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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.

31 January 2009

The Glory of Zion

Wow. Isaiah 60 is amazing. The whole chapter is a breathtaking snapshot of what is... and is to come.

18 No longer will violence be heard in your land,
nor ruin or destruction within your borders,
but you will call your walls Salvation
and your gates Praise.

3 Nations will come to your light,
and kings to the brightness of your dawn.

Wow. I'm all in on this God.

30 January 2009

I'm sad for the WHOLE Ted Haggard thing

I'm sad for Ted. His family. His former church. The young guy who was paid to cover up Ted's secrets. The real story is beginning to trickle out... and the sorted details, media appearances, and criticisms are everywhere. But thing that has stuck out the most to me is what Anne Jackson wrote yesterday on her blog:

"he had confessed his same-sex attraction to his wife early in their marriage. he was abused by an adult male when he was really young, and that jacked him up. that was the trauma.

a few years before he began acting out on his attraction, he went to some leaders and pastors he knew. he said he was wrestling with these thoughts even more and needed their advice. some withdrew. others told him to keep his mind off of it by working harder for god.

after that, he confessed he didn’t know what to do with the struggle anymore. he desperately wanted them to be gone, and he felt like he needed to hold up the “ideal” of a perfect husband, perfect father, perfect pastor. he made the decisions to not talk, and to act out - but it goes back to show that so many times we feel like we can’t discuss our brokenness with other believers…





Mine too.

29 January 2009

From Walden to the city

"I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion."
Thoreau (Walden)

Henry David Thoreau's Walden was written as he "lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. At present I am a sojourner in civilized life again."

It's a beautiful book to read and steal away with, as the author has his reality transformed... by looking deeper. Through cutting off the stimuli of man and experiencing the senses in a fresh, raw way, Thoreau experiences what many (lamentably) never do. Life is vast... it's more than what we see on first glance.

In the streets and in society I am almost invariably cheap and dissipated, my life is unspeakably mean. No amount of gold or respectability would in the least redeem it,-- dining with the Governor or a member of Congress!! But alone in the distant woods or fields, in unpretending sprout-lands or pastures tracked by rabbits, even in a bleak and, to most, cheerless day, like this, when a villager would be thinking of his inn, I come to myself, I once more feel myself grandly related, and that cold and solitude are friends of mine. I suppose that this value, in my case, is equivalent to what others get by churchgoing and prayer. I come home to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home. I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful. I have told many that I walk every day about half the daylight, but I think they do not believe it. I wish to get the Concord, the Massachusetts, the America,
out of my head and be sane a part of every day.

Read an article recently in the Boston Globe about how being in the city, actually hurts a person's brain!

Just being in an urban environment, they have found, impairs our basic mental processes. After spending a few minutes on a crowded city street, the brain is less able to hold things in memory, and suffers from reduced self-control. While it's long been recognized that city life is exhausting -- that's why Picasso left Paris -- this new research suggests that cities actually dull our thinking, sometimes dramatically so.

"The mind is a limited machine,"says Marc Berman, a psychologist at the University of Michigan and lead author of a new study that measured the cognitive deficits caused by a short urban walk. "And we're beginning to understand the different ways that a city can exceed those limitations."

So... is it time for city slickers everywhere to pack up their suitcases and head for the Canadian Shield to frolic with bunnies and squirrels? Actually, as this article indicates, this is first time in history, that the majority of people reside in cities. And God has designs on infiltrating cities. Because his people are there. So we're kinda like Thoreau when he says that he's a"sojourner in civilized life"

Part of the trick is sensing God. Really hearing His voice. Really seeing His hand. Really feeling His presence. Last night with my youth group and youth leaders... I led them in a sensory exercise where we shut of all the lights except the fireplace and layed down on the floor. We focused on feeling ourselves breathing... and quieting our thoughts. I both spoke about sight, sound, smell, taste... and gave them things to look at, listen to, smell and eat. We took a long time to REALLY pay attention to the textures, tones, and details of the stimuli that we often miss in frantic life.

Then after an hour of sharpening our senses, I played the Chris Tomlin song "God of the City". And I asked them to REALLY listen. To sense what the Spirit of God was saying about our city... the beehive of activity that can dull senses and even "reduce the self control" of the residents. It was amazing what people heard when they stopped... focused... and listened. Turns out that from the quiet place... it's easy to hear that God loves the city.

People are in cities... so we need to be in cities. Our struggle is not unlike Thoreau's when he tried to re-integrate into life. How do you take freedom to the swarming masses? Stop, listen, refresh yourself in the woods... in the darkness... in the prayer closet. Absolutely. But learn to do it in the middle of the chaos too. Not just for you... but for others. Get free, live free, free others.

27 January 2009

I'm eating Fufu for lunch on Thursday!

Fufu was my favorite food from Ghana. It's a dish where you pound cassava yams and plantain together into a doughy ball with stick and a bowl (check out this You Tube video)... and put it in a scalding pepper-hot "light soup", served with goat meat. The rules are that you don't chew the dough. You just let it roll down your throat. It's a fantastic meal and it reminds me of a wonderful time in life.

And I get some on Thursday!

A West African Grocery Store opened up a block down from my radio station in the summer. On my way back from getting today's lunch, I saw it and thought about Africa. I love the African people. Their warmth. Their hospitality. Their laugh. Their FOOD. So I went to try and track down some fufu. The gentleman in the small grocery store was surprised to see me. He was even more surprised to hear me asking about fufu! I told him about our time living in West Africa and our affinity for the culture.

He was giddy. He told me that he they didn't cook on site, but his wife could cook the fufu at home and bring it in for me in a Tupperware bowl! Have I mentioned how much I miss Ghana? We talked a bit about the cultural differences between Ghana and Canada... shared a few "inside" jokes... and I left my phone number for his wife to call me when she returned from the market. Deja-vu man.

5 minutes later she calls me, giggling about the "obroni" who wanted fufu. She was thoroughly delighted that I enjoyed the food from her homeland that much. When I asked how much it would cost, she said... "We shouldn't worry about money. I just want to see your face when you see the food. If you like it... I'll just give it to you". Then I'll bring the Tupperware back to them after. It's so wonderful. That's very common in Ghana. In fact when you buy a pop at a shop, you have to stand there and drink it, and give the owner of the shop back the bottle.

I went back to my office and thought, "If I eat fufu by myself without sharing, Krissy will KILL me" so I grabbed a radio station coffee mug as a small thanks and walked over to get a second order of fufu. The guy was on the phone with his wife laughing this amazingly familiar laugh. I told him my plight and he said with a roar, "Well of course! You SHOULD take it with wife!"

When I got back to Canada, everything and everybody seemed so COLD and unfriendly in our culture. It was more of a culture shock than I had ever expected, and it took me longer than expect to figure out how function in THIS world USING the wisdom I had just gleaned from another one.

In most places in on the globe, many of which have next to nothing materially comparatively, people commonly welcome strangers into their home, hearts, and dining room tables. A new friend is just a short conversation away. Sharing comes easy. Warm greetings and prayers of blessing flow quickly from the lips. People look each other in the eye and genuinely care about the well-being of near strangers. We have a lot to learn from others. I love our country... but I want to see it change.

BUT... until then...
I get fufu on Thursday!!!!!

26 January 2009

Freedom House on Brantford.com

It was great to have Brantford.com on site for Saturday's Grand Opening. Check out their full story about Freedom House here.

I was on 2 hours sleep when I gave my part of this interview. After I walked away and said to a friend, "I have no idea what I just said... I hope it made sense." Turned out pretty darn well actually. Exciting times.

The Era of Everyone

When I've been being in the "He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches" zone lately, what I've been hearing is that... "This is the Era of Everyone". While this is not breaking new theological ground, as every era post-resurrection falls under a pretty wide banner of grace, I do think there will be new things that will mark OUR era (DEFINITION... "a period of time marked by distinctive character").

I think it means a few things. The first is that River of God is flowing under our cities when we call out for it. All we have to do is dig and it's there. It's not hard to access it... and it's available for all to drink from, and frolic in. And it has little to do with our "sacred spaces" of the past (or even present). I feel like this is the era where Christians who know God... need to access the River whenever, wherever... and be confident in God's ability to fulfill what He says. It's a "Just do it" kinda thing.

The purpose of the ready-river is not JUST for our own enjoyment. It's so that EVERYONE can come to the party (as Brian talked about yesterday at Freedom House, that "The Kingdom of God is a Party"). I feel like all creation is groaning to release (and fund) the workers in Kingdom (all Christians), into MANY MANY MANY different arenas... to influence EVERYWHERE in Jesus name... so that EVERYONE at least be given the legit opportunity to accept or reject Christ.

So many in our land have never honestly been given the opportunity to know the Jesus that showed us His Amazing Love... and captured our hearts. Part of it may have just been the era. Maybe. Lots of it is because we've failed to realize (or more rightly, actualize) the authority or plans that God has sitting in the ready for our society. But this is the "Era of Everyone". It's time to get what Jesus was saying in Luke 5: 36-38

36He told them this parable: "No one tears a patch from a new garment and sews it on an old one. If he does, he will have torn the new garment, and the patch from the new will not match the old. 37And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. If he does, the new wine will burst the skins, the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. 38No, new wine must be poured into new wineskins.

It's the era to become like the Apostle Paul who gave the most amazing speech in 1 Corinthians 9: 19-23 about the mindset necessary to be a city changer...

I make myself a slave to everyone, to win as many as possible. To the Jews I became like a Jew, to win the Jews. To those under the law I became like one under the law (though I myself am not under the law), so as to win those under the law. To those not having the law I became like one not having the law (though I am not free from God's law but am under Christ's law), so as to win those not having the law. To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to all men so that by all possible means I might save some. I do all this for the sake of the gospel, that I may share in its blessings.

It's the "Era of Everyone". An Era where everyone who is willing to work without whining, make themselves a slave, put others freedom ahead of personal preference... will be used by God! An era where the River of God will be where you need it to be... and what used to be called impossible; can be. This is the revolution worth fighting for. It's Jesus. It's the groaning of creation. I'm going... wanna come with?

25 January 2009

Why thank you Mr. cake

In the words of our mayor on Saturday (quoting us) ...

"Freedom House exists to ensure that everyone God sends our way lives in Freedom. Freedom from the past and Freedom to walk in the destiny He has for your present and future"

24 January 2009

I got paint tinted at Walmart... at 3am

That was a new experience. I had no idea the all-night Walmart staffed so many people. Including paint tinting specialists! Does this happen often?

So while getting paint tainted at Walmart at 3am, I had to wonder if we were properly stewarding our time in staying up until 5:30 to put the finishing touches on our new church bar... since THERE ARE A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE IN BAD SHAPE at 3am in an all-night Walmart. Maybe our time would have been better served handing out hellfire tracts in Walmart. Maybe doing "sober up coffee" Random Acts of Kindness?

There is a whole segment of society that ONLY sees the light of day... at night... at Walmart... looking for underpants. Either way... last night I was one of them. And a coffee would have been nice right about then.

23 January 2009

Hey... let's grab a coffee at the City Center tomorrow

My Dad is the greatest Dad to have around Christmas time. Especially since he took up woodworking as a hobby. Every year, my Dad quietly listens and looks around our house for what we need... and makes us something amazing out of wood. I love it. It's made our home look like the Dutch Mill! I know it makes him very happy and satisfied to see us enjoy something he's worked so hard on. That's how we're feeling about the new Freedom House City Center that we're proud to say opens tomorrow!

I've blogged about it a bit, but almost every night (and day) since before Christmas, varying numbers of us have been working until the late late hours, converting what used to be a Bargain Harold's in the Market Square Mall into a place that we're calling the "City Center". It's actually not that unlike my Dad and his handicrafts. Years ago, we determined that our city needed a place in the downtown that could be used as a base. A hub. A center where we could not only have church as Freedom House, but also begin to make a real, practical, positive difference in Brantford. A place where every member could be a minister... released in their gifting... in every area of city life... like social reform, the political arena, sports, entertainment, media, family life, University involvement (since thousand of students live within steps of Freedom House) and whatever else can be dreamt of by you!

The City Center is also the home for Freedom House Church. We're a worship driven church. Meaning, we worship first and are intentionally led by the voice of God... not just our plans. We're committed to seeing Prayer and Worship happen (eventually) 24/7. Freedom House will be place where ANYONE, ANYTIME can come and encounter a Real, Raw, God... and it's quite an amazing community of believers and friends if I do say so myself.

So to us, tomorrow feels a bit like what my Dad must feel on Christmas morning as he unloads a fine piece of country furniture from his van... and makes it a part of our home. There has been an astounding amount of time and sacrifice that has gone into the building of the new City Center. But the reason why it's being built is what drives us. Because we REALLY DO BELIEVE... even after all these years... that Brantford is "The City of God". That God has a plan for Brantford to be a harbor of His Glory... and designs on the physical, financial, and social prosperity of the City.

So we'd love it, if you'd take a few moments to come and celebrate it with us tomorrow.

Saturday January 24th 1-5pm: It's the OFFICIAL Grand Opening tour of the facilities where the whole family is welcome to come and meet Captain Kindness, enjoy Williams Coffee's wonderful food, and participate in the official ribbon cutting ceremony. Come and learn about what the Freedom House City Center is all about or just take a peek around!

7-8:30pm: It's a "Just Worship", everyone's included, worship event. Come, dig in, and spend a good chunk of time in worship. Williams Coffee is providing the "after worship spread" to enjoy in the new City Center Cafe.

January 25th 10:30am: It's Freedom House Church's 5th Anniversary Service and the official kickoff to resuming full time ministry with our new downtown base.

Check out the facebook event here for details. If you're in the Brantford area, try to stop by tomorrow afternoon if you can. Even just to say hi! It would be wonderful to meet some friends, catch up with old ones, have a coffee in our cafe bar, and have you share in our exciting day!

22 January 2009

In the Valley

Remember how cool Midnight Oil was?

Woke up with this song called "In the Valley" in my head. I love rousing songs about the beauty found in the everyday... and the love a country and it's people.

"I hope virtue brings its own reward
And I hope the pen is mightier than any sword
I hope the kids will take it slow
I hope my country claims its own"

Apparently Peter Garrett (the funky lead singer of Midnight Oil) is now Australia's Federal Minister for Environment, Heritage and the Arts. I love it when people are passionate about something and fight for change. Makes music more than just music.

21 January 2009

"We may not be able to hang out if you don't like..."

Now don't take this literally or send me a "You're not a good person. DON'T JUDGE ME!" email. It's just for funnsies here. But everyone's got a couple movies, shows, or albums that you like so much, that you just assume everyone else should too. 2 shows, 2 Movies and 2 Albums, Let's play...


1. Lost: No doubter here. It's got the greatest depth in characters, most thought put into the plot, wonderful script ebb and flow, and asks some very deep life questions. I think it's the only show I've ever been into, to the point where I check out what the internet nerds thought about it. Some things are debatable... the awesomeness of Lost is not. I'm not sure what we'd talk about on Thursday if you didn't watch Lost.

2. Seinfeld: I thought that it was a universally accepted fact that Seinfeld was in league all it's own... until recently when I've met a couple of people in their early 20's who don't get it... and don't like it. My brain almost exploded. I couldn't make festivus, close-talker or "IT'S THE BEAST!" jokes around these people. I'm not sure how this would work.


1. Field of Dreams: In my dating days, I knew that I couldn't be with a girl if she didn't GET Field of Dreams. Krissy got it. In fact, our first kiss started at the beginning of the credits once it faded to black... and lasted until James Horner's score finished. She passed the Field of Dreams test with flying colors.

2. Braveheart: I'll give you a mulligan on Braveheart if you're a girl... but if you're a dude and don't feel like storming out of your living room to fight for Scotland's freedom and the woman you love after watching Braveheart, we need to talk.


1. Paul Simon's Graceland / Rhythm of the Saints: They're both so amazing for the same reasons. The breathtaking sounds of American Music at it's finest, mixed with traditional African and Brazilian rhythms. One of our era's greatest songwriters at his peak.

2. Great Big Sea Road Rage: Goin off the map a bit here. East Coast Canadian music isn't everyone's cup of tea. But it likely should be. Drink that tea darn you! This was an amazing live CD that captured very well the party atmosphere of a Great Big Sea show. Lukey's Boat is painted green. Ah me boys.

So play along...
what are your 6 "We may not be able to hang out if you don't likes"

20 January 2009

Rick Warren said HIS name

Would he say His name or not? Billy Graham didn't. He had a lawsuit hanging over his head because of it, and a president who wanted him to do it.

I'm not that concerned if you think that Saddleback Church is enormous. I don't care much if you think Rick Warren is trendy enough to be "relevant". Rick Warren has let the name and renown of Jesus become the desire of his soul. He blesses the poor, gives extravagantly... and has earned the right to be standing in front the world, deciding on whether or not to pray in JESUS name. Then he said it...

"I humbly ask this in the name of the one who changed my life—Yeshua, 'Isa, Jesus (Spanish), Jesus—who taught us to pray"

Awesome. It should be an OF COURSE but it wasn't. I tried to explain to my workmate, why the church was against Rick Warren being there, why so many others were against it, and why the name of Jesus was in such dispute. I couldn't though. Not without calling out the white elephant in this controversy.

Jesus is the most uniting and dividing figure in the history of the world. What you believe about him defines who you are. Jesus was not a nice, wise man, who told helpful fables. He was pretty explicit about that. You've got only three choices when it comes to Jesus:




The reason that Rick Warren couldn't just set Jesus aside and play politics, is that Jesus is Lord. As he said, "he's the one who changed my life", and that's why we all can't just keep this Jesus to ourselves. We MUST share it. He means more than any president, economy, or country ever could. Good on Rick Warren today, good on Obama today... but better on Jesus.

I dare not trust the sweetest frame

HE may bring a change...

But only HE is worthy of HOPE...

In the middle of the pomp today, be mindful about what HOPE is...
...and what you HOPE in.

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus' name.
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

Edward Mote, 1834

It is better to take refuge in the LORD
than to trust in man.

It is better to take refuge in the LORD
than to trust in princes.

-Psalm 118:8-9

19 January 2009

I'm glad Barack Obama remembers Jackie Robinson

I still think that Barack Obama is not your boyfriend...


I also do think it's extremely cool that America has grown up enough to elect and love a non-white president. Really. That's very cool.

Second... It's excellent to see that Obama realizes he wouldn't be who he is without the people who came before him. And I give him credit for how prominent a role he's giving them in the "Obama Story". I still cannot understand why there has had to be so much conflict over the basic human rights of anyone who isn't white in America (and the world). I don't get it. I'm glad I don't get it. But it's been the cold reality for so many, for so many years.

But people like Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King and (one of my hero's) Jackie Robinson had to be martyrs first. See, because real change requires martyrs. A blood sacrifice. Jesus knew it. It's the price for the key to get free, live free, and free others. With Jesus, the issue of sin was conquered because of his blood. Barack Obama gets to live free because of those who lived and died fighting the injustice of racism.

Do you know Jackie Robinson's Story?

The Reader's Digest version is that Jackie wanted to see change made. He was a great baseball player in college... but he was a better track star and football running back. He identified baseball as his best chance to infiltrate an area of life that was closed to him and his family. So he played his heart out in the Negro Leagues. There were better ball players like Satchel Paige, Cool Papa Bell and Josh Gibson in the Negro Leagues... but Jackie was strong... and willing to pay the price for freedom.

Branch Rickey of the Brooklyn Dodgers, called Jackie into his office and told him that he had been hand-picked to be the first black Major League Baseball player. Rickey then went on a 5 minute obscenity-laced tirade, right up in Jackie's face. He stopped and said, "This will be what your life is about to consist of." Before signing Jackie, he made him agree that for a number of years, he was not allowed to say ANYTHING back to those who hated him. He had to be a martyr. A contracted martyr for a specific cause. Jackie agreed because he cared about the cause more than his own comfort. He eventually earned respect as a ballplayer from those who hated him. Well... many of them.

When his period of silence was over, Jackie was an all star... and began to speak back. Eventually he became a very vocal black rights activist... but fighting the fight was stressful and it took its toll. Jack died of heart failure in 1972. This was Jesse Jackson's beautiful eulogy for Jackie:

Today we must balance the tears of sorrow with the tears of joy. Mix the bitter with the sweet in death and life.

Jackie as a figure in history was a rock in the water, creating concentric circles and ripples of new possibility. He was medicine. He was immunized by God from catching the diseases that he fought. The Lord's arms of protection enabled him to go through dangers seen and unseen, and he had the capacity to wear glory with grace.

Jackie's body was a temple of God. An instrument of peace. We would watch him disappear into nothingness and stand back as spectators, and watch the suffering from afar.

The mercy of God intercepted this process Tuesday and permitted him to steal away home, where referees are out of place, and only the supreme judge of the universe speaks.

Jackie is one of my hero's. I keep a framed picture of him by my computer and often look over at it while I'm working or writing. It makes me remember about sacrifice, leadership, and what being a real man is about. It's about strategically and intentionally doing what needs to be done for others freedom... and putting your own selfish whims and comfort aside for something greater.

When Barack Obama is inaugurated... I'll be thinking about Jackie.

18 January 2009

Night off

It was fun today having our new City Center be our church... instead of our work site! So tonight I'll get some sleep, paint nothing, and be assigned no projects whatsoever. Actually that's not totally true. Tonight's project... "Brianna finds my nose"

It's a fairly complex game involving Brianna... um... finding my nose.

17 January 2009

It's 3am... and I'm not sleepy yet

Many thanks to Jenean for capturing my "carpet nap"

Building a church is a lot of work. Don't tell anyone. This will be our first Sunday in our new building in the Market Square Mall... but things will not be really ready until our Grand Opening/Anniversary weekend on the 24th and the 25th. You'll get a much better idea of what the new digs will look like then.

Hey, check out my new radio ad for the Grand Opening next weekend.

It's been some seriously late nights, and truly little sleep... but what a great time it's been. Honestly, we have some terrific friends, ministry partners, and co-workers at Freedom House.

That's it... nighty night. See you either in the morning to work... Sunday for the first service (if you don't mind the house being half finished) or next weekend if you want to see the finished product!

16 January 2009

So I wrote, "I'm sluggish... like a wet sponge" on Facebook

The next hour of life consisted of my brother, sister and friend responding with:

  • "Shirley you can't be serious"
  • "I am serious... and don't call me Shirley"
  • "It's a big building with patients. But that's not important right now."
  • "Joey, have you ever been to a Turkish prison?"
  • "I just wanted to say good luck. We're all counting on you"
  • "No... the white phone"
  • "You can tell me... I'm a doctor"
  • "Leg em down and smack em yack em!"
  • "All together... It's an entirely different kind of flying"
  • "Jus' hang loose, blood. She gonna catch ya up on da' rebound on da' med side"
  • "Don't worry stewardess.. I speak jive"
  • "I'm sorry son, but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Roger Murdock. I'm the co-pilot."
  • "Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue."
  • "my friends call me bubbles"

My Conclusions...

  1. My people are some of the greatest people there are.
  2. Airplane released my generation of nitwits to a whole new level of nitwitery... and we still appreciate it for that today.
  3. I have enjoyed this hour more than most hours in a day.
  4. "Don't worry stewardess... I speak jive" are far and away the best words Barbra Billingsly ever said.
What's your favorite Airplane quote?

15 January 2009

Maybe I'm amazed

I have shared every moment of my adult life with my wife, and I'm amazed at how much I love and need her. I wrote this last week about the day I gave my heart to Jesus with Krissy beside me.

"Miss Woolly Sweaters was sitting to my right crying unrestricted tears along with me. Without having to say a word, we knew that we were "together" forever. We went home from the church that night with red puffy eyes and each others snot on our shoulders. 3 years later we stood at the altar. 13 years later we have 3 kids. "

We're scrappers. More times than I can count, we've laid our crap on the line to each other and been unafraid to call each other out on theirs. Because one of the things we've always been is real and raw with each other. One of the first long chats we ever had, we decided to just tell each other every bad thing we've ever done, flat out, and decide if we still liked each other after! Funny thing is that after hearing it, "like" turned into "love" because it made us both want to fight for each other's freedom.

Love's not a feeling. It's a choice. And when that choice and commitment has been made, we're free to go deep deep deep into the depths of love. I won't let her fall behind and she won't let me... because we're one flesh. And neither of us will stand to be dragged down by the other. Wow to do I ever need my wife. It's amazing.

I often joke that God must not have trusted me to be by myself... and that's why I haven't spent a single day as a Christian without my "other half". And I'm OK with that. I KNOW her and she KNOWS me and life is so good. Knowing she loves me and is on my side gets me though many days man. I love her.

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time.
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out in time, and hung me on a line.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.

Maybe I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man who's in the middle of something that he doesn't really understand.
Maybe I'm a man, maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me.
Baby, won't you help me understand?

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time.
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song, right me when I'm wrong.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.
Paul McCartney

14 January 2009

Sinatra to Bono about Miles

“Jazz is about the moment you’re in. Being modern’s not about the future, it’s about the present.”

Sinatra to Bono about Miles Davis

13 January 2009

I'm an Eskimo who eats whale blubber and seal sandwiches

Thank you Matthew Paul Turner. These are some of the kindest words that anyone who's Sunday School teacher lit a Barbie on fire to teach about hell, has ever said to a simple blubber eater like myself.

Now... where is my ice pic? I'm off to reinforce the retaining wall of my igloo.

12 January 2009


We were being stupid with friends the other day... when for no reason, we began to talk about Wisconsin. We all gave our best Wisconsin story. Here's mine:

Back when I was in high school, for some reason once you turned 17 you could write your own notes to sign out of class. I of course, being a dufus, made this a regular occasion. I would write them specifically to try and make the secretary laugh (remember... I'm a dufus). This was my crowning achievement that I still remember word for word.

"Dear Peggy.
I believe there is no greater tragedy in life than when one's education is compromised purely for the pursuit of one's personal pleasure. Yet, as the seasons change, so must I go. I'm off to Wisconsin. I'll bring you back some cheese.
Love Dave"

God bless the great state of Wisconsin and it's bountiful production of dairy products that Americans from coast to coast enjoy every day. Squeeze an udder for me today friends.

Squeeze an udder for me.

11 January 2009

The last day of "Big Blue House"

"The church" is the people; a house of living stones. But today is the last day that these living stones are going to hang out with each other inside the bright blue painted stones of the place we've come to dub "The Big Blue House". And I'm going to miss it. But it's time.

It's a wonderful thing to grow, tear down, move, progress. I'm really not a big believer in sacred spaces. In fact, when I see people getting to attached to a "thing" I think it's actually pretty healthy to tear it down and refocus on the giver of the gift. Cus there are lots of "things". One place is no better than another. BUT...

These last 5 years in the Big Blue House have been very special years for me. It's been the only church building that my 3 kids have ever known. In their mind, it's quite a common thing to have a disco ball and a bar in the church and thankfully... there will be a bar in the new one too (here's hoping all of our churches have bars). Krissy and I came back from Africa with dreams of casting off all the religious nonsense that our churches in Canada have been caught up in and doing church in freedom... allowing God to move like He wanted to. And God (as He's prone to do) gave us people to partner with and birthed Freedom House.

We just needed a house. One summer night, first Brian. Then Brian and Sharlyss. Then Brian and me. Then Sharlyss and Krissy... paid the toonie cover charge to tour through what was a big blue bar. It was totally unconventional. Kinda run down. Too small to properly grow a good church. Not in the neighborhood we expected God to lead us too... but it was perfect. Totally illogical... and totally God's plan.

So we cleaned it, changed it, and took that ground for Jesus. I remember the night, after our Sunday night service, that God told me to stick around in the building because He wanted to show me some things that had happened in the Big Blue House over the years that he wanted me to pray off the building. It was a very disturbing night, as God showed me violence, rape, drugs... in various places around our church. I spent hours interceding and asking for forgiveness and freedom for the things that had happened in the house. Funny thing is that over the years, we began to hear the stories from neighbors that lined up with the things we saw in the spirit at the beginning.

Since then, it's been the base for tears, laughter, hot dogs, beach volleyball, arguments, resolutions, music, silence, meals and hunger. It's been where the family met. It was our home. And it's time to complete the transformation of the big blue house into a cool looking, low rental housing unit that we'll be able to use even more effectively as a base, where people in tough situations can actually have a safe place to live... and neighbors around them who can share the abundant life of Christ with them. It's beautiful.

So out go the lights on Chapter 1 of Freedom House. And next Sunday, we raise the curtain of Chapter 2. This book just keeps getting better and better. You should never get comfortable in a chapter of life... because good stories are always moving.

10 January 2009

Building the church

Sometimes when I love it when I find myself alone while working. I had about an hour or so tonight alone(ish), painting a room that will be filled elementary school aged kids in a couple of weeks. So I had time to sing whatever I wanted (turned out to be a whole lotta old hymns), pray and think.

I started to think about what a significant thing in the life of a church, the building of the temple was and is. It's a very Biblical thing to be a part of building your house of worship. God always had specific plans for his temple and mobilized those who would call it their home to work. When people in churches actually WORK on their building, it makes them proud. Proud to call it their church. It's a bonding experience as a family comes together to work. And it's worship just as significant as marinating for hours in a prayer room.

There have been anywhere from 3-4, to dozens of people working nearly everyday and every night for about a month now to get the church ready to roll January 18th, and I can honestly say that I'm closer to the guys (and girls) who I've worked alongside every night than I was a month ago. Because we work together. Sacrifice together. Plan together. Laugh together... and all to honor the same God. They are my brothers and sisters whom I love.

I'm not a skilled builder, although tonight I was allowed to paint! But I wouldn't miss these times for the world. We're called to be all things to all men to reach some. I want to be a skilled work-worshiper and have it as another tool in my arsenal.

9 January 2009

My snake is bigger than your snake

It seems like someone's making atheists mad. I'm not sure if something went awry at the last budget meeting or what, but somethings up. And good for them really. If I was an atheist... I'd try to convert you too. Because what you believe about God is the single, most important thing someone can discover about life. Everything else filters through your believe about truth and it's source.

So the atheists are proselytizing. The British Humanist Association is running these ads on 800 buses in London at a cost of $200,000.

So the Christian lobbyists are fighting back! They are protesting, saying it's that it's false advertising.

"There is plenty of evidence for God, from people's personal experience, to the complexity, interdependence, beauty and design of the natural world. "But there is scant evidence on the other side, so I think the advertisers are really going to struggle to show their claim is not an exaggeration or inaccurate, as the ASA code puts it"

Stephen Green, national director of the Christian Voice

Yeah... that'll teach them Godless heathens. But wait... the counter punch. Atheists are suing Rick Warren now. Oh Lord, at least leave him with one Hawaiian shirt! They're trying to block his prayer and other mentions of God during the upcoming inauguration of President-elect Barak Obama.

Warren said he is a Christian pastor and plans to pray “the only kind of prayer I know how to pray,"
Orange County register

That'll teach those brain dead Christians. Lawsuits and plenty of 'um. Squash this Jesus nonsense once and for all. Persecution historically stifles the move of God right? Right???

Take a look at this clip of Penn (from the magic/comedic "Penn and Teller" duo). Penn is a staunch atheist, but you've got to listen to this fascinating story of the night someone at his show gave him a Bible and shared Jesus with him.

"I don't respect those who don't proselytize."
"How much do you have to hate someone to not proselytize?"

Wow! Note the qualities that Penn says this Christian man displayed that changed what would have normally been a hostile environment, into an honest exchange where God was released to do his thing.


He says, "With that kind of goodness... it's ok to have that deep of a disagreement". I plan on sharing the goodness and freedom of Christ all the days I walk this earth. I will... and DO proselytize. But when someone like Penn feels compelled to give a list of qualities this Christian displayed that make him listen, it's quite likely that he's encountered angry, jerky, insane, rude, insulting Christians that he's chosen not to listen to in the past. Shocker.

There are ways of being that open doors and allow the love of God to impact someone... and there are ways of being that actually lead those who you're trying to witness to, into deeper entrenchment in their beliefs.

I want to have honest, meaningful... SANE exchanges where everyone is respected. I don't have to be jerk about it, because:

A) That's stupid
B) I believe that "He who is within is greater than he who is in the world".

In Exodus 7, when Aaron's staff and Pharaoh's magicians got into a "my snake is bigger than your snake" fight, Aaron's snake ate Pharaoh's snake. I believe that when I pray... God hears and acts... and will reveal Himself to us. And when people earn each others respect enough to have an honest interaction... the truth will win.

And Penn's right, if I believe there is a heaven and hell, how much would I have to hate you not to tell you.

8 January 2009

George Bush is not the Devil... Part 2

I had a really good back and forth with my brother on Facebook about yesterday's George Bush discussion:

Rick Carrol at 10:37am January 8
Too true. It's easy to criticize leadership.
Especially one who bumbled up to the microphone so many times. But Bush led the country through some very difficult times.

He may not be the Devil, however he did leave the country in much worse financial, political and social state than he inherited it. Mind you the whole world is taking a bit of a hit, but even our own boys down the 401 did a better job of guiding Canada through the recent times of recession, international turmoil, and social hot-issues.

Just sayin'...

Dave Carrol at 10:47am January 8
I'm not saying everything the guy did was right... but if we think hindsight being 50/50 is true in our personal lives or church leadership... imagine in the "runnin' the country" scenario.

I remember I began thinking about this back during the Bob Rae era (who made what I consider to be terrible choices). I remember one day someone tearing a strip off this poor man on the radio, calling him terrible things. I remember thinking... "Bob Rae's not waking up in the morning saying... NOW HOW CAN I SCREW UP MY PROVINCE TODAY?' No... he's trying his best to help his province prosper. And it's a tough job.

Even with Bush... the man is extremely wealthy and could just lived a quiet happy life as an oil barren/baseball owner and continued to be the life of the party... but instead he put his rep on the line an was the leader of the world for 8 years. I just think he deserves better than he's getting

Rick Carrol at 11:07am January 8
Well that is true.
And good call on him not trying to ruin the country.
I think about that a lot Even the worst of decisions are most often made with the best of intentions.
I like that quote.
I may add it to my facebook

*** FOOTNOTE... he did add it to his facebook***

7 January 2009

George Bush is not the devil...

...and as Obama's inauguration gets closer people should stop calling him that. People need to remember that this man has sacrificed much as the leader of the world, through many difficult times for nearly a decade. People who don't know what it's like to be a leader, need to get off their high horse, have some manners and say THANK YOU.

Let me tell you something. Al Gore would have gone into Iraq too. Al Gore would have responded to 9/11 too. I've had friends who spent a good chunk of time in New Orleans after the floods... and since my information is a number of generations away from the source I won't write what I've heard... but I will say that according to the church leaders, the reality on the ground WAS NOT what was reported in the media. It just became another excuse to call George Bush an idiot.

Well, like it or not, he's not an idiot. He was a leader who made choices, like leaders must do. Some good and some bad. But George Bush made the US the world's leading investor in African well-being. March 27th, 2008 Washington Times:

President Bush showed the world that it isn't words, but actions, that truly make a difference. Millions throughout Africa would agree.

Mr. Bush recently completed a historic visit to the African continent; a trip he described as "the most exciting, exhilarating, uplifting trip" of his presidency. During his visit, we saw pictures of the president dancing, celebrating and attending ceremonies with heads of state. But the real story is not about just this one trip; it is about the commitment the president made to Africa and what the United States has been quietly accomplishing throughout the continent over the past eight years under Mr. Bush's leadership.

While critics here at home, including many in the press, focused on attacking Mr. Bush at every turn, he steadfastly pushed for greater investments to help the families and businesses of Africa. It's the great untold story that has rarely made headlines here in America, but even so, it has truly changed the world for millions of Africans.

Yes... he sounds like evil incarnate to me. Seems like Kanye West is the idiot and George Bush DOES care about black people after all. Imagine... helping the poorest of the poor. Clearly a maniacal plot to steal their lucky charms.

From today's Globe and Mail:

"He enacted landmark reform in public education. He extended Medicare to include prescriptions for seniors. And he will be remembered most favorably for what didn't happen: There were no terrorist attacks on U.S. soil after 9/11."

This was the, "there were SOME good points" paragraph in an article about how Bush will not be remembered favorably by history. And maybe he won't. But it's not likely to be as bad as the uninformed masses say it will be. I call us all that... because often, not EVEN the president has all the facts. But his duty is to make, hard, life-alerting decisions. Decisions that will anger one group and endear him to another. We don't even have a fraction of the information that our leaders have at their disposal... yet somehow, WE appoint ourselves jury. We fall in love with charisma over character. We tear down instead of build up.

Respect and pray for leaders. They need it. It's a tough, thankless gig. Please do me a favor... find someone who's a leader in your life and say THANK YOU today.

6 January 2009

Make your own kinda music

Mama Cass said that. Then she said...

"sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody
else sings along."

Apparently Sungha Jung, an 11 year old Korean Boy, with dream to become a professional acoustic fingerstyle guitarist, listened to the good Mama. He made his own kinda music with the most amazing version of "No Woman No Cry" I've ever heard.

Sungha is 11 and exponentially cooler than me already. Although... I do believe the good Mama and also make my own kinda music. I doubt it would get as many You Tube hits though.

5 January 2009

Capitalism vs Communism

"If at age 20 you are not a Communist then you have no heart. If at age 30 you are not a Capitalist then you have no brains."
George Bernard Shaw

I posted this quote last week and had a number of interesting responses to it. Also had a "Hot Topics" discussion about it Sunday at Freedom House.

Some see it as a statement about sheer economics. Some see it as a "you sold out your values" statement. Some see it as a "you'll understand when you grow up" statement. It's actually been a very interesting ongoing chat. One man actually told me a story about tough days living on a commune!

I tend to agree with the spirit of Shaw's quote. Personally, my mind goes to a ministry context when I hear it. I think that sometimes the idealism of the 20's (in this case I'm using, "the world's broken and greedy so let's buck the system and start an underground revolution of love" deal) does get jaded in time. I think some of it is from new responsibly, some is just time, some is because of failures and I think... some is just imaginary. The phrase, "That's just how the world works" enters the prevailing thoughts much easier at 30. But I think that you can go two ways with this.

One is to give up, quit trying to make change, hold on to the ideals of your 20's but making them happen becomes secondary to security. The other is somehow harder to achieve but effective and neccesary. Because at 30... you are in an undeniably different place than 20. To think and act any differently is foolish and denying who you are. So this is where you have to take the "this is just how the world works" and apply your new understanding, in order to change the things you felt so passionate about at 20.

I have chatted with a number of friends in the last little while who have been globe-trotters in their 20's. Bit of the "backpack across the world" adventure types. Great people who have learned lots and now at 30(ish) have some kickin' perspective... but find themselves unable to be effective doing what they've done in the past. Something has changed, it caught them by surprise and their trying to catch up.

I was talking with one friend about my new found intrigue about "creative capitalism" and how I think that the revolution that needs to happen is for the corporate world to re-think how they can both

A) make money to fuel our economy and keep our land prosperous and...

B) solve the large scale issues of poverty and hunger with the money that sits in their coffers.

Most don't believe this beast exists. But I believe it can. We just have to dream, risk and strategize... and convince others to too.

I think that these are the days where, if your passion is Africa... you're not necessarily most effective actually backpacking around IN Africa spooning out cereal in villages. North Americans MUST understand what Africa needs is the resource to facilitate growth and develop the amazing African leaders, workers, and strategists that reside in this gem of the earth. And the "wealth of the wicked coming to the righteous" COMBINED with people of passion will do that. African's don't just need to be fed oatmeal. They are talented craftsmen, writers, and farmers who need people with money to invest in their economies, buy their stuff, and facilitate perpetual growth. Not knocking the other, but we just HAVE to have a big picture here. But I doubt I'd have dug in any further than surface level WITHOUT the idealism of my 20's.

When you're in your 30's, you have to begin to reconciling ideals with the world you're in to make heaven and earth collide. Big Big God and living life on earth. It's not selling out. It's growing.

A jaded friend in his 40's told me the other day that once I'm his age, I'll realize that I can't change the world, and should be satisfied with being a good person and just doing my bit. I almost kicked him. I don't buy that and he shouldn't either. It's quite likely, at 30 when life shifted... he got jaded instead of changed with it... and has found himself a generation removed from changed and hopeless.

When I'm 40... I want to have even more influence with even more influential people to allow God into more places. And that will require me to be different than I am now. Have a bigger view of God, the world, and the future and be ready to sacrifice it all for the sake of the call.

Too often, in our perception, "laying down our lives for Christ" has the default picture setting as someone living in a mud hut. But to most of us... frankly... doing that, would make us ineffective stewards of God's gifts and resource. Because, "I'll do anything" means "I'll do anything"... including changing how we think to facilitate God's movement and fame in a new season of life and time.

This is my, "If I ever get a tatoo" verse. The one I live by more than any other.

Isaiah 26:8

Yes, LORD, walking in the way of your laws,
we wait for you;
your name and renown
are the desire of our hearts.

3 January 2009

Todays Brantford Expositor

Church moving into mall


Anyone doing a little church shopping will have a new option at the downtown mall where Freedom House is moving its base of operations.

The 22-year-old mall, which has been slowly dissolving its retail base, has welcomed the young church to the lower level of the building, next to some of the City of Brantford offices.

It's a very alternative location for a very alternative church.

"We're a non-denominational, nontraditional, contemporary church ," says lead pastor Brian Beattie, surrounded by construction debris in the shell of the new worship area.

"We want to be where people are, and there are lots of people in the mall."

Although the NCO call centre, with its hundreds of workers, is in the process of moving out of the mall, there are rumours about one or more of the three downtown post-secondary schools tapping into that space.

The 45-year-old Beattie and his team aren't afraid to be revolutionary.

The Market Street church is known to neighbours for its Friday night barbecues, annual Hawaiian night/beach volleyball game (with sand a foot deep in one of the rooms) and the day Beattie "re-vandalized" the front of the building after someone had spray-painted messages on it.

In the mall, Beattie hopes to capitalize on the group's welcoming and informal nature.

The first area that people will walk into will be called the cafe, with some booths and casual seating for hanging out.

"On my wish list is a fireplace and we'll have a bar, because we came from a bar," Beattie says, though it won't serve up alcoholic drinks.

A second lounge is behind the cafe and will include a pool table, foosball and a fireplace.

There aren't a lot of classrooms in this mall-style church: the plan calls for two nurseries and a good-sized room for the "LAFF Academy" a meeting place for grade school kids.

The main worship room is set up to accommodate up to 200 worshippers and, if needed, there's a wall that can be popped out to allow seating for up to 350.

A small kitchen will one day be installed but Beattie prefers to point to the enormous "lobby" the church now has -- the huge, marble-floored hall of the mall, complete with full-sized trees.

"We've got an elevator!" he jokes. "I've never had a church with elevators before."

Beattie says the church -- which has 80 to 100 in attendance most Sundays -- has about 120 people who call it home, but has been restricted by its old building.

The big blue house on Market Street, as it's known, isn't much smaller than the church's new space, but it was unbearably chopped up with no chance of expanding the worship area.

When the church began exploring the idea of a new building, developer Gabriel Kirchberger of G. K. York showed them through many of his buildings and then had a look at the big blue 'house,' advising Beattie that the church should develop it into affordable housing, in partnership with others in the city.


Arranging that partnership, then applying for and receiving government grant money slowed the church's planned move dramatically, but everything is now set for the contents of the old building to be moved to the mall and construction to begin on the new project.

Once home to the Primitive Methodist Church in 1862, the property at 178 Market St. has been through a number of transformations.

It became a Free Methodist church for the latter part of its first century and then, in the '60s, a furniture store.

In the '80s, the Rainforest restaurant moved in and then The Scene, a night club.

Now the building will be converted into 15 apartments, split between two-bedroom and one-bedroom units.

Four of the apartments will be maintained by Nova Vita, which will offer them as second stage housing for clients. G. K. York will manage the other 11 units while the church continues to maintain possession of the building.

"This is part of our overall vision for the community," says Beattie, which includes reaching out to the post-secondary crowd downtown with random acts of kindness.

And, he adds, it will restore old inner core space in a useful way.

Moving a little closer to the core brings Freedom House a little closer to its mandate of establishing a university connection, as well.

Beattie looked at dozens of other buildings around the city, including some beautiful but traditional church buildings, before settling on the space that once housed Bargain Harold's in the mall's lower level.

The 6,000-square-foot area was being used as storage space at the time but has been cleaned out and members are mounting the $15,000 renovation that will transform it into a house of worship.

Most evenings, members gather in the mall to do painting, wall finishing and cleanup work.

The church plans to remain in the space for at least two years and then will evaluate things, based on its growth.

"We're not targeting any particular demographic, like an inner city mission," says Beattie. "We just want to minister to people, reach out and love those around us and share the gospel with them."

The long-term goal is for the new Freedom House to be open to the public at all times, but Beattie knows the church doesn't have the manpower for that yet. Still, the idea is to create a place where people can visit and feel comfortable.

Because the space is on the lower level, the church also felt it important to have a main level presence and will be taking over the old Brant Freenet office, just across from Williams Coffee Pub.

That will give them a mainstream drop-in area and some needed administrative space.

At the end of January, Freedom House will celebrate its fifth anniversary since the church first started.

As part of that, there's a push on to complete the renovations and hold a grand opening of the church's new space.

- - -


WHAT:The grand opening celebration of Freedom House church WHEN:Jan. 24 from 1-5 p. m. for the open house and at 7 p. m. for a celebration worship service

WHERE:On the lower level of the Market Square mall

2 January 2009

Choice vs Destiny

I think that "Choice" and "Destiny" have been fighting for too long. Why? Why can't these two just get along. I'm not big on New Year's Resolutions. What I am big on, is the wonderful reality that God speaks to us prophetically. Last night, just before heading to bed, I felt God's prompting that He wanted to share something with me about 2009. Something to point me in the right direction. This is what he said:

"This year will be a year of Destiny and Choices. They are symbiotic (a relationship between two dissimilar organisms in which each is dependent upon and receives reinforcement, whether beneficial or detrimental, from the other) and need each other to drive the wheel. Each are "the next spoke" on the wheel to each other. One comes after the other, which comes after the other, which comes after the other, and so forth. You'll need choice, to release destiny, to release choice, to release destiny, and so forth.

Destiny and Choice have never been at war with each other although many have called them enemies. But this year... you will begin to see the grade of the hill that the wheel is on increase and wheel will be put into motion... the direction however... will be a surprise of many. Those who have made poor choices will have ineffective destiny spokes and as the grade of the hill increases, they'll find themselves rolling backward at a faster rate. The same is true for those who have made good choices. There will be a good destiny spoke in front of them as a they drive forward.

Understand the water wheel. In it's functioning, lies a principle you'll need to know to steward your ministry in 2009.

The water below is the spirit of God. It's the River that is flowing under everything from the throne room of God. You've seen it in Brantford and it IS there. Dig deep. Each paddle on the wheel is alternatively named "Choice" and "Destiny". As man sees it, the disadvantages of the "Undershot Water Wheel" is

"The undershot waterwheel rests directly in the stream and depends upon the force of the water to push the wheel. In addition to inefficiently harnessing the stream's motive force,the undershot wheel also requires a rather substantial and constant of water, and thus becomes even more inefficient or even useless at times of low stream-flow."

The inconsistencies of the River are man's perceived limitations to this principle. How little faith. Dig Deep. The River is here and it's a powerful river. Prayer clears the obstacles that cut the strength of it's flow to your city. Prayer makes the River Flow faster which allows the potential for greater power IF your wheel is in working order.

When the water-wheel of your ministry is immersed in the River of God, the paddles cause the wheel to spin, creating energy and releasing "My Kingdom Come on Earth as it is in Heaven". THE STUFF. Making right decisions (stewardship, discernment, obedience) with the "Choice Paddles"... and (therefore) putting THAT single paddle in the river, makes the subsequent "Destiny paddle" actually effective. Without it, the wheel is heavier and harder to spin. There may or may not be energy produced. That will depend on the speed of the river, accomplished through prayer. More paddles, puts the water wheel in trustworthy perpetual motion. Riding out the "Destiny" paddles alone won't turn the wheel, nor will wisdom alone."

Be smart and drop your waterwheel boldly in the River of God for it is time to watch it begin to spin... then take care to ensure it continues in motion."

I love how free-will choices, and a God ordained destiny actually rely on each other. I think we've cheapened both concepts with our visceral understandings and surface reactions to very deep, rich, gifts from a very deep, rich God.

I'm very excited about life in 2009. In my spirit I feel like this is going to be a year where many good, new things begin. I don't think life will look the same for us next year at this time. I really don't.

1 January 2009

Happy New Year

We boogie oogie oogied till we just couldn't boogie no more. I'm married to the freest, wildest, best looking girl at the party. How COULDN'T it be a great 2009?

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