In January of 1990, I was a young Army Sergeant assigned to an Infantry Battalion at Warner Kaserne in Bamberg Germany. We lived on the first floor of a private home in Hirchaid, a beautiful Bavarian Village just off the Autobahn and about 8 miles south of the base. I loved it there and the family we rented from was very quiet and respectful of our space as we were of theirs. By this time my wife and our oldest daughter had been there for nearly a year and were about to welcome a new member into the family. I had adopted my oldest when she was already in grade school and I have never seen her as anything other than my daughter, but I had never experienced what it was like to bring a new life into the world. Continue reading
Tonight my nephew Troy, brave Warrior and Hero in the fight against Cystic Fibrosis, is back in the hospital in Jacksonville. Please keep him and his Mother in your prayers.
Why don’t he answer my prayers? I have prayed and prayed and nothing seems to change or get better in my life. I work more hours of my day than anything else I do and the days of my week are engaged more with survival than living. Consumed by debt, I push and I pull and still never seem to make ends meet. My job is a sentence, not a career and I am more dependent on it than it is on me. There is nowhere to go from where I am. The benefits are few and no opportunities exist for promotion or bonus…no reward for longevity, performance or vision. I have long given up on my dreams and have resigned myself to a life with no purpose, to simply trudge my way along in this unforgiving world, a place where the means of life is defined by the immediate environment in which I am bound to exist. Continue reading
Actions speak louder than words, they say, but sometimes a few words is plenty loud enough…so just in case my actions don’t say it clearly enough this year, let me throw this out there for you. Its been a wonderful year in more ways than one. I can say proudly and with confidence that the Lord is the spiritual center of my life and I am finally at peace. You have helped me with that in more ways than you know. You are, without exception, my favorite person…the physical and emotional center of my life. I love you with all my heart, and despite the thousands of miles and month after month of separation, we continue to learn each other and grow closer and closer every day.
It is an incredible thing to love so much. Some don’t understand it, some don’t want to and others never will. There are those who allow it to bring out the worst in them, while for many it brings out the best. But the really incredible part and the only thing that really matters is this…I have you, you have me and we both have the Lord to praise for it! So on the day that we celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ, I reaffirm to you that through this sometimes dark and rugged exterior there is a Godly man that absolutely adores his wife.
Merry Christmas to the Mrs…’cause I love you.
Once again it’s Christmas Eve and I sit by myself in deep thought,
A season, so true, has become much ado, not of Jesus, but of the presents to be bought.
There are stockings to be filled up with candy and under the tree will be toys,
And we’ll revive a miracle, not of Jesus, but of Santa, who brings joy to all good girls and boys.
Last minute shoppers out searching for deals will spend hours and hours at the mall,
To be the first one to get all the best and the latest, and they will spare no expense at all.
They pull and they push and they make a mad rush when the doors to the stores are unlocked,
It’s a scene of sheer chaos and of greed, even blasphemous, these crazy ideas we concoct.
The houses are lit up all down the streets with incredible shows of bright light,
And though, even then, at the most, one of ten has a manger scene even in sight.
And how many among us will actually pause for moment before dinner is served,
To say Grace to our Lord for giving us more than any of us ever deserved.
So many will think that my thoughts will confirm me a Grinch of the most miserable kind,
But in my mind it’s clear, that the thoughts that I fear are the falsehoods of Christmas I find.
Though the sights and the sounds of the holiday season promise seemingly endless delights,
It’s the spell of the indulgence that compels us to see our real gifts not as gifts but as rights.
Somehow we manage to pass it all off as the most wonderful time of the year,
But we have not much to say about Jesus’ day, at least not of what I can hear,
I wish someone would tell me with some sort of certainty how Christmas became just a word,
And how it became nothing less than insane, something totally and utterly absurd.
I hope and I pray that we all will, one day, see Christmas for what it is really worth,
That the reason we even have Christmas at all is to celebrate Jesus’ birth.
And that peace that we feel when we give Christmas morning is the true gift he’s given us all,
It’s a spirit of love that goes far and above any gift you can get from the mall.
This morning as I was driving into work I heard something pretty disturbing: “Duck Dynasty star suspended for anti-gay remarks.”
Obviously, the news did not go on to tell the whole story, just that ‘Duck Dynasty’ star Phil Robertson had been indefinitely suspended from the A&E show. My curiosity was piqued.
As soon as I was able to look up the news article, I did.
It is inconceivable to me that in this great country, nearly two and a half centuries after the founders declared independence “with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence”, that a man of faith must consider political fallout lest he be labeled a bigot, a zealot or even worse…a Christian. It’s a good thing that Phil Robertson is not a politician. If he was, he would very likely be making apologies for his faith and strong Christian values. Continue reading
It was the second time her mother called. She was always slow to rise from her perch in the mornings.
“Hurry now, your breakfast will evaporate and you will be late for school!”
“Coming mother.” She replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Lexi was a strong fairiality. She was very independent and a bit of a tom-fairy. She had heard tales all of her life of she-humans being powerful warriors and though she had never seen a she-human before, she aspired to be one.
As she made her way down from her perch to the breakfast branch, she overhead her father, a respected council member of the Chinderlings tribe, talking to her mother about the ceremony that was planned for that evening.
“Today, my dear, is a historical day. We have assessed many candidates and today we will select the best warrior from our tribe to flush the Gryphon from his lair on the Mountain of Caan.” Continue reading
Today I saw a post on Facebook by someone I know…a youngster having to grow up fast. “I may not have everything I want,” she said, ” but I sure enough have everything I need in life…” She was expressing appreciation to those who have supported her, obviously very thankful. Continue reading
Less than two months ago, my beautiful bride Valerie, lost her Mother. She died much too early and though there were contributing circumstances, it was her lifelong smoking habit that was responsible. Valerie makes a strong case for caring for the “vessel” you have been lent to navigate this life to the next…not just for you but for your loved ones. Read on >>
After my first marriage ended, I had time to think about whether or not I did the right thing. Its natural I think…not necessarily to second guess but to measure the consequences to everyone involved and ask yourself if it was worth it. I wondered if my ex-wife would be able to make it on her own. She is the mother of my children and though we would never be together again, I needed to know she was able to take care of herself. I wondered if I would be able to support myself, pay alimony and all our other obligations…kids and college and everything we had accumulated. I wondered how my kids would handle it. Continue reading
The Warrior sits all by himself,
alone but in deep thought,
inside, his heart is broken
but outside he’s hard as rock. Continue reading
For weeks, God the Father listened to the earnest, relentless prayers of seven-year-old Brian. I heard him pray for six to eight weeks every breakfast, every lunch, and every dinner, and of course, every evening prayers in the living room with his sisters.
“And God, I want a bicycle. Please, God, give me a bicycle.” Continue reading
We are all imperfect humans. And the one thing we struggle with the most is humility whether we want to admit it or not. Its one of the greatest obstacles to building a relationship foundation. God would tell you that there is someone out there for everyone who would be willing to put in the time and effort, no matter what you think of the ones you have encountered. Maybe you haven’t been selective enough with your choices lately but the worst thing you can do is let cynical self-centered thinking dictate the rest of your life. God doesn’t make mistakes.