace is the only gift the world can’t give. And it’s the only gift man can receive that will bring about peace.

Paul began EVERY LETTER with “grace and peace”. Essentially he entered every church he wrote to with the free expression of the love and harmony of God.

What if we entered everywhere we went with grace and peace?

Our offices. Our Schools.

Our homes. Our churches.

Our conversations. Our enemy’s territory.

Jesus entered enemy territory so we could enter into a relationship with God.

And, that’s more powerful than wrapping paper.

:: The French Pressed Four ::

: April Walker :: Thanks for showing Katy Grace+Peace!

:: MuteMath :: I’m willing to give the Muse status.

::: John Mayer :: Battle Studies

:::: Howard Chadwick :: A life well lived!

Scary Jesus

I’ve never been a huge fan of the label “Jesus Freak”. The title implies that I could be so crazy about Jesus that I scare people. Is this what Jesus wants? Some buddies of mine and I went to one of those walk through haunted houses one time when I was in college. We walked in with major swagger, like nothing could shake us. After a calm stroll through the first hallway things changed when everything went black. For the rest of the time we ran through the dark maze delirious. We were officially freaked.

As Christians should our lives freak people out? Scare them away? Or, turn them off to the message of Jesus?

I think many of us who follow Jesus now feel relieved because you don’t have this reputation and identity. But the harder question to answer is: do our lives turn people towards a relationship with Jesus, at all?

There actually shouldn’t be any Christian radicals. There shouldn’t be any “Jesus Freaks”. But, if we call ourselves Christians our lives should be radically different. There’s an author named Dallas Willard who has really shaped my perspective on the Christian life. He writes, “The disciple of Christ desires above all else to be like Him.” The ultimate goal of a Christian is to do what Jesus did and said. And He did some pretty radical things.

For instance, Jesus tells those who follow Him in Luke 6:27, “Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.” This contradicts everything our culture stands for. Our culture tells us to get revenge, withhold forgiveness, and reject those who reject you. But this isn’t the way of Jesus.

The way of Jesus is counter-cultural. The way of Jesus doesn’t make sense to the world. The way of Jesus is radical. If we actually did what Jesus commanded us to do, would people notice?

Who hates you? Who do you hate?

Love them, do good to them, bless them, and pray for them!

This is the way of Jesus. This way is radical. And when we desire to be like Him, our friends, enemies, and the world will notice and encounter Jesus.

Choose Ungratefulness

Because it’s easier to think that having more is better.

That our parents haven’t given us anything.

That having a “dislike” button will make us like Facebook more.

That a new wardrobe is necessary each change of season.

That we can abuse our rights and freedom.

That we’ve never been shown mercy, so we shouldn’t be expected to show mercy.

That what we’ve learned, experienced, and received is worthless.

That there’s nothing good about our lives.

That our current friends won’t make us popular, successful, or rich, so we can ditch them.

That FML is an accurate way to describe our lives.

That our spouses don’t satisfy.

That school sucks.

That we’ve never been forgiven, so we don’t have to offer forgiveness.

That our situation is the worst of all.

That having the new version will make us content.

That police officers are “pigs”.

That the food on the table is dissatisfactory.

That life would be better if they were dead.

That complaining actually makes getting something worthwhile.

That we deserve more.

That having a job isn’t good enough.

That we’ve never been served, so we’re not obligated to serve.

That Jesus should have done more.

That we’ve never been loved, so we don’t have to extend love.

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Gratitude is hard.

Choose Jesus. Choose Gratitude.

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:: The French Pressed Four ::

: Being with these guys this coming Saturday ::

:: Hello Hurricane :: It was nice streaming you.

::: Elevation Church :: Bought the entire FHC staff lunch on Wednesday.

:::: The Attitude of Gratitude Challenge :: For the remainder of November tell someone different everyday that you’re thankful for them and why.

We Can’t Love

Will you let God love you?

I’ve never thought about this before. I’m realizing that I live to let God know that I love Him. This isn’t the first time I’ve been confronted by my perspective and reaction toward God. Growing up I struggled trying to earn God’s love. Throughout college I grew tired trying to attain peace with God by pleasing people. Shrapnel of those misconceptions and misunderstandings is still lodged within me, misguiding my understanding of God and treatment of people on those wrong-side-of-the-bed-rainy-days.

Or when I forget that I am loved.

A lot of my history is marked and marred with attempts to right my wrongs and perfect myself. A broken person trying to fix broken things only leads to greater brokenness. I don’t like to admit I’m broken, but I do like to think I’m unloved.

There’s a story in the Bible about a man who marries a prostitute. Actually, God wants the man to marry her so He can make a point. Hosea marries the prostitute and they have children together. She then leaves him to reengage in her former way of life. God then gives Hosea directions to go back and get her, to pursue her, to recapture her heart.

For the relationship to work the woman has to let Hosea love her. She has to let him embrace her, lead her, forgive her, and renew her.

Hosea represents God, and I have been asked if I will let Him love me.

I know my story is intermingled and overlaid with rebelling against God and rejecting His love. I know He made the first move to win me back, pursue me, and capture my heart so He could renew and transform me.

Now will I let Him love me to continue the process?

The writer of Romans reveals that it is the kindness of God that leads to repentance. Repentance gets a bunch of bogus and negative criticism, but it actually means to turn from to turn towards. The message here is crucial, God’s love turns us from our rebellion and rejection, turning us toward His renewal and transformation. God’s love enables us to love God.

Will I let God love me so I can love Him?

Giving God this type of permission and power requires trust. If I really let God love me I’ll have to allow Him to remove the shrapnel of my past and my lingering rebellion and rejection. Because, His love removes and replaces. Destroys and rebuilds. Denies what we want so He can gives us what He has. Works surgery on the wounds we hide. Empowers us to love others correctly. Messes up our plans and popularity. Permits us to love like Him. Casts out fear and calls in peace. Breaks cycles and starts movements. Allows us to rest in what He’s done instead of stressing over what we have to do. Requires me to love those who hate me and forgive those I can’t stand. Disables and repairs. Offends the self-righteous and the insecure, the intellectual and the idiot. Brings the far away close by. Moves the comfortable to places of discomfort. Gives us what we never dreamed we’d have. And, can’t be controlled, bottled, or sold.

His love enables us to love Him like we never could.

I don’t trust Him to love me this way because it would mean that I would have to give up my attempts to let God know that I love Him, by myself.

So, will you?

:: The French Pressed Four ::

: Empire State of Mind :: Jay-Z

:: Jon Foreman :: “If you approach the world with the apron of a servant, then you are allowed to go places that you can’t go if you approach it with the crown of a king.”

::: Headache :: The boy in front of her does give a valiant effort

:::: TMok’s 3 B’s of the AM :: Basketball, Brew, and Bible

Mindless Banter

Has technology in your life ever reversed?

I was introduced to this question and the idea behind it a couple weeks ago while reading a book about how technology shapes our faith. Basically, can the technology we use to assist and amplify our five sense ever reverse on us leading to unintended consequences? For instance, the cell phone is an extension of our ear enabling us to connect and communicate with anyone anytime. The cell phone can reverse on us when we are always available all the time; we allow the cell phone to interrupt meals with friends, face to face conversations, and family time.

The idea really hit me between my mind when the writer took the question a little farther, “What would it look like for the book you’re reading right now to reverse?” This question made me feel like I was choking on the pages.

I’m an avid reader, but this question forced me to ask myself, “why do I read?”

I don’t read many fictional books, so, for the most part the entertainment factor was eliminated.

I don’t read from multiple genres, so, a broad literary perspective isn’t it either.

After I put the book down, I continued to choke on the question. A book will reverse on me when I read it to be told what to do and how to think. Instead of using my mind to process the material and decide for myself, I let books do my thinking for me.

Jesus said that the greatest of all commands to live by is to love God with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength. As a guy I always understood loving God with your mind to mean pure and lust free thoughts. I think that is part of it, but that’s not the extent. Are we also using our minds to understand, contemplate, and decide things about life, relationships, and God?

We make good use of our brains. But, how often is our usage passive, and how much is active? How much of the reading that I take in with my eyes do I process thoughtfully, and how much do I receive without question?

Do I love God with my mind when I take a mental vacation?

How many of us have been given creative, strategic, musical, logical, insightful, or empathetic minds and refuse to use them because it is tiring, taxing, or too challenging?

I’ve come to realize that I have a habit of giving my mind a break when I’m praying. When I pray, “God, thank you for this day,” am I really conscious of my gratitude for the day I’m praying about? Would we think, act, and live differently if we were thoughtfully thankful for our days?

Would we write FML in our Facebook statuses every time something didn’t go our way? Didn’t fit into our plans? Didn’t make us happy?

Romans 12:2 explains that our thoughts influence our choices, and ultimately our choices influence the outcome of our lives. So what happens when we don’t use our minds? Do we become the product of other’s thoughts and opinions? So, who are we becoming because we’ve checked our brains at the door?

Are we doing certain things because we’ve never actually thought about it, we just accepted someone’s opinion?

How many of us are in a dangerous spot because we’re Christians who have given no thought to what we believe?

How many of us aren’t Christians because we’ve embraced the opinions of others instead of using our God-given brains to discover the truth?

But that’s just my opinion.

:: The French Pressed Four ::

: Anniversary in Charleston, SC :: Sleeping in, Poe’s Tavern, and Hyman’s Seafood.

:: Ryan Carson :: It was your birthday!

::: Martin Luther :: Discovering grace forces you to stand for truth.

:::: Throw it on the ground! :: I’m an adult! Mannnnn.

Who Will Get Me? My Feelings or My Wife?

I’ve been married for 4 years. My Sweet and I celebrated in a way only the Lesher’s could – orange rolls, outmeal squares, and recommitment.

Abbey and I meet 6 years ago in a copier room. She was looking fly in a classic pair over overalls and I was bumbling around flippin copies. She doesn’t remember this momentous occasion, but there’s nothing like the combination of copies and overalls to create chemistry.

We dated for 7 months, were engaged for 5 months, and spent our honeymoon in Cancun with 1,500 people in a warehouse (but that’s another story). Take us out to eat to celebrate and we’ll tell ya.

I’ve heard people talk about the first couple years of marriage as the honeymoon stage, when couples are young and in love. To an over analytical mind does this mean that the honeymoon stage ends when you’re old and in love? Or, when your young and out of love? Or, when you’re out of both?

During our 4 years of marriage Abbey and I have had our times when love ran high and other times when we’ve had to scrounge up all the love we could muster. So, based on the definition above we’ve been in and out of the honeymoon stage; and truth is, if age is a factor we have no chance of staying in it for very long anyways.

I don’t buy the honeymoon stage idea. I’m young and I love my wife. But I won’t be young forever and love is an unpredictable emotion. When I married Abbey I made a commitment to a person not to an age or an emotion.

Our culture is afraid to make lasting commitments because if our feelings change we’re stuck doing something we don’t feel “good” about anymore. This is something I wrestle with on a regularly basis. I want my way. I want to call the shots. I want to control things.

Singleness has it’s perks.

Marriage has it’s sacrifices.

When I was single I could treat my life, my living room, my car, my money, and my calendar like I wanted. When I got married my agenda  collided with Abbey’s. My life isn’t my own anymore. When agendas collide feelings get involved and people get hurt. It’s here in our pain that we begin to question our commitments. Forgiveness frees us to uphold our commitments and forces us to communicate our feelings.

The invitation to follow Jesus is, “come and die.” As a bachelor I thought I knew what this meant and how to do it. I had no idea. When I got married I began learning what it meant to die to myself to love, lead, and serve Abbey better. In turn I began learning what the invitation to follow Jesus meant.

Don’t misunderstand what I’m saying. Singles can totally learn what it means to die to themselves to live for Jesus. Marriage, for me, has been one of God’s ways showing me what it means to follow Jesus.

Marriage is a commitment to a person not a feeling.

Following Jesus is very similar, it’s a commitment to follow a person despite a crisis in feelings.

Feelings are really important for faith and marriage. Feelings accentuate life. They also accentuate faith and marriage.

The question I must continually brew on is, will I allow my commitment to Jesus to shape my commitment to Abbey, or will I allow my feelings to compromise both commitments? Who will get me?

Die to yourself to fulfill your commitments.

My feelings are important, but my commitment is to Abbey, and man she’s worth it! Happy anniversary!

:: The French Pressed Four ::

: My Sweet :: To the moon!

:: 4 Years :: Flying by with my best friend.

::: Muse Media Player :: www.muse.mu/ (thanks AJC!)

:::: Drops Like Stars Tour :: I missed it, but my friends who went said it was money. If it’s coming by your town don’t do what I did.

Choose Lust

Because it’s easier to think that people are objects to consume.

That the grass is greener on the other side.

That what “stays in Vegas” is a legitimate motto to live by.

That we can use “love” to get sex.

That we can use sex to get “love”.

That committing to one person is unfulfilling.

That you’re stronger than and can handle “the heat of the moment”.

That her body is more valuable than her heart and her future.

That giving it a “test run” is a proper way to prepare for marriage.

That doing what everyone else is doing is a secure identity to depend on.

That “friends with benefits” isn’t an escape mechanism used by guys to avoid commitment.

That pornography won’t damage present and future relationships.

That self-control is unattainable.

That she would be better than who you’re currently with.

That feelings should dictate our faith.

That your worth is based on how many you’ve slept with.

That our cravings should determine our behavior.

That it’s ok to do it in your mind if you’re not doing it in a bed.

That no one waits anymore.

That our sexuality is only physical and has nothing to do with our spirituality.

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Purity is hard

Choose Jesus. Choose Purity.

Well Dressed Cavemen

The Dallas Cowboys just played, and lost (had to throw that in there, I’m a Redskins fan), their first game in the new Cowboys Stadium on Monday night. The stadium is colossal. It is a monument to progressive architecture and design. The arena cost over one billion dollars, it’s capacity is over 110,000, and the jumbotron stretches from 20 yard line to 20 yard line. It is a behemoth demonstrating the creative abilities of mankind.

It’s not just our ability to design stadiums that showcases our skill at excelling, changing, and advancing. The iPod is a household name of innovation. Musicians must be progressive to release new music. Doctors continually search out ways to eliminate cancer and offer effective health care to keep people alive.

We have come a long way.

One of the most booming eras of cultural development was the Renaissance. Taking place between the 14 and 17 centuries great advancements were made artistically, socially, and culturally. A way of living and thinking that the Renaissance emphasized was Humanism and Humanitarianism. Both of these stress the innate ability within mankind to develop and grow in ways that benefit and contribute to an upstanding society. This is undeniable except in one area, mankind as a whole isn’t getting any better. We haven’t made any movement, we’re still primitive. We’re cavemen, we just dress better.

Despite all the technological and social advancements, nothing has changed about people.     

One of the earliest stories in the Bible is about two brothers, Cain and Abel. As the story goes, Cain got jealous of Abel and eventually killed him.  This sibling rivalry took place thousands of years ago. The same happens today, we just know how to cover it up, explain it away, and justify things. We steal, kill, and destroy just like Cain and Abel. We have exceeded in all things except individual character and quality.

The problem isn’t our progressivism, it’s that we have put our faith in our progressivism to save, heal, and redeem our lives. Our buildings are unbelievable, our apps are abundant, and our search engines can make decisions for us. But our hearts are broken.

We haven’t moved a bit.

Both the Old Testament and New Testament talk about the concept of circumcising the heart. Removing something to repair it. Shocking, isn’t it, but it gets to the point of our problem – something needs to be removed so we can move forward. Our ability to enhance is causing us to believe we can enhance our attitude and behavior. Reality is, as we continue to create we’ll continue to kill, unless…

Our fallenness has corrupted our lives. We need the foreskin of fallenness cut away from our hearts. It means surgery, it means pain, and it means change. Change we’ve tried to attain, but have failed at for thousands of years. Jesus is our surgeon and His death on the cross is the most progressive act a human being has performed. The act of dying so others can start transforming is something our human abilities would never have conjured up.

:: The French Pressed Four ::

: The drive on Rt. 9 :: 5 hours to the beach by myself was perfect

:: A last second field goal on Monday night :: Even if they aren’t my team it feels good

::: Advance Ministry Volunteers :: Cream of the crop

:::: Sunset Beach :: Rest

Surrender to

This blog post may end up being a jumbled mess of thoughts on my frailty.

Dang! I am more frail and fragile than I realize, and you are too.

I took my first motorcycle ride in Texas, on a crotch rocket, on the highway. Some of our best friends we’re getting married a couple years ago. My wife was in the bridal party so we got to spend a couple days in that incredibly flat and dusty state – tumble weeds and desperadoes everywhere. I, not knowing anyone but the bride and groom, got to spend a lot of time with Harry Potter and the bride’s dad. Not being the groom meant I could be boys with the father of the bride and boys we became.

In the garage were two motorcycles. There was the hog, the chopper, the throne on wheels. And then there was, at least in my eyes, the go-kart of motorcycles – that one was mine. I had never rode one before so Poppa Bear got me situated, and affirmed that I succeeded at stalling the bike well. Once I got the shift and rev mechanism sequence down we headed off throughout the neighborhood.

We were the dynamic duo. And I felt like I’d been riding for years.

Then we turned the corner, hit an on ramp, and sped onto the highway. *Cue soiled shorts joke here.* What?!? The highway! Does the captain know that I now  feel like I am riding on a graham cracker naked? Yeah, I’m freaked. And now I’m realizing I’m frail.

Kanye West (who may know a little more about frailty these days) dropped a flow about frailty once, rappin, “And I heard ‘em say, nothin’s ever promised tomorrow, today.” This makes we wonder how much I take my todays and tomorrows for granted.

Is tomorrow really a guarantee for any of us?

I attended a funeral this week and a couple months ago I sat in a field with a friend after his close relative died. Both occasions caused me to contemplate and accept the absence of those who were once alive. They’re gone. I’ll be gone one day.

So why do I think I’m invincible, untouchable, able to escape the thing no one has been able to run far enough away from?

I think everyone acknowledges the fact that they’re frail. They indicate this by what they surrender to.  We either surrender to ourselves and try to deny our frailty by efforts to escape or ignore the reality of death. Or we surrender to God’s salvation, a humble response to the fact of our frailty.

A writer from way back in the day named, Thomas a Kempis, reflecting on our frailty and susceptibility to sin wrote, “O how great is the frailty of man, which is ever prone to evil! Today you confess your sins, and tomorrow you commit again the sins you confessed.” But people don’t admit they struggle with sin daily, and in an attempt to flee from our flaws we surrender to ourselves. We don’t want to admit that 100% of people die either. The book of Romans tells us that, “The wages of sin is death.” Is there is a connection between our sin and our frailty.

Can we really make ourselves better?

Is self-help really helping?

The Bible is full of quotes describing life as a mist, vapor, fading like the morning dew. When I surrender to myself I reject those claims because I don’t want to have to face the reality that there will be a day I won’t exist. When people surrender to salvation they’re admitting their incapability to sin less, correct their crookedness, and escape the grave.

One of the most famous prayers of the church goes like this, “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.” This sounds like surrender. And surrender means giving up, giving over, and giving in. And why do we hesitate to surrender in this manner?

Because we can save ourselves.

But what are we saving ourselves from, and what are we saving ourselves for?

Let us pray, “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, I’m frail.” Amen.

:: The French Pressed Four ::

: Switchfoot :: For some reason they’ve been therapeutic this week

:: Fuse Staff :: Youth ministry staff at New Spring Church…top notch kinda peeps

::: Habakkuk 3:2 :: Rocked my world all week

:::: Jay Leno Show :: He’s gonna run that 10 o’clock spot

Wrestle for Salad

The movie Nacho Libre, staring Jack “Cheeelllooo” Black was on the other day…and fortunately I got sucked in. Go ahead and get sucked in yourself!

“I ate some bugs, I ate some grass, I used my hands to wipe my tears.” Awesome, huh? I thought so too.

Anyways. The plot of the story revolves around the athletic endeavors of the monk, Ignacio (Jack Black’s character), to enhance the quality of the orphanage and monastery he serves. He is a chef and disregarded socially and financially. This doesn’t stop his desire to offer the orphans more than slop each meal.

Ignacio has a secret though, he loves professional wrestling. To pursue this would be to betray his vow to the monastery. His dream to wrestle drives him to disguise himself and compete under the identity of Nacho Libre. After a discouraging defeat, while sitting in the locker room, he is given an envelop of money for participating. An unexpected surprise to say the least.

The next day Ignacio, the lowly monk, whips up a healthy serving of salad, with all the fixings, to all those in the orphanage. It is a day of celebration. The celebration occurs because they didn’t have to eat crap anymore, which was the result of Ignacio using his wrestling reward to benefit others.

What do you love to do?

How can you benefit others by doing it?

The Bible is full of stories and teachings instructing us to live in such a way that others benefit by our efforts. Jesus modeled this in the ultimate manner by loving people enough to leave heaven to serve and save those on earth.

I usually do the things I love for my benefit. I’m motivated by my enjoyment. I drink coffee because I like it. I serve others because it feels good. And I write this blog to boost my ego. When the motivation behind these things is flipped others lives can actually be impacted.

Why do you do what you love?

How could others benefit by you doing it?

I have a good friend who plays drums, because he loves to, but he does it along with a band so teenagers can engage in worshipping God. Another friend of mine just participated in a bike race, which he loves to do, that took place to raise awareness and funds for cancer treatment. Another friend of mine loves basketball so much that for years he couldn’t help coach and train others to become better players. Their love for something extended beyond personal benefit.

Basically, how can we wrestle for salad?

The Bible takes this idea a little bit further, “Whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” This was the true motivation behind Jesus’ mission on earth. Though His mission – to rescue men and women from the bondage of sin – benefits those who receive it, ultimately it exalted God above all.

This challenges me as I drink coffee, serve others, and write this blog. I am directed to do these things not just because I love them, or to benefit others, but to glorify God.

This puts some parameters around those things we love doing. There are plenty of people who love getting high, gossiping, and throwing eggs at people’s cars. And people will try to tell you they can be done for the benefit of others, in some twisted way, as well. The difficult issue is, how can we honor God by doing what dishonors Him?

On the other hand, it actually gives us a lot of freedom to do the things we love to do. It’s easy to think, because it’s in the Bible it means all we can do is go to church, play organs, wear maroon colored choir robes, be a priest or pastor, and respond to every situation with cheesy church answers. The verse mentioned above is actually giving us permission to do the things we love with a divine motivation. So, surf, rock climb, play guitar, write poetry, roll sushi, make pottery, parent, own a dog (which is one of the hardest ones for me), breakdance, bird watch, program computers, take photos, design clothing, scuba dive, and even wrestle. Do it to please God, and if you have the opportunity, do it to benefit others as well.

I hardly ever think about it, but next time I brew a cup I’m going to try to do it to honor God; and let me know if you’re interested and I’ll brew an extra cup for you.

:: The French Pressed Four ::

: Fish Tacos :: Give them a shot this week

:: Yo Gabba Gabba :: Weird educational programming

::: Voltron :: Bumped into an episode on YouTube

:::: Forgotten God :: Francis Chan’s new book