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I'm Church Leader, Writer, Speaker, Marketer, Kindness Project Founder, Broadcaster and Superhero. But most important I'm a Husband, Father and a worshiper of Jesus.

30 August 2006

4 Stories

Story 1:

6:20 am. I was hosting the morning show on Brantford's first Christian radio station in its infancy stage. While manually changing out of date Amy Grant CD's in a tiny sweat box of a booth, God spoke to me that it was time to begin having kids. He led me to Psalm 128:3 Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your sons will be like olive shoots around your table.

My wife had been ready for quite some time for kids (even though we were only mid 20's) but this was the first time that the thought had crossed my mind. While scared out of my mind, since I had literally never held a baby EVER!! We began to try to have our first child. The process reminded me of when I was about to propose to Krissy. We both new it was going to happen eventually, so ever day that went by and it didn't happen, she got more annoyed.

One morning I went to host the show and got home around 9:30am and a Passion CD was playing unusually loudly. Chris Tomlin was singing "all of you, is more than enough for me..." Krissy looks at me with tears in her eyes and said, "I'm pregnant". We cried, worshiped and prayed. Jared: Meaning Descendant

Story 2:

Things were not well at the radio station. Rumors about lack of funds permeated every good intention. At the same time, God led us to take a step of faith and release another Carrol into the world. We were giddy with excitement at the prospect of adding to the number in our home. I honestly don't remember the when and how we found out that Krissy was pregnant, because it was about that time that I showed up for work, only to find the doors locked.

We had just told our whole family about the baby when all of a sudden, there was no money for us to be paid, God asked us to give our car away to a stranger and while waiting for a bus, we lost the baby... all within a couple week span. The numb was stinging. But because we don't find our hope in this world, we went to church and worshiped to the song "Blessed be your Name". We sang the lyrics, "when the darkness closes in Lord, still I will sing..." We chose to believe it, and then were allowed to experience it.

It became the most humbling period of time in our lives. I would NOT trade it for anything

Story 3:

After month's of having no income, God provided to me a job working landscaping with a good friend for a couple of months. The first day I came home feeling like I was literally about to die (sitting behind a microphone for a living will do that to a dude!). Krissy and I, as undaunted reproducers, held on to God's promises about a fully house. I have always wanted a daughter. It began a teenager watching Field of Dreams as Ray Kinsella loving put his daughter Karen to bed. I thought... "I want to love a daughter that way". I want to look at a little girl so full of fatherly love... so that she new that nothing could harm her cause Daddy is there.

I was working out in our basement one evening during the "trying" period and God said, "I'm going to give you a daughter and she will be the apple of your eye". Now that's cool thing to hear. So I held on to it.

It was a rainy fall day, we were driving in the oversized Diesel truck, and I was damp through 3 layers of clothing. Packing it in for the day I borrowed my friend's cell phone to tell my wife that I would be home a little late. She seemed to be a little goofy/giddier that usual. "What's your deal?" I asked. "I'm pregnant" she non-chalontly said. I big smile came over my spirit. Aislin: Meaning vision

Story 4:

When my wife and I were dating, one of the first "getting to know you" things she shared with me was that she wanted 6 kids. We've haggled a bit, but when it comes to family, I've determined that God listens to her first. And that's not a joke, but to her it's one of those very Biblical "Desires of her heart". It's a key to her destiny. I want more that 2 kids... without even thinking... but when a mind begins to think... it thinks about money... space of the house... number of bedrooms... SANITY!

God spoke to Krissy this summer that it was time for #3. In fact, God's been speaking to us about this one for about 3 years. We know the sex, name, personality, part of the destiny... it's very exciting. I was apprehensive, even going as far as to say that I didn't want a 3rd until I was ready. Flesh arrogance. I "cycle" went by with me living in stubborn disobience, when God finally confronted me. I met up with my family camping after work a few months ago and shared this news with my wife who gave me a bold, "I told you so" type reaction.

We knew the time is now... that the baby does not belong to us... and that it would not take long. We went away a few weeks ago on our first vacation in many years, with many of our family and friends joking about coming back pregnant. The joke was on them. God had already told Krissy that she was. We almost didn't even confirm it we were so sure. And God was right.
In April... little Carrol #3 will be here.

29 August 2006

Am I becoming a freakin' hippie???

I like taking photographs less and less. I used to think it was just because I just hated carrying camera's around. And I do hate that. It makes enjoying the day difficult. If I focus all my time on capturing special events for posterity and I don't actually have enough fun to be worth remembering. And carrying things annoy me. Davey don't need no restrictions!

As God's teaching me more and more about intimacy, I'm learning that embracing intimate moments is all about the present. The past is the framework for intimacy, just like the future is the fruit of it. But without living in the present and embracing every moment, memories are shallow and foundations are without resolve.

There used to be nothing I despised more than the hippie lifestyle. I was sure that, had I grown up in that time and place, I would have been a dead American teenager in Vietnam. The shirking of responsibility linked to that lifestyle is still very repugnant to me... and I'm far from chasing butterflies across a dewy meadow... but I'm actually beginning to be satisfied with less. I'm finding freedom (gradually) in relinquishing my attachment to THINGS. I'm growing in my ability to find heavenly things as my real treasure. The trick is that it comes at the expense of earth-treasure.

My computer has gone for a proverbial dump. It's at home right now weeping out loud for a new hard drive. Shhh... listen.. can you hear it. OK stop listening. It's inanimate dummy! Because God has mercifully blessed us with a close friend who (out of the goodness of his heart) helps us with our computer... years of our un-backed-up files have been saved. This includes almost a year of family pictures that we thought for sure we were going to lose.

At first this had my wife and I in a panic. All those moments gone! But you know what? People have an almost unhealthy attachment to the past. I will never forget when I watched Aislin take her first steps... because it's in my heart. Pictures can even blur the REAL things from the past. It's the feeling I'm in love with anyway... not what she happened to look like. Embrace the now means taking the joy that was in my heart from that moment and lavishing my affection on Aislin today. I want to be in my daughter's life 100% when I get home from work. That moment was nice and all... but our God always changes us from GLORY TO GLORY. So who I am today is better than who I was in a photograph, because I'm more like God... and so is she.

Things are temporal. Computers are not to be trusted. The Refiners Fire should snap us to attention in an age where value is misplaced and fools gold is sought after at all costs. And worse yet... when we get our fools gold, we are conned into believing that we can't live without it. Hippie's had something with the minimalist concept. I wouldn't even know how to go about becoming one... but there is nothing quite as free as a big dirty hippie dude playing hacky sack in the park without a care in the world. Embracing the moment. Whatever it takes God. I'm in.

25 August 2006

Revolution Blog

Hey Big Ear folks, my apologies for my infrequent posting. My computer has been EXPLODED over the last couple of weeks and am currently looking for a new hard drive (Boo Hoo). I have also been working on a new blog for and about Revolution, which is the Multi-Denominational, Holy Ghost calling down, Unity driven Young Adult Ministry that I've been leading for the past year


I am going to continue posting on Big Ear but use it more for my own personal thoughts about the world and it's truth/odities... but I would love to have everyone stop by "Brantford Revolution" and find out what's going on in Brantford City of God with my powerfully driven generation of worshipers that are going to lead the spiritual takeover of city... in Jesus name!

Talk soon... must weekend now...

15 August 2006

The rest of the story

Yesterday I told you about the fun part of our trip. Things changed a bit once we got over the border back into in the Great White North. Krissy and I were relaxed and anxious to get home and see our kids before they went to bed. We also had full bladders so we stopped to pee. When we returned to our van and turned the key... it made an "unfortunate" sound. It wouldn't start.

As a man, my duty is to immediately walk outside of the car and pop the hood. Knowing that...

a) I had no idea what I was looking at
b) I wouldn't be able to tell what was broken even if I was looking right at it

c) Even if I could tell what was wrong, I don't posses the capacity to fix... well... anything

... I remained stymied and immediately felt like throwing up. We found a shop open at 3pm on a Friday and quickly had the van towed there, where we found a very kind man who did not screw us over since he could have bilked us out of much money... and a weekend being stuck in Windsor. Turns out, about half of the gripping teeth on something called a "Fly Wheel" had been worn away, making it impossible to start the car.

At any time throughout our trip, this wheel could have landed on a bare patch with no teeth and we would have been stuck. This would have been bad in say, downtown Cincinnati.

SKINNY WHITE DUDE: "Excuse me kind sir, but I don't know anything about cars, I'm not from this country, and I have to get out of here right now. Could you please take my credit card and sink me into financial ruin while not actually fixing my problem?"


But this did not happen. Why? Because God's provision comes in its own way. So many things in my vehicle breakdown experience were God-led and safety was gracefully granted to me, my family, and my van. And yet bad things still happened to a good person who was following in God's will for his life.

When I used to host an all-night TV call in talk show with my brother Rick, this was the #1 issue that we spoke about. "Why do bad things happen to good people?". I'd love to hear your comments about how you deal with this issue.

As for me, I'm not sure there are "bad things"... or "good people". I think there are just "things" and "people". The world's stuff always passes away. It's temporal. "Things" of all description are layed across our path to teach our spirit to depend on God. It's training ground for living in our actual home... and a well-rounded spiritual life includes all the seasons of the soul. If you're in a position where you're thinking of yourself as a "good person"... then by definition, we're puffing up our own righteousness and shooting down others whom we deem more unworthy than ourselves. The Bible says that our righteousness are like filthy rags.

What are your thoughts?

14 August 2006

Detroit, Toledo, Sandusky, Cleveland, Columbus, Cincinnati...

I'm back in Bford! Krissy and I spent last week travelling around the Northern US on an awesome Baseball road trip. I've wanted to do something like this for quite a number of years and it was a cool experience to be able to do it with your wife. It was a much needed holiday/30th birthday gift/8th anniversary present. Many people were shocked that Krissy would choose this as a vacation... but what a wife I have!

So here's the low-down


Georgous ballpark in and around the stadium, unfortunetly our seats had a dirty piece of plexiglass right in our line of sight. Nothing like the breathtaking view of someone's spit to make for a memorable ball game. If you stay in the right places, downtown Detroit isn't too bad... but when you're going back to your car at 11pm and the crowd keeps walking straight as you make a sharp left only to find yourself as 2 little white people walking alone along the interstate... is that a bad sign???


Spent 1 night. Not much to say. Gooooo Mudhens?


You gotta stop at Cedar Point if you're a roller coaster junkie. It's been years since Krissy's been able to ride rides since for the past 4 summers, she's either been pregnant or attached at the... ummm... lets say "Hip" to a kid. There is a ride called the "Top Thrill Dragster" that goes 120mph straight up in the air 420 feet in the air.... Hummm baby


Cleveland gets a bad rap... but what a beautiful city and an amazing ball park. You're so close to the action with real baseball fans in a cool city setting. Cleveland actually reminds me of Toronto in many ways.... only with more local characters in and around the park. I was wearing a "Canada" t-shirt and was a very popular dude with the scalpers. Highly recomend the whole experience


Spent 2 night there. It's much bigger than I expected. I almost forgot that they have an NHL hockey team. Got lost on the interstate one night and ended up driving through the ghetto. My first thought was, "Yup... this is the REAL hockey market here". Cuddos Gary Betman.


One of the most humid afternoons I have ever experienced. Dripping with sweat from batting practice to the final out. But another fantastic ballpark and an amazing experience. I'm not sure if I'll be able to enjoy another game at "The Rogers Center"... although props to the TO hotdog vendors. They thrash the Cincinatti hot dogs over the head with a pole. It was 1$ hotdog day... and they tasted that way too.

Baseball really is not a life metaphor. It holds no greater life meaning (that comes from elsewhere). Shoeless Joe Jackson did not appear out of any cornfields. But I love the game. I love the relaxed pace. I love the green grass. I love how I can show up in a city that is not my own and speak a common baseball language with strangers and find honest common ground. I love that it gives me time to sit back and put my arm around my wife and enjoy a memorable evening together. We can choose to talk... or not talk. It's a pretty game that helps create a setting for relationship. It was neutral ground and a constant talking point for me and my Dad, when as a teenager, common ground was hard to find. It's ebb and flow, puts my mind at ease an lets my brain check out for a while (and that's not an easy thing for my brain to do). I honestly couldn't tell you the scores, who won or lost... nor do I care. I care that I shared a new experience with my wife that I get to treasure. That's something of worth to me.

3 August 2006

In the last days

Want to know how amazing technology is? 10 minutes ago, I shaved my head for reasons unknown, and right now... anywhere on earth... you can know about it. Not that you should really care, but you could if you wanted to.

This morning I woke up and felt like I was supposed to research for everywhere The Bible speaks about "Brides" and "Bridegrooms". The last 2 years of my life (if I could summarize it) has been a revelation of these 2 concepts. Christ as the Bridegroom and me as His bride. I look so pretty in white lace. Thanks to BibleGateway.com, I instantly found 41 places in the NIV, that contains the word "bride".

From the search, my attention was turned to Psalm 19, where "the heaven's declaring the glory of God" and the sun in the sky... is compared to the Bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion. What the nuts does that mean???

Upon further Googling, I learned that pavilion is the traditional Jewish chuppah (Hoe-pah). Google images even found me a visual. I learned that the pavilion signifies the sacred, wedding chamber the married couple shares. It covered the couple during the ceremony because weddings were outdoors (signifying the fruitfulness of the couple since their children would be numerous as the stars in the sky).

Through David, THIS is the image that God choose to describe the splendor His universe with! It's really almost a post-sexual image of a bridegroom, triumphantly awaking and venturing out his newly formed marriage bed. It's complex because of our contorted human eyesight... but it's an unventured-into area of metaphor that God explicitly and repeatedly uses to show the depth of His passion for us.

Am I a Biblical scholar? No siry Bob. I'm a dude that's stupid-hungry for REAL RAW GOD... with no compromises and substitutes. And because Acts 2:17 says...

" 'In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.

...I know that as time progresses, lowly, insignificant, nobody's like me are going to be able to delve into the Spirit of the Lord like never before. 45 minutes of mid-level Google skills brought scripture to life this morning, and released new understanding and revelation that fed my hunger and stoked the flame of my desire. I wouldn't want to live in any other time in history.

All things are possible through Christ who strengthens me.
Bring it.

Heat Wave

2 August 2006

Royal Diadem

All hail the power of Jesus name

“All hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.”

Remember this hymn? A classic. You know how we crown him Lord of all? You know what (prophetically speaking) the Royal Diadem is? It's YOU. It's US. It's the church. Check this out in Isaiah 62...

2 The nations will see your righteousness, and all kings your glory; you will be called by a new name that the mouth of the LORD will bestow. 3 You will be a crown of splendor in the LORD's hand, a
royal diadem in the hand of your God. 4 No longer will they call you Deserted, or name your land Desolate. But you will be called Hephzibah, [Delight in her] and your land Beulah [Married] ;for the LORD will take delight in you, and your land will be married. 12 They will be called the Holy People, the Redeemed of the LORD; and you will be called Sought After, the City No Longer Deserted.

We are the Royal diadem. God's changing his church into his spotless bride. My worship gets to be my King's crown of splendor. I will be called "Sought after". Such an honor to have bestowed upon us.

1 August 2006

Keep it to yourself... but it's hot

I always find it difficult to figure out Fareignheit temperatures. I've grown up with nothing but Celsius so the only real method of conversion that I have at my disposal is from Bob and Doug Mackensie's Great White North Album..."double it and add 30". Of course, they used to convert Canadian donuts into American... but either way.

Today it is going to hit 38 degrees Celsius. Add the humidity and it should feel like 48. Apply the Bob and
Doug factor and that's 126 American Degrees

What in the name of all Grandma Moses can a person do in heat like this???

These are the days that desperately want to strike up a chat with an American making legitimate igloo and snowshoe rental inquires.

NOTE*** Actually had this discussion in Washington once***

MAN ON STREET: "Where you from boy?"
DAVE: (Trying to think of a city that person will know) Toronto
MAN ON STREET: "Toronto huh? I'm going there in August. Where can I rent snowshoes when I get there?"
DAVE: Ummmm...
(Awkward Silence)

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