Writer, Church leader, Eccentric Nut, Marketer

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.

29 June 2007

That hit the spot

Heard this old Van tune on the radio at lunch and it really hit the spot...

I got nothin

You know how there are some days where you've got nothin' to say? Thoughts are mundane, and you're OK with that? I'm having one of those days today.

It all started last night after the kids went to bed and Krissy and I sat playing scrabble. I like scrabble...but what horrifically boring game. We're fasting the TV when we're alone together so that we can do more productive things with our time together... but silent scrabble was far from productive!

I just wanted to numb out my head by watching brainless crappy TV.

I don't even really want to be interested or engaged or entertained. I don't enjoy these days but there seems to be no escaping them every now and again.

I'm thankful that they don't happen often or I would bore myself... and then others... then I would wind up a shaggy, fat, old loser sitting in my basement alone playing video games, eating the crumbs of the cheese doodles that I dropped on my belly the night before instead of getting off my lazy arse to make a peanut butter and honey sandwich.

27 June 2007

These days are my "Those were the days"

These are my "those were the days"
The first fruits of a laden orchard.

My future is bright. It's so bright.
There is nothing but sun on the path I'm headstrong down.
Shadows only look like shadows if I allow them to.

These are my "those were the days"

I'll see these days with brightly tinted goggles of time.
I'll see my children grow; the shrieks that ring so loud now will be distant whispers.
I'll see my church launch into new lands; the color of growth-aches that rob sleep will have faded.
I'll see my city construct the tools of maturity; the street-fight wounds will have long scabbed over.

These days are my "those were the days".

Days that are fond.
Days that are nervous and teetering.
Days that are illusive to hold in my hand.

Days that are on a full court press for scrutiny before the jury of time decrees.
The day of rest is dependent on "those were the days".
THAT day... I'll sit in the sun and spin about "those" days.

25 June 2007

Wide eyed wonder

"Your eyes are windows into your body. If you open your eyes wide in wonder and belief, your body fills up with light..."

Matthew 6:22

Soon I'll have to sit down and really truly process the significance of the past few days.

I always feel as if I need time to chew through life more than I do. It's the reason why I can never get through books.
When I come across ONE single interesting thought... I dissect it, pour through it, pray into into it...

But the thing about life is that it doesn't always work like that. IF you're someone who actually does things. One day passes where kingdoms are designed to be established. Morning comes, then there is more to win.

Appreciate the moment.
Win it.
Sleep deep... then win again

17 June 2007

Very Loose

In honor of Father's Day... one of the weirdest songs I've ever heard about a man who made me remotely interested about those "happy little trees"

God Bless You Tube for bringing the world of the loon that much closer to people like me. Spectacles,Testicles, Wallet, Watch... bless you my child.

15 June 2007

Another World

Wanted to invite you to read my latest article on "BrantNOW"

It's called "Another World" and looks at how biking the trails in Brantford has taught me more about how we can't be fooled into thinking the world we see... IS "the world".

It's always BIGGER!

Check it out

14 June 2007

Another World

Some of you know my story about how I got my bike. It's a fascinating tale with police car rides, tickets, and excessive kindness. I blogged about it here... check it out when you're in the mood for a tale.

It's far from a kickin' bike. It now squeaks when I ride it. It doesn't have shocks because I had no idea what I was looking for when I bought it, since it had been many years since owning a bike. But my bike has been a really, honest blessing. It's been like... when you're playing Super Mario Brothers and you find a secret level by accident. I had no idea this world was there, but exploring it is titillating.

With 3 kids and more and more to do in life, I don't get the opportunity to ride as much as I'd like. Sometimes it's 5:30am, sometimes an hour opens up in the evening... but when God provides me the time... I gear up with my helmet and IPod, and move into another world.

There is a fabulous trail system that weaves in and around the Grand River. All along the river, Brantford has put up signs calling it "Exceptional Waters". The river itself may not be particularity impressive at the first glance in comparison to some, but the sun setting or rising over this winding river causes you to reconcider. In a one hour bike tour, you ride through thick Carolinian Forest and open river views. You ride by golf courses, beautifully tucked away homes, and majestic bridges.

You also meet "trail people". There are not many segments our our society left where people greet one another as the rule. But in this world, it is common courtesy to acknowledge other trail people. Anything less is culturally unacceptable.

It's a different world that you get to dip yourself in, as long as your legs hold out. It's refreshing, because it altars your view of the world you ordinarily live in. I become a different person with different customs, thought patterns, and social norms while in bike-world. I see and feel things differently. My success's and failures revolve around pushing to conquer a steep incline. No more or less real... just different.

Our world is bigger than what we see. To a great degree, we're products of the environment we're in. Our routines effect how we see truth. There's simply more to reality that what we see with our eyes. Sometime you have to dig. And simply LEARNING about other worlds doesn't change you like being enveloped by them. Throw yourself into the unknown. It's ALL bigger.

12 June 2007


Originally uploaded by epicenterchic.
Jared mean "descendant" or "inheritor" or "one who rules".

We named our son that because he is the first child on either side of our family that was born into a fully-Christian home... and he, therefore is the inheritor of a generational blessing that hasn't been passed before.

He's the first of the new line of "Carrol's"

11 June 2007


Why did people feel compelled to "go west"?
Was it a migratory thing?
When did they stop?

How come every Christian movie, novel, or camp has horses in it?

Why do all my pants have pen on them?
Are the pens mad on at my pants?
I've never felt compelled to attack pants

Why is the quiet old lady whispering "hush"?
Why is she even in the room?
Is she Gollum?


Originally uploaded by epicenterchic.
My amazing friend took this shot. This is my middle child Aislin. Her name means vision.

She's a wild-child of little girl who is so full of character it just oozes out of her. She's a light in our home and will be a harvester in the world.

She'll start with bringing home stray animals "just because", but it will turn into "stray people"... just because.

Her light will attract the attention and affection of many, but it will be because she reflects the glory of the Lord. She'll lead many to the foot of His throne.

Don't be surprised when it happens.

9 June 2007

Boys being dumb

Today we tried to go and have some cool professional family pictures taken but... kids being kids... it didn't quite work out as expected.
So the next best thing is to, (of course) screw around with a crappy digital camera, a boy covered in Dorito schmutz, and Google's wicked (and free) Picasa


Well we're doing our "Taking the Land" Conference this weekend at Freedom House and we were out on the street last night doing our free BBQ until 1:30sh

So that meant about a 2:30 bedtime... followed by a 7am wake up call!

There was a time that I was nighthawk.

That time...

... is NOT this time

It's all worth it though. And I'm not stopping.

God says that he'll give "seed to the sower" and I've chosen to be a "time-sower" as a lifestyle. So God just needs to give me more time. Honestly.

I'm praying that my little sleep be supernaturally restful, and that I will have MORE THAN MORE THAN ENOUGH time to give, invest, rest and play

6 June 2007

How old am I?

Oh come on!

So this new Olympic Logo is getting a whole lot of smack talked about it.

According to this story, it's been removed from their website because it's causing seizures!

Call me uncompassionate but that's lunacy

Operator: Hello
Nut: Help I'm have a seizure...
Operator: Calm down nutty nut hole... what were you doing?
Nut: I was looking at a logo
Silence all around
Nut: A logo I tell's ya... its EEEEVIILLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

5 June 2007

Summer of Love

A few years ago... I began down my journey of really hearing God speak. At first it felt a whole lot like Morpheus telling Neo about the Matrix. But once you head down that rabbit hole and begin to hear God speaking, just like he always has to "he who has an ear", (and boy do I have an ear for him!)

... there's no turning back.

40 years ago, the world experienced, "The Summer of Love" where the mindset of our world changed.

God woke me up at 5:30 this morning to tell me about this "Summer of Love"...

"Hey Kids... The Summer of Love is about climate change. The world is worried about the wrong climate change. When the atmosphere in the world I've made changes, you sense it. You react accordingly. It gets hot and you put on shorts. It gets cold and you put on a jacket. My climate change is slightly different, but no less real.

My climate change has to be walked out to be felt. But the beauty is that, you can bring it into being for others to feel. When you walk by faith (which is no different than what I've always asked you to do by the way), you walk to the new atmosphere. And unlike before, where there was a limit to my presence (for basking in, healing those you cry for, watering the soil heavily-planted-in... my goodness there are so many seeds!), the new atmosphere is a greenhouse.

It's thick with presence. It's quick to heal because the ointment lingers in the air. And harvest? Come on... the harvest springs up everywhere around you because the atmosphere and the age is now right! Thank goodness that there were those of you who got even enough to eat in the past. It's only by my grace... you know that right? Shudder. What a mess this place was.

But I am now in need of you. It's one of my great contrasts that make me Me. You're "A Mere Phantom going to and fro", yet it's obedience, action and worship that fuels my fire. Come on baby light my fire. Just kidding... but really not.

Read the beginning of Joshua. That's you right now. It's been other's too... but right now it's you kids. Now I know that I did promise Moses these things...it's true. It wasn't just to toy with his emotions though. It's because you're no greater than he was... you just get a different part to play. But I'm counting on you to play your role with excellence. Rehearse your lines. Know what you're to say and do it before you have to say and do it! That's why I've taught you to hear me! You can all do it... so just see... hear... and do. What an advantage I've given you to know what's coming.

You've got a head start to run, runner. This new atmosphere allows others to easily do what you've learned the hard way. Teach them what they're doing because, Dear Lord, this could get hairy for a little while! But no worries... that's kids for you! You don't expect them to get it right away. That's what I'm still here for.

Welcome to the new world. To start, it will look like the same world to many... not most but many. But as your action releases the laden-atmosphere, it will permeate things that used to be solidified. The new atmosphere's molecules are small enough to get into tight places, then envelope death... breaking up its tight grip. Try it out. It's really quite fun. Find somewhere that you thought I couldn't get into. Come on, be honest. You may have prayed the words, but I know there were times they were just words. I'm God... I hear this stuff eh. Try it again. Trust me. This is going to be fun working together. I'm very excited about this because you're a good partner.

I didn't give the ancients the knowledge and ability to do and know what I've given to use because the world was smaller than. They needed to make wheels, and new foods, and language. It was pretty significant at time. But because their minds (just like yours) were finite, they couldn't have fathomed the world that you're living in. Technology (while interesting), isn't really for what you thought it was for. It's just some THING. I've let it go the way I have (and sometime I have wanted to squash it! Frustrating!) so that your mind would expand about how easily my Message can spread.

A single Message can now spread throughout the world like a wildfire. No one can argue that. You know it in your mind, and some of you have had a revelation in your spirit about it too. But now is the time to see it come to life. Technology itself is not the message, nor even the medium. Miracles are the medium and I am the Message. The rest I take care of. I'm the master plan. I know where I'm taking this revival. It's got many twists and turns that, if you're listening... I'll let you in far enough in advance that will make you effective players in it.

Shoot, that will be a lot to process today. Take my word (both written and spoken, because it's the symbiosis of these that is the most effective growth tool) and meditate on them, yes. But more than anything, I ask you to take the brass ring that I've dangled in front of you. Nothing is ever just handed to you because I want to see who's lazy and who's not. I won't give my kingdom to the lazy. I just won't! It's just not who I am. Blah!

Sleep well church... for tomorrow we dine."

I would say that THAT is exciting and just REALLY really cool.

2 June 2007

Can't sleep alone

For some reason, I can't sleep alone anymore.
I can go to bed alone.
I can lay awake starring at the ceiling alone.
I can sit in the dark thinking philosophically about issues I have no business thinking about at 11pm alone.

But Lord help me...

I can no longer sleep alone.

If I'm this bad at 30... by 40 if Krissy goes away, I'm just going to be a babbling mental patient wandering around the house like Rain Man... "bah... hot water burn baby!"

We have been together a long time now... it's very interesting to see what happens when "interdependence" happens. She is... and always has been my PARTNER in everything

Gettin' Wet

It's gettin' hot in Ontario

1 June 2007

Happy Fathers Day!

I walk in the door yesterday, coming home from work. And I'm greeted by this kid...

So he says to me...

"Daddy! We got you golf for Fathers Day! But shhhhhhh it's a surprise"

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