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Faces in Places
Nov 20, 2020

What began as a planned trip to our annual National Youth Workers Conference in Columbus, Ohio, transmogrified to a board retreat, which became a tour to visit supporters from Michigan, Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama, Florida, Georgia and Ohio. Clearly, we could not visit all of the over four thousand households that have made Crossroads Farm a reality over the last twenty one years, for over nine thousand rural students in two Michigan counties. We selected people who have been with us from the beginning, many of whom we have never personally been able to sit down with and thank. The results of our search, became the itinerary for an eight State, nineteen stop visit, over fourteen days. We called it the Soil Health Tour and it was about checking the readiness for CRF to boldly push into the next steps of ministry developments. Some of you have followed our meandering path through the South.

 

We have eaten meals with friends who, have travelled the world, played in symphonies, ridden on Shamu, written a jingle for Coke, bought cars from Jay Leno, have a place in the Indiana High School Basketball Hall of Fame, performed at Carnegie Hall (twice), were college athletes, run corporations, were among the first students and volunteers at CRF, tried out to play in the WNBA, serve on boards like the Air and Space Center and Chick Fil-A, are highly ranked military officials, former CRF board members and proudly, we call them all friends. They all are extraordinary trajectory changers in the lives of rural students.

 

Even now, as states are beginning again to tighten restrictions on meeting and celebrating, we have discovered, for the sake of relationships, people are willing to risk illness. This is because, people seem to understand that “face-to-face” matters. The spirit of God travels. It brings hope, strength and unbounded joy. We need to see each other and if there is a lesson to be learned from this challenge to body-life and congregation, it is this. The extraordinary rises from the normal. One of the greatest meaning of life comes from the most basic thing thing. You.

 

In fact, God placed such a premium on our personal interactions that He commanded for us to do it often. At Crossroads Farm we have been teaching through many of these commands. There are 59, “One another’s,” listed in the New Testament. Here is our short list of “One Anothers’” from the road.

 

 

  1. We need to sing with each other.                                                                                                                                A recent study by the University of Texas El Paso linked maturity growth to the repetitious, out loud practice of singing sacred song. Surprisingly, this non-religiously biased study has demonstrated that in crisis and struggle, singing (and let’s just call it congregational worship) helps people cope. As I think back to Mrs. McFallen belting an aria of Amazing grace, I distinctly recall it bringing out the least mature side of myself at 15 years old, but who am I to argue with science.   Just this last Sunday, as Dawn and I shared a shared the second row of a large church in Mobile, Alabama, we were moved to tears in worship. Minutes later, we cried again as a mother watched her son in his profession of baptism. We sang. We need to. Frankly speaking, I refuse to relegate worship to be done by rocks. Never on my watch. Not while I have breath.
  2. We need to touch each other.                                                                                                                            Our trek through the CRF version of the Chisholm Trail has had us asking people repeatedly, “Are you hugging?” The overwhelming response has been a hug... in some cases, cautiously, but honestly that may just be because I am now more aware of the hug protocols, which makes me even more likely to second guess my approach, head placement and duration. I was already awkward, but now we are all really piqued to social anxiety cues. Yes. We have hugged. At the most cautious homes we have mocked hugs, feigned kisses and remorsefully spoken of upcoming days when we may feel free to express physical emotion again without social precaution. Don’t worry. We are being safe.

 

      In other words, we want to touch. Many of us use touch as a critical, if not primary       demonstration of love. Those of us who do, have had our psyches dramatically and negatively altered. We would never “Inflict,” our love language on another, but it does make me wonder how we move forward after we have associated physical expressions of love with fear and potential death.

 

  1. We were not made to communicate like the Brady Bunch.                                                            Bear with me on this. Everyone remembers the Brady Bunch beginning sequence, right? There was a man named Brady, in a box, and then four men, each in a box, til the one day when the lady, also in a box, met this fellow. Her three girls, each in a compartment, joined the collection of boxes. They added Alice’s box and the nine became the Brady bunch. We are trying, but our comedy stems from older and distechnical (a new social condition which I created) people hold prolonged discussions from strange viewing angles, looking through their bifocalized gopher squints at screen while they try to figure out how to share screens.            Most of my meetings result in at least 5 minutes of watching the technology follies.                   The quantum gap between technological acumen and the need to learn to communicate, “on the fly,” has created some of the funniest moments during the “Zoom Era!”
  2. People are generous.                                                                                                                         In spite of many households which have been sequestered, quarantined or otherwise restricted, most of us want to participate in being a part of the solution. Many of our stops hosted, fed and welcomed us with open arms (figuratively speaking, of course.) The outpouring of support for this ministry, the selfless prayers, the costly gifts, humbled us as people embraced the cause of rural student ministry.                                                                     To these people we say, “Thank you!”   
  3. No life is guarantied. We just received word today that one of our dear friends will be ushered into glory tonight as her family removes the machines that have kept her body with us these last days. Two days ago we discussed visiting her at her home. That was before her serious car accident. Angels rejoice. Her savior waits. Her family grieves. Her husband mourns.                      Earlier, we heard that another friend had been taken to the hospital. He was struggling for breath. Out of the hospital now and recovered, we caught our breath in prayer for he and his family for a few days. There is no one who escapes the end of days on earth. Instead of this being the rallying point to seclude, protect and fear, the believer, wisely, cautiously, and in deference to the weaker brother has an opportunity to speak hope, peace and assurance. The fact of imminent death, whether by pandemic, tragic accident or simply wearing out, is not our enemy. It is the promise of eternity with Jesus. It is our promise. Nothing can separate us from the love of God. Neither heights of frenetic fear, nor depth of despair; neither struggle, or sickness, or governmental failure, nor isolation shall divide us from the promise of our Father. I speak this.                                                                                   No difference of opinion, no tragic circumstance, no political election, or racial difference is worth a single one of my relationships. So I take this moment to tell you that I truly love you. I miss those of you whom I have not been able to see. I pray for all of you without ceasing. In the promise of God’s horizon, I know that all of these soul-troublers will pass because we are all to be together in heaven, for all of eternity, with no more tears, sickness, loneliness or fear. If I don’t see you here before then, I will see you there with Lynnette, and Margie, Billy and Bobbi. 

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Bone Weary... and Happy
Nov 03, 2020

 

CRF began its formal ministry in 2001 after spending a year in prayer and training with its student leaders and volunteers. This happened exactly twenty years ago. 

The first official event for Crossroads Farm was a murder mystery game, spread out over 105 acres. The night was ambitious from the start. With only three people working full-time at the Student Ministry Center, located in the ramshackle (and this would be the best possible description for the building) former Reading Baptist Church, the first outreach occasion would require more of a mindshare than what we felt we had.

On the afternoon of the event, while the local band, PFD (Pray Face Down) set the stage on a hay wagon that had been rolled into the north end of the old cow barn, Zac, one of our two employees was riding a mower through the shoulder-high grass, in order to complete the maze. A number of hours later, he would rush in to the CRF office in order to convert the hastily, and somewhat inaccurately sketched map into 50 charts. 

Our other worker, Scott, was busy making sure that the clues were placed in envelopes, numbered 1-10. These were distributed across the 105, football-fields worth of corn, trees and grass ways. We had not calculated the nearly 4 miles of cross-country turf, necessary to travel in order to procure all 10 of the clues. At 5:30 p.m. our 25 student leaders and the few under-informed volunteers (some of whom never would actually discover their assigned clue site on the grounds) gathered to pray one last time.

I distinctly recall the words I spoke to the faithful few who had dared to trust God for something bigger than our collective imagination. These leaders had hoped, prayed and imagined for over a year. It was now our role to wait on God. I may have been less than inspiring.

“Hey!” I said, hedging my bet on God’s part of this deal. “I’m glad tonight has finally arrived. We have been praying that a lot of your friends will come tonight. Listen. Even if we are the only people here tonight, we are going to completely have a blast!” 

My expectations had officially been couched in pessimism.

I went into the farmhouse to grab a few things before the night would begin. I exited the house at 6:05. There was nearly an hour before the start time posted for the event. In suburban America, we would have had an hour and fifteen minutes before kids would, mostly, be here. What I saw, defied my understanding of youth ministry. 

Our lane into the farm had ten cars lined up to get in. To the east, there were another ten cars waiting to turn right into the lane. Waiting to turn left and onto the farm, were another ten cars. As these cars parked in the field beside the barn, two, three and four, laughing students spilled out of their seats. 

I did some pretty quick math. I ran up to Zac, and handing him a credit card shouted, “Zac! We are going to need way more donuts! Go into every shop, convenience store, gas station and market and buy them out!”

He returned an hour later, having traversed twenty square miles for donuts. I contend that he also brought back, Hostess Donettes, a fair variety of Little Debbies, and perhaps, a few frosted bagels. 

By the time students had filed into the barn, we had a grand total of 186 students in attendance. I realized that God had us in the place where he wanted us.

This last weekend we celebrated the 20th anniversary of the CRF Murder Mystery. Amid the Covid pandemic fears, political uncertainty, moving program and adjusting to governmental requirements/ best practices and the instability of high school and middle school schedules, CRF chose to hold an event which would be predominantly outside. We placed sanitizer at key locations, kept groups of students to under ten, created wider paths and bigger site areas in the maze and masked up in the hospitality tent. I have not lost sight of the first lesson I learned twenty distant murder mysteries ago. God shows up.

These numbers may scare you, but they do not frighten a God who holds our future and eternity in the palm of His hand. Between our three MM20 locations, we saw 543 students and 115 adult volunteers for the 2020 grand combined total of 658. That is over 650 people who heard the gospel shared. It also means that over 30 students responded to the message of Jesus’ love and sacrifice for them. 30 young lives were stretched into eternity, while our world panics about the months ahead. I am concerned that far too many of us have made the decision to spare our own lives at the expense of eternity for someone else. I understand the controversy of the statement for most believers. I want to assure you that we at CRF will continue to make wise, safe and informed decisions regarding student, staff and familial safety, but I understand that I really have very little say in who is affected by a virus. 

I also want you to hear me say, that if God is to allow me to suffer with this terrible disease, my hope comes, not from the amount of days I have kept safely ensconced from it, but rather the 30 lives that will survive into forever with their God. I’ll make that trade every single time.

I walked to the house on Saturday night bone weary, but thankful beyond words for the lives he allows me to be a part of each week. By the way, if you take the annual average attendance over the last 20 years and add them together, that gives us the number of 9,000 students. 

One thing I know. We are going to need more donuts.

 

Matthew 6:27, 

Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

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One Another’s During the Days of Self Preservation.
Oct 22, 2020
Mark 13:20 "If the Lord had not cut short those days, no one would survive. But for the sake of the elect, whom he has chosen, he has shortened them.”
 
Day 47
March 18th, 2023
Catalyst Bunker, Rural Midwest
 
I am out of peas. I realize that this seems like a small thing to people who may not have had to survive this way, but to me, it is another step in the dismal march toward extinction. I was at first concerned about my meat store, but I now realize I am more terrorized by the loss of my cans of peas. I have 127 days left of carrots. 48 more days of beans and about the same amount of canned carrots line my shelves. I just never thought I’d run out of anything. At my current pace, I am able to read about a book a day, although given the fact that I shall not be attending a dinner party anytime soon, I am beginning to question their value. I have settled into a day in, day out grayish existence… but I will exist. Or will I?
 
I have often wondered, and I hope you won’t judge me for my overactive imagination, if sequestering myself away in an apocalypse-proof bunker would be worth it. I have determined that the only things that make life worth living are not things at all. They are relationships. Relationships with God through Christ and you, also through Christ. Quarantine has taught most of us one of two premises for survival.
1. Relationships endanger my safety, or
2. Relationships are the purpose of my life.
 
The two could not be more contrary. They may, in certain circumstances, both be true.
In a binary world, I am forced to choose one or the other, when in fact I may need to understand and act on both as true. Let me explain how the two concepts work in tandem to create value.
 
In 250 AD, a vicious plague was sweeping through Rome. The Cyprian plague was wiping out as many as 5000 Romans each day. While those who had embraced the Roman philosophies of the day, were challenged with a response to the legitimate danger, they, for the most part, fled. Christians, on the whole, did the exact opposite. 
 
According to The Gospel Coalition online Magazine, in an article, referenced a Dionysius, bishop of Alexandria, report. Responding to Pandemics: 4 Lessons from Church History  MARCH 16, 2020  GLEN SCRIVENER, “Most of our brother Christians showed unbounded love and loyalty, never sparing themselves and thinking only of one another. Heedless of danger, they took charge of the sick, attending to their every need and ministering to them in Christ, and with them departed this life serenely happy; for they were infected by others with the disease, drawing on themselves the sickness of their neighbors and cheerfully accepting their pains. Many, in nursing and curing others, transferred their death to themselves and died in their stead.”   Eusebius, Eccl. Hist. 7.22.7–10                                      
 
One may be able to compare the fatality figures to the worldwide, Covid-19 pandemic. What we would struggle to compare would be the emotional, spiritual and mental destruction of each. Death is tragic no matter its causes. What I do know is that pastors are being torn to shreds by congregations that have determined the Pastor’s responsibility in the crisis. 
 
“Do what they want!”
 
It is a more complex scenario than picking a side and running with it. There are emotions involved. My answer to the chasm between people is pastors is that we become all things to all men in order that a few may understand Christ. I realize the difficulty of this call, particularly during this period of history. It also may be better to state that a pastor cannot do this in their own strength. The role is too big for us.
 
I just left a social media ministry post board between youth workers. There was a full-fledged battle of ideologies. The youth pastor that fired the first shot was no more responsible than the people who attacked him. The irony is that at some point, he called on his right to voice his one opinion on this social platform. The opposition tore him to shreds citing his intolerance while demonstrating that he was not only allowed his opinion, but then, in an open display of hostility, belittled a brother in Christ. 
 
Can I be clear. As a messenger of the cross, I forfeited my right to my personal opinion long ago. Scripture is unclear in some areas, admittedly, but in respect to our commitment, grace and agape’ love for each other, it is not only clear, it is our foundation, core and strength. The problem was not in the side he chose, although I might add I felt it was a ridiculous statement. It was not even in the fact that he stated it. It is that both sides of this war felt entitlement while showing no grace to a member of the spiritual family. Shame on us. Father forgive us.
 
I hate the extremes most often. Not the people who hold to them. This season of extremes has revealed us as believers and the bride of Christ as exactly what the world has believed all along: contentious, self righteous, judgmental people who are willing to go to war with each other in order to win the debate or argument. I am ashamed of my people. I am grieved for our part in driving people away from the message of Christ’s love, the body of Christ. We must sadden our Father. We are the whoring bride in love with our own voices and at the expense of truth, we obliterate each other. When conviction of sin creates a visceral reaction to each other we have attempted to take on the mantle of the Holy Spirit while ignoring His voice.
 
The Bible offers no less than 59 “One Anothers” in the New Testament. Read these 21. They are convicting at the fringes of radicalism. They are our path out of segmented, destructive, I’m entitled to my own opinion, path we have chosen.
1. “Be at peace with each other.” (Mark 9:50)
2. “Love one another.” (Romans 13:8)
3. “Stop passing judgment on one another.” (Romans 14:13)
4. “If you keep on biting and devouring each other … you will be destroyed by each other.” ?(Galatians 5:15)
5. “Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying each other.” (Galatians 5:26)
6. “Carry each other’s burdens.” (Galatians 6:2)
7. “Be patient, bearing with one another in love.” (Ephesians 4:2)
8. “Be kind and compassionate to one another.” (Ephesians 4:32)
9. “Forgiving each other.” (Ephesians 4:32)
10. “Speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs.” (Ephesians 5:19)
11. “Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ.” (Ephesians 5:21)
12. “In humility consider others better than yourselves.” (Philippians 2:3)
13. “Do not lie to each other.” (Colossians 3:9)
14. “Bear with each other.” (Colossians 3:13)
15. “Forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another.” (Colossians 3:13)
16. “Encourage each other.” I Thessalonians 5:11)
17. “Build each other up.” (I Thessalonians 5:11)
18. “Pray for each other.” (James 5:16)
19. “Live in harmony with one another.” (I Peter 3:8)
20. “Love each other deeply.” (I Peter 4:8)
21. “Clothe yourselves with humility toward one another.” (I Peter 5:5)
 
My response to the pandemic, the fire that will either destroy me or refine me, is that I will value you. Your life matters, more than mine. Your fears are my courage. I will be a mask wearer to mask wearers. I will value the meeting together and be creative and tireless in my pursuit of you, the wandering lambs who have been scattered for this time. 
 
Lord, my prayer today is for those of us torn by conflict. It is for those angry at the uncontrollable things. I pray that we will come under your conviction and turn to each other in love. I pray for the end of Covid. I pray for the end of wrongful deaths, racial injustice, political dissension, and I pray that you come quickly.
 
In Jesus loving sacrifice,
Amen.

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Jesus McGuffin
Sep 08, 2020
McGuffin [məˈɡəfin]
 
NOUN
  • an object or device in a movie or a book that serves merely as a trigger for the plot.
    "the McGuffin in this intriguing comedy is an unpublished novel by a young writer killed in the war”
 
I was reminded of an interesting conversation by Malcolm Gladwell in his fabulous podcast, "Revisionist History." The cast is about the value of art. The great writer of thrillers, perhaps the greatest of all time, Alfred Hitchcock, while explaining a McGuffin to Dick Cavet says, “Yes. A McGuffin you see in most films about spies. It is a thing the spies are after. In the days of Rudyard Kipling, it would be the plans of the fort on the Khyber Pass. It is always called the thing that the characters on the screen worry about but the audience don’t care.” 
 
That began the wheels turning. 
I wonder if Jesus, in most cases, has become the believers' McGuffin. Meaning, I am questioning whether we as believers have made Jesus to be the object of OUR meaning and search. We have become the main character of our own faith story and subsequently, have relegated Jesus to the role of a plot prop. Let me play this out for us a bit.
*We speak to someone about our faith in Jesus. They do not seem to be blown away by our faith, or have any connection to the relevance Christ may have in their life. 
*Friends are walking away from the church. It seems as if the promises of God are not only something they don’t want to believe, but they don’t want want them even if they are believable.
*Worship seems to be lacking depth for you these days. The words are promising enough. Jesus seems to be promising victory, no more fear and Happy Days if I repeat the positive Christian Mantra enough, but where do you find the root of all these grand statements?
*Life is not working out as advertised for you as a believer. Covid, depression, joblessness, loss of identity etc… Yep. Where is the easy road?
 
I want to respond to the problem with the answer from Christ’s lips.
John 6:26

Jesus answered them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, you are seeking me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. 27Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give to you. For on him God the Father has set his seal.” 28Then they said to him, “What must we do, to be doing the works of God?” 29Jesus answered them, “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent.” 30So they said to him, “Then what sign do you do, that we may see and believe you? What work do you perform? 31Our fathers ate the manna in the wilderness; as it is written, ‘He gave them bread from heaven to eat.’” 32Jesus then said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, it was not Moses who gave you the bread from heaven, but my Father gives you the true bread from heaven. 33For the bread of God is he who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.” 34They said to him, “Sir, give us this bread always.”

35Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life;

Do not miss this. Jesus is surrounded by a mass of people in search of something. He tells them that He is not their McGuffin. He is instead, the real thing that they seek. He is not simply a means to their perceived end. He is instead, “the whole fulfillment.”
The people who are following Jesus, are actually not. They are following their own desires, whims, entertainments, satisfactions and results. Are you ready for this? Jesus promised them none of these. He merely pointed out that whatever their heart truly cried for would be found in Jesus. In other words, this was not ever about their story. It was, and is, all His.
This is a most subtle shift. One vantage point of Jesus has Him as a main component in our story; one frought with difficulty and reward, good times and bad. It is a McGuffin story where Jesus is the means to our desired end, and we have sold Jesus to our world as a really good McGuffin. But, we don’t care about the McGuffin any more than we are emotionally attached to a recipe for a great egg casserole. We will discard the recipe as quickly as we discover another that takes less time, costs less, seems to taste as good or decide that we like pancakes better for breakfast.
We have reduced Christ, the irreducible incarnate Son of God, to an insignificant means to our end. In doing so, we sacrifice everything for our own picture of happiness. We play a sport at the expense of bowing at His altar. We don’t tell others of Him because we fear that it is an inconvenient message. Who wants to be the bearer of uncomfortable news?
This is our weekly work. To place Jesus Christ at the center of our worship… not as a way to attain what we worship. We place him at the center of what we teach, in fact, the subject. He is not a 5 step process to being a better me. He is what I am running toward, not merely the road I am running on to another destination. 
Each week we should aim to destroy Jesus McGuffin. He is not Lord. He is not worthy and he is not eternal. Jesus Christ is.

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The Yoke and the Burden
Aug 24, 2020
Matthew 11:28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
 
As I write these words from Jesus I am beginning to wonder if they are true. As a minister and leader, chosen by God even for such a time as this, I am torn between the weight of the call and the promise of the light burden. I am reflecting on the words, “learn from me.”
 
My wife and I arrived back to our home in Michigan after 3 days of emotionally charged responsibility, including a 2000 mile round-road-trip. We breezed through Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee and Alabama. We dropped our youngest daughter off at her school in the midst of the Covid uncertainty. Three days before, we had left Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, a place that generally represents repose for us, in order to collect our thoughts, put in a three day office gather and pack. 
 
I had to make a last minute decision about a podcast recording trip through Chicago, Minneapolis ending in a time in rural Wisconsin. I couldn’t get peace. Eight states in six days during the turmoil of a confidence pandemic, if nothing else, will rob you of your ability to process. 
 
My middle daughter was married in June in an incredible drive-in wedding. I had pushed the emotion of this storied day, wrought with its inherent nostalgia, promise and loss into the closet of my already cluttered heart walls. Work resumed, picked up and in fact spun at new levels. A day camp, a week at a camp emerging from  the cobwebbed recesses of a questioning Fanghorn, then to our Northwestern branch location to observe their day camp was punctuated by meeting with supporters, board members and friends.
 
My wife Dawn and I moved in and out of empty-nesting like a neurotic eagle on an egg shaped rock. Something should be happening but it didn’t seem to be. I’m still kind of afraid to move,
 
We limped into a time of vacation that became consumed with other mandatory responsibilities news on the next immediate wave. We limped out.
“My yoke is easy. My burden is light.”
 
I sit in the tangle of tasks that enshroud my day. Doesn’t seem light to me. The busyness that we find ourselves swarmed under has come from the good intentions of fixing this mess for God. It was not mine to fix. It is light when Christ has it. In retroflection I question if the weight of Christ’s call was indeed, easy or light. The burden of the cross, nearly subjugated Jesus to depression, crying tears of blood for us.
 
No. I think that the weight spoken of in Matthew 11 must be of something other than ease and self sufficiency. It is a comparison to those of us still weathered to the judgement of God. 
 
LEARN FROM ME.
 
Ministers have been guilted into a covid-Savior role. We have to fix it all, figure it all, without grief, reflection or process. How in a day of consulate shifting sand do we as leaders, lead?
 
Learn from me.
 
My thoughts are a few, but I’ll share them  as they they are restoring my soul.
  1. Perhaps living in a spiritually generous society has softened 
  2. Being attentive to all of the contentious voices around me, giving ear to their opines may actually be sin. This is shifting sand.                                                                                                     I am carrying the call of God on my life. I should then, in prayerful submission to HIs leading, His quiet nudge in my spirit, move to the next place. I can ignore all the rest as noise.
  3. Consensus is an objective that always leaves both extremes wallowing in discontent. 
  4. The question is not, “if?” It is, “How?” We are called. We have a God who understands and speaks into into times like these. As I rest in the cleft of the rock, I am not moving until I hear His voice.
  5. I should learn from Jesus. He celebrated the process. He enjoyed the company. He relished God’s answers. He created the new vintage wine at the underprepared wedding. I rest, celebrate, grieve and breathe deeply of the life God has surrounded me with. 
  6. I reject the hurry and the urge to leap because someone is urging me to do so. I breathe deeply. I rest in prayer on this ledge. 
  7. In 30 years, the movements, viruses and elections will be history. The decisions we make, calm we demonstrate and the faith we show will be the legacy of those we lead.

 

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