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Afrikaan Prayer…

I was recently blessed by praying with my daughter. I often do not enjoy praying in groups because I feel we (including myself) tend to pray about things that we think will make others feel better or we will simply change our words to a more flowery version so others will not think we are bumbling prayer idiots.

I am a self professed bumbling prayer idiot. I often have no idea what to pray for and can seldom keep up with the pace of others in a group prayer situation. Especially when there is always that one person that will pray for everything. Not just a few things but EVERYTHING! I am often left with the odd situation of remaining quite or just saying “pass” when it is my turn because I can’t think of anything. I feel like a heathen non praying idiot, which on occasion I am, that has nothing to pray about.

Well, enough of that rant (blog soon to come), I want to talk about a simple blessing that God provided. I was sitting with my daughter and felt the need/desire to pray. Not the prayer list type of prayer but just the rambling whatever comes to your mind prayer. It is the best type of prayer for me since I don’t have to think about what I am talking about and I don’t have to worry about what I say. You know, the “I am just talking to dad” prayer.

I asked my daughter if she minded if I prayed and she said no she didn’t. I am not sure what I would say if she rejected the idea. I started and a few words in she interrupted me and asked if we could pray together the way the Afrikaan’s do. She explained to that it is when everyone prays together and out loud at the same time. I agreed.

We prayed for about fifteen minutes and it was wonderful. I have no idea what she prayed about but I was able for the first time in a long long time to pray in a group with all my hesitations, poorly worded sentences, and sometimes embarrassing subjects. I hope she didn’t hear those or if she did I hope I was mumbling at the time.

So thank you God for a moment with You and my daughter. It was a “God is Good” moment and I love you for it.

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Cash or Card…

I recently wrote about finding hope in a bowl of Cheerios but there is a side story that was going on at the same time. I did not realize that it was of at least the same significance as my lesson about hope. It was only till later when I had been employed for a while that I was able to look back on that time with hindsight.

During the time of my looking for a job and my struggles with God I concentrated on how I was not able to provide for my family. What I did not notice was that we were never in need of anything during this time. As I look back I realize what was bothering me was not that we weren’t being provided for but that it wasn’t me doing the providing.

My pride was hurt and I was blinded by it. I suffered long and hard with feeling like a failure. Yet apparently I was the only one that thought I was failing. We never announced our needs other than to ask for a job and people did not act any different towards my family or me as I conjured up in my mind that they would.

In fact I was being loved dearly by my God and my church family. During this 10 month period of unemployment we would weekly get gift cards in our mailbox and there would be small amounts of cash in our church mailbox. Always enough to provide food and essentials for my family and I.

The best part about the provision during that time was that to this day I do not know who provided the money and gift cards. Never even a hint about it from anyone. I could only thank God and wonder about who it was. As I look back today I realize it was God subtly teaching me a lesson about provision. I will never have to worry about being left out in the cold as I was as a child. I can rely upon my God and I will rely upon Him.

In looking back on those 10 months I realize how often God was listening and taking care of me. I still won’t call it a joyful time but I will say it was a time that God packed in a lot of lessons in a short amount of time.

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Cheerios…

Is it possible to learn hope or is it something we are supposed to just get when we are first saved? It seems that we have all heard quotes about what faith is but how many of us really know what it is?

In my experience it was something I learned after years of thinking I understood what it was. It was something that became tangible over one bowl of Cheerios.

My family had been going through a tough time after I decided to leave the Coast Guard and strike out into the civilian workforce. I had it all planned out and to my surprise it was not working out. I was jobless for 10 months and it seemed that no one wanted me and not even God was listening.

I had grown weary of pleading with God day after day and while my family never complained I was feeling less and less of a provider and leader of my family. My pride was slowly being crushed under the weight of failure.

One day I decided that I had enough of God not listening and not caring about my prayers or needs. I needed a job and He was failing miserably in answering this one simple prayer. So it was time to get serious with God!

We were staying in a friends basement and doing labor around the place for our rent. It was out in the country a little ways and there was a large backyard the led to some woods at the edge of the property. I headed out there to have a talk with God about what I needed and to talk tough with Him.

It began as a simple prayer but as I continued to try and talk with God I became angrier and angrier with Him. In the end I was swearing and cursing and giving my final ultimatum. If He did not provide a job the very next day He would no longer be MY God. I would reject Him and do things on my own.

Guess what? No Job. I was actually surprised. Did God not know I was serious? I headed back out to the woods and told God I was done. I no longer wanted Him and I had enough. I felt great and was so relieved that I no longer had to rely upon a failing God. I headed back into the house and looked forward to my new life without God.

I woke up the next morning and to my surprise felt no different than any other day. I have no idea what I expected to feel like but it wasn’t anything special. I sat down to breakfast and my wife placed a bowl of Cheerios in front of me like other mornings and I bent my head to pray.

It was at that moment I realized what having no hope felt like. It was terrifying. I was alone and my family was alone. I had no God to pray to or to rely on. I realized that I was just tired of waiting on God but that deep down I had hope that He would take care of my family and me.

I jumped up and ran across the back yard to the woods to the very same place that I had cursed God and abandoned Him and fell to my knees. I was full and sorrow and wept while trying to explain myself to God. I was sorry and wanted nothing more than to be with Him and talk with Him.

I learned what hope was over a bowl of Cheerios or more likely I learned what having no hope was over a bowl of Cheerios. I learned a truth that still stays with me to this day. I think daily about hope and therefore I thank my God daily for it.

God must have actually been listening to my cries for help because two weeks later I landed a good job at a technology company.

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Converse…

My oldest brother purchased me a pair of Converse running shoes when I was 10yrs old. They were blue with a red logo on the side of them. To a 10yr old kid these shoes were to be cherished and shown off to all of my friends.

I had these shoes for about 3 weeks when one day it had began to rain, not heavy at first, so I rushed to get inside and in doing that I cut across our front yard since it was the shortest path to the front porch. I was pretty much successful in not getting my shoes wet.

Once inside my brother, who had purchased the shoes, noticed that the front of the shoes were wet and had some grass on the tips from cutting through the front yard. He told me to take them off and give them to him. I was a little worried that he would be upset but thought I was just going to get a “talking” to.

He inspected the shoes and noticed the grass on the shoes and wanted me to see it up close. He held the shoe in front of me and told to look closely at how the tips of the shoes were getting ruined because of my stupidity. I looked closer.

What happened next has affected my life ever since. As I looked closer he hit me in the mouth with the part of the shoe that had grass on it and then threw it at me while screaming about how stupid I was and that he would never buy me anything again. Bleeding from my lip and tears running down my face I apologized and took my once prized possession which had quickly gone from being prized to something I was unworthy of and was a thing to be feared.

The other day I was talking with my daughter and the discussion came up about not walking on the grass. While I don’t really care if anyone else walks on the grass, I have an aversion to it. I try not to do it and will walk several feet out of the way if needed. She found this interesting and so we discussed the why and how of it which leads to this blog.

Though this blog is not about getting a split lip or an aversion to not walking on the proper path it does bring to light how we develop certain odd habits and quirks that we carry with us from our childhoods. I am sure we all recognize these things in ourselves and we can often look back into our childhood and see what the events were that affected us.

I often look around me and try to see if I am creating these events in those that are close to me. I check to make sure that my wife and daughters don’t avoid certain things with me, whether they be conversations or daily interactions. I am a little sad to say I can see some things that I have done that have “trained” them in how to act around me but for the most part I am caring and watchful of my actions.

We can often teach our families around us to not ask certain questions by our reactions or to not attempt certain feats, whether they be adventurous one or ones they just don’t have the skill for, because of our reactions in the aftermath of a failure. Words such as “I told you so” or “You should know better” are often our training tools as adults and parents.

Take a look around and see if your kids don’t wear Converse tennis shoes or walk on the grass so to speak. I certainly don’t have any Converse running shoes nor do I stray from the proper path. I learned a lesson a long time ago… and it is a tough one to forget. My family has it own oddities but most of them are self inflicted ones…:-)

Lin

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Tipping…

My daughter works as a server at a nice restaurant in our city. This leads to some good stories and I quite enjoy them.

She came home after work one day and relayed a story about how some Christians had left a tract on the table for their server. They had put his name on the empty line so it would be personalized. Her friend said they get them every now and again and she said it is greeted with some laughter and a bit of fun.

She is excited to get her first tract from a hit and run Christian. I must say I am waiting with baited breath for that time also. I want to know what kind of Christian leaves a tract at a restaurant for a server. Not that it is a negative thing but it is so opposite of what I think about. She is great at describing people and I just want to know all I can about it when it happens.

On another note she has relayed the opinions of servers about waiting on people on Sundays, the after church crowd. There seems to be a general consensus about Christians and tipping. We are cheap when it comes to rewarding those who serve us even though we are also very demanding. I know there are multiple reasons to be cheap such as calling it frugal or being a good steward. I just call it embarrassing.

I know that God owns the “cattle on a thousand hills” but apparently, for the most part, His servants are unwilling to part with 20 percent of the bill for a tip. I just hope if someone leave a tract about salvation it is neatly tucked into a 20 percent tip and including a written thanks.

Did you know servers make about 2.50 and hour and rely upon tips for their pay…

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I cannot choose…

I am reading a book that I have mentioned before (God on Mute) and below you will read and excerpt that I thought was meaningful. A pastor’s son was diagnosed with a disease which would not allow the son to live to be an adult. The pastor is talking about the changes in his life and below is a simple moment of clarity put into writing…

I am a more sensitive person, a more effective pastor, a more sympathetic counselor because or Aaron’s life and death than I ever would have been without it. And I would give up all of those gains in a second if I could have my son back. If I could choose, I would forego all the spiritual growth and depth which has come my way because of our experiences, and what I was fifteen years ago, an average rabbi, an indifferent counselor, helping some people and unable to help others, and the father of a bright, happy boy. But I cannot choose.

It is probably good that God does the choosing.

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Lie to me…

Does your kid lie? Are they good at it? I wonder where they learned to do that?

I think on most occasions we are the training grounds for our kids learning how to lie. I don’t mean it in that they watch us and learn that way ( they might though) but that we are in a round about way teaching them to lie.

Let me draw you a picture.

You are sitting on your front porch and your child is running down the sidewalk in flip flops. You have told them before that they are not to run on the pavement in flip flops. With good reason since they skinned their knees badly the last time they did it. You call them over after a minute and ask them if they were running in their flip flops on the sidewalk.

Couple of things.

Why did you ask them?

Are you trying to trap them?

Testing their honesty?

Whatever the reason you are providing opportunity for them to lie. Now instead of correction you have set a trap. One that they can dig deeper if the don’t respond properly. If they lie now they have not only failed to obey you but heaped upon that is now you are angry about the lie. The one you provided the opportunity for.

A better response might be to call them over and say “I saw you running on the sidewalk in your flip flops. Last time you skinned your knees running like that. Go inside and change into different shoes.”

Several things have been achieved here.

You addressed the broken rule. You gave a reason. You assigned a punishment by requiring shoes to be change. How much more our children could learn if they didn’t have to navigate the minefield of traps we set for them.

From a Dad’s perspective I don’t want my kids to lie to me and I would really prefer not to be mad at them. And if and when they do lie without a trap being set then it is a big deal.

Take a couple of days and watch yourself and those around you in your dealings with other adults. You may see it is present everywhere but you just don’t have to be one of those people.

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I got it…

I was reading a book named “God on Mute” and I came across a realization to myself. I am the king of saying “I got it” when asked if I need help. It has become an almost instant reaction.

I don’t need help with much and when I do I still use those three words to fend off my friends and their good intentions. I once moved a four bedroom house including a piano across town by myself in a 26ft moving van. I used the excuse that it was the weekend and I didn’t want to bother any of my friends (who lived with two miles of me).

I carried this thought a little further and realized that I do this in my prayer life also. If you have read any of my previous posts you may realize that I have had to “fix” a lot of things in my life and I have often done it alone even with my family and friends waiting in the wings to help. I have carried the can do I got it attitude right into my relationship with God.

He is waiting also and I just simply don’t think my problems are big enough to bother Him with. I got it. What a crappy way to live. I never end up asking my God to help and therefore all of my conversations with Him are about others. It seems though that almost every guy I know tends to do this. What a crappy way for them to live.

I refuse to let this realization languish in the same dusty closet that other realizations tend to be brushed into. I love my God and I think it is about time I dust off the “help me” phrase with Him and my friends.

An old friend of mine from a long time ago used to say “why would you steal my blessing?” when I would try and refuse his help or his offer to take me to lunch. I think this is true. If I have stolen your blessing in the past I will try to make that right. You can buy me lunch and I will let you help me if you see I might be in need of help and have not asked.

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Someone else…

A thought crossed my mind the other day after hearing someone talk about divorce statistics and other such depressing things. Who is this someone else that seems to be a large cause of love failing in our lives?

Someone else is simply someone else. Someone else is the person we choose to give our love to other than the one we KNOW who loves us. We know that God loves us unconditionally and yet we choose to seek someone else. We pursue the love of our friends, not so much friends, people in our workplace, those we play sports with and even the stranger who we might run across.

We hide our true selves from these people most of the time and put on a facade that will make the best impression and maybe, just maybe, they will look upon us an love us. It doesn’t even have to be real love it just needs to be good enough for the moment.

What about God… He will be there when I get back, right? He loves me unconditionally, right? I will fix things up when I am done pursuing someone else.

What happened to the honeymoon period? Did God suddenly get fat and undesirable? I really don’t know what to think about how we have misplaced our belief that God is worthy of getting up in the morning and chasing after like the love of our lives.

When I think about the divorce rate in the church it is no surprise that some of our spouses cannot hold onto the love required to stay married. If you look at how we dismiss God it is obvious that a husband or wife has no chance at being loved when there is someone else.

To my sports… I love you, but I gotta go.

To my friends… I love you, but I gotta go.

To my wife and daughters… I love you and I am never going.

To my God… I love you most and there is not a someone else.

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Dumpsters…

My father died at a young age and as you read in my previous blog it was a difficult time. You would have thought that things had pretty much hit rock bottom. Not so.

During the following year I began to misbehave and with a family of eight that was pretty much the only way to get attention. Looking back on that year it would be simple to wish I had behaved better especially with the outcome, but when I look at the here and now I realize it was part of what my story had to be. I suffered then and sometimes now, but I guess the difference now is that I  do not suffer alone.

At the end of my tenth year I became homeless. My mother must have felt a great deal of hatred towards me to do this. After a particularly difficult day she told me to go up stairs and pack all my clothes into a suitcase. This took me just long enough to think of how to apologize for my actions. I was scared. I went downstairs and she told me to go out on the porch and wait. I did and to this day I recognize with clarity the sound of a dead bolt lock sliding into place.

I cried and tried to get back into the house but the only response was my brothers and sisters peering through the window. When my father died I thought I had experienced the loneliest  moment of my life. It was not even close. As it became dark I began to really worry that I was going to be left alone outside. I begged and promised never to cause trouble but at this point even my brothers and sisters had become bored with looking out the window. It was silent and I was so much more alone.

I slept on the porch that night hoping someone would come out and I could sneak back into the apartment. No one ever came out and I never was allowed back in my family’s home. Silence and loneliness had a new depth. The next night I slept next to the dumpster to get out of wind and the terror of being rejected finally sank it. Everyone was gone.

At the time I was part of the Big Brothers program and once my Big Brother found out I was sleeping outside he came and picked me up. There is a great deal more to the story but that is for another time. The story actually takes a turn for the worse and maybe I will write it out sometime.

Is there a point to me writing another depressing blog?

Yes. I have learned to enjoy the silence and I speak clearly with the only Father/Mother who never left me in the dark. I see people quite differently that you probably do and I always recognize a lonely person. The only biblical promise that I care about is that I will not be left behind. It is freeing not to worry about whether or not I am missing out on something. I am not.

If you knew my wife and two daughters you would be blessed.  God looked upon my sorrow and chose the very best for me. I cannot complain.

I am loved…now.

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