Monday, July 25, 2011
My New Five Fingers
Today, I went for my first run in the Five Fingers. I got the shoes on Friday, and had been anxiously looking forward to my first run in them. Because they imitate the feel of running barefoot, the Five Fingers are supposed to cause a more natural foot strike when running, striking first on the forefoot rather than the heel. This creates less trauma on the body and produces fewer running related injuries. (Okay, that's a greatly abbreviated description of what barefoot running is supposed to do, but that will do for this blog.)
Today, I ran the majority of my run in my old pair of Asics. I will say, I love these shoes. They have been my faithful companion as I have finally gotten my butt back in gear and back into the world of running. They are light and comfortable, and I've pounded a lot of pavement in them. But, I've put way too many miles on them, and it was time for a new pair of running shoes, so I made the switch to the Five Fingers.
I only did the last 7.5 minutes in my Five Fingers today. I am allowing my feet, body, and running motion to gradually adjust to the new feel of running in them. So, here's my initial evaluation. The feel of running nearly barefoot was incredible. My feet were very light without the weight of a large, padded running shoe on them. I run on pavement, and my feet were not at all uncomfortable. I had a good feel of the road beneath my feet, but I did not cringe at the rough surface of the road. Having my toes free allowed them to splay as I ran giving a great sensation of being able to "grip" the road.
Running on my forefeet also gave me more of a feeling of springing as I ran. Even though I had the Five Fingers on at the end of the run, I was able to speed up my pace. I also had increased my running intervals today, but still had energy at the end of my run.
I will say that it takes some time to get used to the forefoot strike. After years of running more on my heel, this takes some adjustment. It's not bad at all, it is just going to take some time to get used to. Also, years ago I had a serious fracture of my right leg. This caused my right leg to turn out slightly more than my left. As a result, I had to concentrate a little more on getting a good forefoot strike with my right foot.
The greatest sensation from the Five Fingers was after I finished my run. Ordinarily, when I finish, my calves are aching, I have some pain in my feet, and my lower back is aching. Today, I had none of that. I got home and feel great. Now, bear in mind that I only did 7 1/2 minutes in the Five Fingers, so my evaluation may change with more time and miles beneath my feet. But so far, I am loving them!
Friday, May 20, 2011
Prayer Please
We live our lives each day in Anna. We work there. Our kids go to school there and are involved in numerous after school activities. We lead Journey Groups there. We are actively involved in the community there. Our house in Sherman has really become nothing more than a hotel that we arrive at late most nights only to crash and get up and get going again the next morning.
The driving and the late nights keep us exhausted at all times. We have almost no down time and little time that we get to just chill with each other. Keeping the house meticulously clean and ready to show at all times (which we aren't always able to do) is another source of exhaustion for us. And, the rising cost of gas makes driving back and forth, sometimes more than once in a day, a real budget strain.
So, I'm issuing an all call for prayer, serious, constant, persistent prayer. My mantra right now that rings through my head all day is: "God, please let our house sell." I'd love to have some of you agreeing the same thing for us.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
A Home
As a church, we have become burdened about putting some legs to our faith and actually taking on some of the things that God says we are supposed to be about as his followers, things like bringing justice to the imprisoned, food for the hungry, clothes for those in need, releasing the chains of oppression, and providing shelter for the homeless. I have to give my wife, LaRissa, most of the credit for being the one God has used to drive me and our church to a greater passion for these things.
Last year we began to learn more about The Samaritan Inn, the only homeless shelter in Collin County, TX, one of the fastest growing counties in the nation. LaRissa attended an orientation at the Inn and discovered several ways we could be involved. One of the first things we did was just spend a day putting in some volunteer hours painting at the Inn.
The project that really inspired us, however, was the Apartment Adoption Program. The Inn recently built the Gateway Apartments, an apartment complex to be used as transitional housing for families who are exiting the Inn and trying to rebuild a life for themselves. Residents of the apartments pay rent on an income based scale and pay for their food and utilities. Adopting an apartment means completely furnishing an apartment for a new resident as they are preparing to move in.
After learning about this program, we felt this was really one of the avenues through which our church could be involved in ministering to the homeless in a tangible way. So, we signed up to adopt an apartment. Mind you, our congregation has about 125 people in it, so this was a real challenge for our people. We began collecting items for the apartment in early March with the goal of having the apartment ready by the end of May.
The Crossroadies did such an incredible job of taking on this apartment. We divided the apartment by room for our Journey Groups to adopt as their mission project, and each of the groups did an amazing job. The parents of one of our members sold their home and donated a couch, love seat, end tables, and a dining table. All of them were beautiful pieces of furniture. Another group equipped the kitchen with utensils, small appliances, towels, silverware, dishes, and cookware, and filled the pantry and freezer in preparation for the family. Amazingly, even though all this stuff came from different groups and people who just heard about what we were doing, the living room furniture and the decorations on the walls and the place settings on the table and the decor in the rooms all matched perfectly.
We found out that the apartment was going to be for a father and his two-year-old little girl who had been living in their car prior to coming to the Inn. So, one of our groups took on the room for the little girl. They got a princess toddler bed, fairy decorations, and a beautiful chest of drawers. Another couple built a toy chest for her, and we filled the toy chest with little girl toys. Another person heard about what we were doing and donated a closet full of beautiful little girl clothes.
Another group took on the dad's room. They got bedroom furniture, bedding, night stands, and awesome, manly decorations for his room. Then, we found out that the dad got a better job in another city and would not be moving in to the apartment. We praised God for his job, but wondered what we would do next.
Another family was waiting in the wings for the apartment. Only problem, this family was a young mother, and her three kids, ages 5, 2, and 1. Oh, and two of them were boys. Our people took on the challenge, however. We completely changed the little girl room to a boy room complete with cars and trucks and Spiderman toys and a crib for the baby. We moved the little girl stuff into the mom's room, and once again were ready for our family. We found out the mom and kids were fleeing an abusive relationship when she came to the Inn.
The greatest moment of all was when this family got the keys to their apartment. Last Wednesday, several Crossroadies gathered in the apartment and waited for this mom to have the keys handed over to her. As the mom unlocked the door and came into the apartment with her kids and her mom, we all cheered for her and this incredible step she was taking for her and her kids. They ran from room to room with tears in their eyes as they saw the incredible home God had provided for them. The kids went for the toys like it was Christmas morning. We got out of the way quickly to allow this family time to settle in to their new home, but before we left, we gathered around them and prayed God's abundant blessings on them.
As we drove away, I remembered that as followers of Jesus, we are strangers here on earth without a home. But Jesus promised when he left that he was going to prepare a home for us. Ever since he left the earth he has been preparing a home for us. And one day, we finally get to see the place that is our real home. I can't wait. And I can't wait for the next time we get to provide another family with an amazing gift ... a home.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
"I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin
Now, there are a lot of possible interpretations of what this song is about, but my take on it is that it is about living in a world that is often dark and difficult and the temptation to give up on life and other people and what you believe in and what really matters. Look at how the song begins: "Now the dark begins to rise / Save your breath it’s far from over / Leave the lost and dead behind / Now’s your chance to run for cover / I don’t want to change the world / I just want to leave it colder / Light the fuse and burn it up / Take the path that leads to nowhere / All is lost again, but I’m not giving in / I will not bow, I will not break / I will shut the world away / I will not fall, I will not fade / I will take your breath away." The recurring line before the chorus is “All is lost again, but I’m not giving in.” So, the song really is about standing up even when life is trying to knock you down. Life is often difficult and it can knock your knees out from under you. So, how do you keep standing when life tries to knock you down? When life is difficult, when it seems dark and cold, when you just want to give up and leave the world behind, how do you stand? How do you not bow or break?
Well, we’re going to take a look at the life of a hero in the Bible to answer that question. About 3,500 years ago, the people of Israel went to Egypt to escape from a famine. And for a while, they were treated wonderfully. They were given food to eat and a place to live, and they were honored by Pharaoh, the king of Egypt. And the people of Israel thrived and grew and multiplied in Egypt.
But after a while, a new Pharaoh came to power. And he started looking at how the Israelites were growing in number and becoming prosperous and successful, and he started getting nervous that they were going to take over. So he enslaved them, and he put them to work on massive building projects. But the Israelites continued to multiply. So he gave them more work, treated them more harshly, oppressed them even more. And still they continued to multiply. And the more Pharaoh oppressed them, the more they multiplied.
So, finally, the pharaoh came up with a wicked plan. He would have every baby boy born to the Israelites thrown into the Nile River. Well, there is a mother who has a new baby boy, and she keeps him hidden for as long as she can. But the baby is get-ting old enough that he is starting to make too much noise. She can’t keep him hid-den any longer. So she makes a little boat and places her baby in the boat and puts the boat in the river. Well, about that time, Pharaoh's daughter has come down to the river to bathe. She spots the little boat in the reeds along the edge of the river and discovers the hidden baby. And she decides to adopt the baby as her own and names the baby "Moses." So, Moses grows up in the royal palace, with all the privileges and riches and splendor. One day, when Moses had grown up, he saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew slave, so he killed the Egyptian. Pharaoh found out about it and was going to have Moses killed, so Moses fled into the desert. Forty years later God sent Moses back to Egypt and in God’s power he delivered the people of Israel from Egypt.
Now, from Moses’ life, I want to show you four characteristics you've got to have if you are going to keep standing when life tries to knock you down. Number one, you have to have convictions. You have to have something you believe in, something that is worth fighting for, a sense of right or wrong. Look at what Hebrews 11:24 says about Moses
Monday, March 21, 2011
Free Will?
Sunday morning, on the way to church, Katie had brought these along for the ride just to occupy her time. She and Abby were playing with the dolls, but Katie would not allow Abby to play with the smallest one for fear that she would lose it. Instead, she left it nested inside of a couple of others. Abby got very upset about this and started wailing and having a horrible fit. Never mind that she could play with any of the other dolls. She wanted the one doll that she could not play with.
LaRissa pointed out that Abby was demonstrating what has so long been a part of human nature: we want the very thing that we cannot have. God told Adam and Eve that they could eat of the fruit of any tree in the Garden of Eden except the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. So, what do they do? They eat of the one tree they were told they could not eat. The one tree that was off limits is the one tree to which they are drawn.
Ever since, our sinful human nature tends to draw us to the very things that we cannot have. We do not like to be told "No," and when we are told "No," it tends to increase our desire for the thing we cannot have. Paul points this out in Romans 7. We desire to do good, but we wind up doing the very evil thing that we do not want to do. In addition, the commands of God often give rise in us a desire to do the very thing that God has prohibited. Paul uses the example of covetousness. God's command not to covet gives birth in Paul covetousness of every kind.
The real issue is our sinful nature, our human will. Our decisions, our choices, our actions are constantly impacted by the sinful nature that is within each of us. Our wills are dictated by our nature which is in bondage to sin.
So, do we really have free wills? Well, it depends. We absolutely have freedom of the will. Freedom of the will simply means that we are free to do what we will. Whatever our wills dictate, we are free to follow those impulses. Now, even within this understanding of the human will, there are limits on our freedom. Sometimes my freedom is limited by my own abilities. I may have the will to leap off a five story building and fly like a bird, but gravity, aerodynamics, and my own body structure will have something vastly different to say. Sometimes my freedom is limited by others. I may have the will to stay up till 2 am, but my wife may veto that. Sometimes my freedom is limited by society. I may want to drive 120 mph, but the law, police officers, and other traffic will be a serious limiting factor on my will. I may have the will to play with the smallest Russian doll, but my big sister may have something different to say.
In general, however, we are free to do what we will, we have freedom of the will. Our problem, however, is not really freedom of the will. It is freedom from the will, which we do not have. Freedom from the will is the freedom to do other than what our will dictates. Now, you may say, "I am fully capable of doing other than what I want to do." But that is not the same as doing other than what you will to do. Your actions and decisions are always a function of your will. You always do what you will to do. Sometimes you will to do what you don't want to do, but you will it nonetheless.
Another way of putting it is what Jonathan Edwards said. I am free to do what I will, but I am not free to will what I will. My will is a function of my nature, and my will always dictates what I do. And therein lies our great problem. I am not free from my will. I am in bondage to my will. My will drives me to choices that are destructive, harmful, sinful, and enslaving. Although I am free to do what I will, I cannot change the nature that drives my will.
The only way for me to truly be free is for someone outside of myself to set me free. And that is what Christ has done. Now, even then, my will is not free, because I give myself as a slave to Jesus Christ. But once Christ is in control, I am only then truly free to live the life that God has called me to. Only once I have made Jesus the ruler of my life am I really free.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
We Know?
As Christians, we love this verse. We quote it often and use it as a source of comfort in troubling times. It seems that we take particular assurance from it during times of great tragedy.
But do we really know this truth? Do we really know that in all things, God works for our good? It seems that often we do not really believe it. When we fret about the potential loss of a job, when our medical bills stack up, when we are discouraged that our plans for life are not turning out the way we had hoped, do we really know that God is working all things for our good?
I am often guilty of the sin of worry. I see trouble or difficulty looming on the horizon and I think of all the potential disasters that are going to happen. As a result. I get upset, stressed, and grumpy. Just ask my wife! And all of that shows that in my heart I am not really grasping the truth of this verse. If it really is true that in all things God really is working everything for my good and his glory according to his plan, then worry should never enter my mind.
I am often like the disciples in the midst of the storm on the Sea of Galilee with Jesus asleep in the boat. They feared for their lives, but if they really understood that the master of the sea was in the boat with them, they would have had nothing to fear. Instead, they wake him with the question, "Don't you care that we are about to die?" They doubted instead of trusting. And that is what happens when I forget this verse.
Father, help me to trust in your work in my life no matter what is happening.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Awesome Day
This afternoon we had our "Growing God's People" Class. I had a really good time with this group. Great interactions, and I love teaching people some practical things they can do to grow spiritually.
Now, I'm totally beat and ready to hit the sack...
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Snowpocalypse 2
Happy Birthday to Me!
January 30 is my birthday! Ok, it's not my physical birthday. I was actually born on April 13, 1973. January 30, 1983, is my spiritual birthday. It is the day I gave my life to Christ.
I grew up in a tiny town (population 144) in southwest Arkansas, in the foothills of the Ouachita Mountains, called Center Point. Every Sunday morning, our family got up and went to the Center Point Missionary Baptist Church at a little white frame church building that was about a hundred years old. My dad was a deacon and Sunday School teacher, and my mom was the “song leader.” We didn't miss a Sunday!
In the early weeks of 1983, I began to feel the conviction of the Holy Spirit. That's church talk for, I began to understand that I was a sinner and that my sin had caused some problems between me and God. Okay, at nine years old, I had never killed anyone, done or dealt drugs, stolen much more than a pencil or some candy from my brother, or seriously betrayed any of my friends.
In general, I was a good little kid. But I came to realize that I was still a sinner. I had disobeyed my parents, lied to my parents, gotten in lots of fights with my little brother, tried out a few bad words, cheated on a test at school, and was sometimes mean to my friends. Now, those may not seem like really big things to you, but what I really started to understand was that those things were serious to God and that things weren't right between me and him.
The other thing the Holy Spirit made really clear to me was that my only hope was in Jesus, specifically that Jesus had died on the cross for me, to pay for my sins so I could be forgiven, and that Jesus rose from the dead. I didn't exactly get all that meant, but I knew that if Jesus came back from the dead, then my best shot at getting right with God and going to heaven was in him.
So, all of that came to a head on January 30, 1983. The pastor offered a traditional altar call, an invitation to come to the front of the church at the end of the service, if you wanted to put your trust in Jesus. I was way to scared and shy at the time to do that (which may explain why I rarely do them today). After the service I bolted for the door and hid out in the car until my mom came. Then, I couldn't hold it in any longer. In a rush of tears, I told Mom that I didn't want to die and go to hell, but that I wanted to live forever with Jesus. She took me back into the church building, and in a little Sunday School classroom at the back of the church, our pastor, Brother Jerry, shared with me how to give my life to Jesus. I bowed my head and prayed a nine-year-old prayer to put my trust in Jesus. It was the greatest day of my life, and one I will never forget.
Yesterday, I got to celebrate twenty-eight years as a follower of Jesus. I got to preach that same message about Jesus to our congregation. Then yesterday afternoon, we baptized five people going public with their commitment to follow Jesus. Happy birthday to me!