• “When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

    When sorrows like sea billows roll;

    Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,

    It is well, it is well with my soul.

    I have posted the story of the song “It is Well” before and in the face of the tragedy that has unfolded in Texas, it seems inadequate yet relevant to post again.

    The images of mud splattered pink and purple sleeping bags on bunks scattered by that evil rush of water reminded me of our beautiful daughters whose lives brought these colors into our home.  I thought of the love and laughter that these colors delivered.  I thought of the expectation for the future that each of these young lives represented to their families and to our family.  I thought of the dreams stopped by that wall of water that so insidiously attacked in the dark of night, without warning and with devastating effect.

    Then a video was posted of the surviving girls from that camp that sat peacefully beside that river for 100 years, singing and praising God as they were bused to a location to reunite with their families.  I thought ‘why Adam did you not hold your hand out and fill Eve’s palm with yours, perhaps showing “what we have is enough,” and preventing the fall that has resulted in unimaginable pain and loss?’  I thought, please Lord compel them to rebuild this camp that has delivered You into the hearts of young girls destined to be leaders, wives, mothers and your representatives in this broken World.

    I think of the pain for those temporarily left behind.  I choose to believe with all my heart that every one of those beautiful girls achieved Heaven during that flood.  I choose the hope that is Jesus Christ.  I choose the awareness that God loves each of those girls and each of us with a love so much greater than we can comprehend.  I choose the knowledge that the parents and families of those girls will reunite with them one day in Heaven, for eternity.  I choose to believe that those left behind now have a far greater life purpose that is their story of survival and promise of Heaven when their time on earth is finished.  I choose to believe that out of this incomprehensible loss will come thousands who gain Heaven because of how God’s children dealt with the loss on July 4, 2025.

    The Bible verse Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (NIV), is a favorite of many because of God’s promise.  For the families of those lost, it is now their hope.  This verse reflected what would occur 70 years in the future and was held to day to day through the struggle of loss, relocation and subjugation.  For those left behind, the work continues with a greater sense of urgency.  To love and care for the families left behind and the spread the news and truth that is hope, salvation and eternal life that only comes through Jesus Christ.

    “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.”  John 15:1 (NIV)

    “It is Well”

    “The author, Horatio G. Spafford (1828-1888), was a Presbyterian layman from Chicago. He had established a very successful legal practice as a young businessman and was also a devout Christian. Among his close friends were several evangelists including the famous Dwight L. Moody, also from Chicago. 

    Spafford’s fortune evaporated in the wake of the great Chicago Fire of 1871. Having invested heavily in real estate along Lake Michigan’s shoreline, he lost everything overnight. In a saga reminiscent of Job, his son died a short time before his financial disaster. But the worst was yet to come. 

    Hymnologist Kenneth Osbeck tells the story: “Desiring a rest for his wife and four daughters as well as wishing to join and assist Moody and [his musician Ira] Sankey in one of their campaigns in Great Britain, Spafford planned a European trip for his family in 1873. In November of that year, due to unexpected last-minute business developments, he had to remain in Chicago, but sent his wife and four daughters on ahead as scheduled on the S.S. Ville du Havre. He expected to follow in a few days.

    “On November 22 the ship was struck by the Lochearn, an English vessel, and sank in twelve minutes. Several days later the survivors were finally landed at Cardiff, Wales, and Mrs. Spafford cabled her husband, ‘Saved alone.’” 

    Spafford left immediately to join his wife. This hymn is said to have been penned as he approached the area of the ocean thought to be where the ship carrying his daughters had sunk. 

    Another daughter, Bertha, was born in 1878 as well as a son, Horatio, in 1880, though he later died of scarlet fever. After the birth of daughter Grace in 1881, Spafford and his wife moved to Jerusalem out of a deep interest in the Holy Land. There they established the American Colony, a Christian utopian society engaged in philanthropic activities among Jews, Muslims and Christians. 

    After decades of benevolent activities, the Colony ceased to be a communal society in the 1950s, though it continued in a second life as the American Colony Hotel, the first home of the talks between Palestine and Israel that eventually led to the 1983 Oslo Peace Accords.”

    I”When peace like a river attendeth my way,

      When sorrows like sea billows roll;

    Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say,

      “It is well, it is well with my soul!” It is well with my soul!

    It is well, it is well with my soul!

    Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

      Let this blest assurance control,

    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,

      And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

    My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought—

      My sin, not in part, but the whole,

    Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more;

      Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

    For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live;

      If dark hours about me shall roll,

    No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life

      Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.”

    Father in Heaven, hold those close whose loved ones have gained Heaven.

  • There’s a Sweet, Sweet Spirit in those Places

    “Some bright morning, when this life is over, I’ll fly away…”

    Have you ever been to a place filled with joy, hope, faith and love.  A place devoid of all the World says matters?  A place where genuine care, brotherhood, sisterhood and family, trumped fleeting pursuits.  A place that replaced want and need with acceptance of the very situation where life had placed each person?  A safe place that loved the difficulties of life away.

    I have.

    If you arrive a little late you’ll hear joyful noise filling those little white buildings that dot the landscape of those hills and hollers of Eastern Kentucky.  If you’re early and with your grandma, you’ll likely spend the service smelling like the perfume of every sweet mom and grandmother in that little room.  Remnants of the many hugs and kisses generously poured out on you.  You’ll watch the desperation of a hardscrabble life and temporary situation give way to love, joy and the flooding of the sweet, sweet spirit that is the only hope and life that matters, Jesus.  So much Jesus!

    I have.

    Have you had the privilege of singing Onward Christian Soldiers, where the women and men naturally sing their parts?  Have you watched the reverence of a room singing The Old Rugged Cross, acknowledging the Savior’s sacrifice of his life so we can join and worship him for eternity?  Have you listened to and considered the beautiful harmony of every person close to your family fill those little rooms with Amazing Grace as they surrender their current situation to the promise of what is to come?  Has your heart compelled you to take that step out of your current situation that Just As I Am invites?  What a friend we have in Jesus!

    I have.

    Have you ever witnessed a country preacher get into a cadence of delivery where there is a melodic movement of their words that are entrancing and a little intimidating?  Have you giggled uncomfortably with your siblings because of this new type of sermon delivery?  Have you heard a good hell, fire and brimstone sermon that is the counter-point to God’s love?  A sermon that pleads the fact that Hell is real and when we reject Christ, we are choosing an eternity too terrible to fully comprehend.  Have you watched a preacher who feeds his family as a farmer, a coal miner or any other sort of job, transform into God’s voice in the wilderness for those amazing communities?  It is something to behold.

    I have

    You see, those houses of worship were filled with family and friends so close that they were family too.  Where worship was a collective, unified noise of the voices who made up the heartbeats of life in that holler.  Where the Sunday best dress, was likely hand made, passed down or newer overalls than the ones worn day to day for work.  Where sickness brought a flood of food and help and affirmation that no one was alone.  

    Those little Baptist, Church of God, Pentecostal, Methodist churches were what God designed his Church to be.  Centers where the community did life.  Where a wall sign updated you about attendance, giving, baptisms.  Most of those churches were surrounded by the members who had graduated to Heaven, leaving their physically worn out bodies marked by headstones, to remind those still on earth of their contribution.  The grass and shade that protected and invited were pallets for suppers on the ground.  Where pie socials were the catalyst for many of the marriages and families.  Those buildings were special because they represented hope and promise.  They were the source of welcoming and sending off.

    I have spent a lot of time in those little churches so giant in their reach and their influence.  Can I tell you that these buildings and their members were megachurches before the concept and the counting that assigns ‘mega’ status existed.  There were giants in these churches and they went by the name mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, daughter, son, aunt, uncle, cousin, sister, brother.  They were family.

    “They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching, to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread, and to prayer.”  Acts 2:42 (CSB)

    Have I told you of the amazing joy contained in those little buildings singing “take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to thee?”

    I have.

  • The Fishing Shirt

    I remember the day vividly when the old guy saw me on the closeout rack.  I was already reeling from the fact that no one had chosen me for the purpose that I thought I had been created.  They had cut me, sewed me, assigned me a title and hung me on that rack in the fishing section.  I was named a UV protectant, long sleeved fishing shirt and certainly worth more than the humiliating $9.99 that I had been marked down to, as a last-ditch effort to make something out of nothing.  The world that I was created for had rejected me and sent me to the ‘little value’ section, soon to be forgotten.

    So there I was, moved from one section of shirts, hanging new and pristine to this guy’s closet, full of shirts from too many styles ago and most without my proud heritage of purpose assignment.  I wanted these other old shirts, 1/4 zips, pull overs, short sleeved and button up shirts to see how I was made for the exciting, sun protecting, wind shielding, fish catching purpose of helping the old guy catch more fish.  He needs all the help that he can get.

    So I hung.  I waited.  I eagerly anticipated the exciting days to come of flying across the water in his old bass boat, fulfilling my destiny as we fished those East TN lakes and rivers.  Life was fixing to get exciting.

    Well one day he put me on and tucked me in his jeans, then cinched me tight with a belt.  Okay, this was it.  The day of my creation and purpose was here.  Hmm, this is a new one.  I wondered why he is drowning me in bug spray and why we were walking toward and into some hedges?  And that bucket for the fish suggested we were not going to be catching many and certainly not big ones.  I was confused to say the least.  But grateful to be off that wretched hanger.

    So I was thrust into these bushes having sharpe thorns designed to protect these black berries that I have come to learn the old guy loves to pick.  I was shielding his arms from scratches and cuts and those evil little ticks, that God created for some reason that is hard to understand.  Ah, most things are not mine to understand, just accept.  So morning after morning when this berries are ripe and the summer sun is hottest, I am on his back, in the thickets filled with thorns, protecting the old guy and serving a purpose that brings delight to so many in the form of  fresh fruit, toppings, jam, cobblers and on and on.

    As I look at my sleeves shredded from years of protecting the old guy and ponder the joy that my new purpose has brought, I can’t help but marvel at the God who makes all things new.  He takes things (us) off the marked down racks of false value assigned by the equally broken, and creates beautiful, life fulfilling and meaningful pathways of impact.  There nothing sexy as I am filled with the sweat and stained with the blood of my picking partner as we fill that small fish bucket that is in actuality an awesome blackberry pail.  There is everything purpose fulfilling as I perform my assigned role in the process of new life for those gifts the Father in Heaven has given us.  So we pick on.  Listening to the priceless words of God as we commune with him in the nature that he has created for us to delight in.  

    “Take a good look, friends, at who you were when you got called into this life. I don’t see many of “the brightest and the best” among you, not many influential, not many from high-society families. Isn’t it obvious that God deliberately chose men and women that the culture overlooks and exploits and abuses, chose these “nobodies” to expose the hollow pretensions of the “somebodies”? That makes it quite clear that none of you can get by with blowing your own horn before God. Everything that we have—right thinking and right living, a clean slate and a fresh start—comes from God by way of Jesus Christ. That’s why we have the saying, “If you’re going to blow a horn, blow a trumpet for God.”  1 Corinthians 1:27 (MSG)

    Man, I am glad that I was marked down and devalued by an unknowing world.  It was through that redirection that my life as a shirt took on the greatest imaginable purpose of impact.  I now hang in the closet full of joy and admiration for the purpose that I deliver and the value that I have been assigned.

    You matter to God.  Simply put, nothing else matters.  Perhaps the question you might ask is, “Father, what would you have me do?”

    You’ve got this.

  • Protection or Rejection

    “If you make the Lord your refuge, if you make the Most High your shelter, no evil will conquer you; no plague will come near your home.  For he will order his angels to protect you wherever you go.  They will hold you up with their hands so you won’t even hurt your foot on a stone.  You will trample upon lions and cobras; you will crush fierce lions and serpents under your feet!”  Psalm 91:9-13 (NLT)

    It’s that time of year that I look forward to as much as any and likely not for the reasons that would seem apparent.  It is blackberry picking season.  Hot.  Hard.  Sweaty.  Bleeding hands.  Imbedded splinters from thorns.  Alone.  This week’s picking has been brutal as East TN has been enveloped in uncharacteristically hot weather.  Awesome!

    I have to say there is probably nothing that has drawn me into closer relationship with my Savior than the time that I have spent picking blackberries.  I don’t ask or know why God chooses this to be my fortress of growth.  The removal of outside influence and the conquering of the adversarial thorns surrounding and protecting that beautiful little fruit, causes my mind to be flooded by the awareness of a beautiful God and those hedges around our lives that either protect or reject.

    I have heard the term “hedge of protection” used often to describe what a relationship with God and the presence of the Holy Spirit in our lives could and should look like.  Equally, I see that hedge of protection actually serving as a barrier of rejection, where we push away the source of life and hope.  You see, most often the very best blackberries are hidden behind those formidable thorns that when lifted up or pushed aside, reveal the largest, juiciest, most ripe berries.  A fact missed by the novice blackberry picker and a fact too often taken for granted by too many who claim the name of Christ.

    Please know that I am not pointing a finger nor judging where anyone is in their journey of blackberry picking and/or relationship with Christ.  We all have to start somewhere.  ‘Starting’ being the key word.  How can we finish a race that we don’t train for?  When the coach assigns the runner to the mile race, that begins the preparation for the race to be run and the ‘PB,’ the personal best time being the goal of the athlete.  Similarly when our Savior selects us for the race, we choose him to be our eternal coach, then the training begins.  A training that involves commitment, preparation, an empty bucket (our heart and life) to be filled, and daily steps that draw us closer to him in knowledge and surrender.

    As I prepare to pick blackberries the process involves long socks, long pants, long sleeved shirt.  All things that are counterintuitive to 90 degree mornings in the South.  My preparation includes tall rubber boots, a baseball cap then Deep Woods Off sprayed over my clothes, face and all gaps where intruders (mainly ticks), intend to breach my hedge of protection.  As I walk out the door, I carry an empty gallon white bucket that when full concludes my day’s picking.  While that filled bucket concludes my work, that’s when my picking partner’s work begins as Megan carefully cleans and prepares the berries for jam, cobblers, to be frozen for future use, for gifts to others and for the simple, delight delivering eating of those fresh berries.  God is marvelous and his marvels lay all around us.

    There are very few people that I meet that do not like or love blackberry jam.  And while so many love the results of the harvest, there are exponentially fewer who want to join me in the process of picking.  That’s okay and I love to see the joy and hear the sweet (no pun intended) comments from those experiencing Megan’s amazing jam for the first or fiftieth time.

    “Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.”  Matthew 9:37-38 (ESV)

    So my question today is simply this; is the hedge around your life a hedge of protection or a hedge of rejection?  There is no ambiguity with God.  We are either all his or not his.  John writes and God makes clear in Revelation 3:16 “So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.” (NIV). We cannot be born again and maintain the old behaviors that existed within us prior to salvation.  We are now the pickers of God’s harvest.  And that my friend is more than enough.  

    The berries are ripe, come join the harvest.

    You’ve got this…

  • For whoever needs to know this.  You are loved.

    Can I tell you a love story so marvelous to tell and too lasting to understand?  A love that can only be accepted.  

    It’s a story about love, rejection, correction and election.  A story of choice with bitter ends and beautiful beginnings.  A story of a love so deep, so wide, so far, so never-ending that the story continues and the love abides above everything else.

    The story began to remedy loneliness and create community.  Like the love we understand, this story was about the love of a father to his children.  The love of a wife to her husband.  The unconditional love that transcends time, space, hurt and replaces them with forgiveness and hope that comes from the never-ending source of love.

    This story is about the creation of love, the rejection of love, the redemption of love, the sharing of love, the eternity that is love.  

    This story is of flawed humans being used to deliver and reconcile love.  The story of an old man being willing to sacrifice and return what he waited a lifetime to receive, whose faith in love was rewarded with the Lover’s chosen people.  Of a mad man building a boat for 70+ years to save humanity from its own actions.  It’s about a stuttering man leading a throng of malcontents and redeeming a nation.  It’s about a shepherd being made a king, suffering in lust that led to murder who loved as a ‘man after the Creator’s own heart.  It’s about a woman who loved her mother-in-law more than heritage who redeemed her through love and devotion.  It’s a love story of the courage of a Jewish girl who boldly saved her people from annihilation.

    This love story is about obedient women and men who chose love over the mob.  Who chose a furnace over earthly honor.  Who chose human rejection for supernatural love.  It’s a story of a young girl accepting the love of the Maker over the condemnation of the mob and a faithful fiancé whose love was honorable in the face of confusion.

    It’s a love story so powerful that the creator of love was willing to sacrifice what was perfection and only love, for those who rejected his love.  This love story is so marvelous that those the World rejected were chosen to provide this message of love.  This is a story of example where the ample love of a blameless, sacrificed son, made a way for each of us to choose eternal love.  The story of perfect love.

    “Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:7 (ESV)

    This perfect story of love is tainted when we question the Maker of love and if this love is genuine, without condition and given without requirement.  This love is redeemed and made whole when we trust the provider and accept his unconditional love by surrendering all that we are to all that we are created to be.  

    “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”  Philippians 4:8 (NIV)

    You were made by, for and with love.  You are loved.  You have the inheritance of a love far too wonderful to allow a broken World to define for you.  You are loved by the limitless love of a limitless God who has limitless plans for you, if only you won’t limit your purpose.  The God of all creation knew you by name before you were in your mom’s womb.  He established you and your purpose, your identity and your impact before time began.  He loves you so much that whatever in life has brought you to this point, it was because of the never-ending love that he has for you.

    “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16 (NIV)

    Choose the only love that matters and allow all other love intended for you to flow through the perfect love of the Creator.  You matter.  You are loved.

    “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.But the greatest of these is love.”  1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)

    You’ve got this!

  • Life’s Blessings

    My first book, “What if You Choose a Regret Free Life” (www.myronmullins.com) is weeks away from release. And God has placed two more books on my heart, one of which is my experiences as a boy and young man with ‘my people,’ from Rockcastle County, Ky, aka Appalachia. I am so excited to share my memories and priceless life lessons learned in those hollers. Today I recollect a little.

    You’re blessed beyond measure if you have experienced the blue haze of coal smoke drifting across a holler when the wind is down and the morning still. As that blue smoke drifted down that narrow path it met and merged with the smoke being emitted from the next, then the next and yet again, the next in a community of small homes that made up the residents and life in hollers dotting the landscape of Appalachia, KY.

    If you’ve marked time by the distant whistle of the train passing the holler, emitting a lonely, yet affirming sound as it crossed the single road that connected you to your relatives and friends who have been the community for ‘as long as anyone can remember,’ you have been blessed.

    If you’ve heard the clacking of the mules shoes in the gravel or pavement of the road that centers the holler, you have been blessed with the peace that comes from the simple noise that confirms community. As that wagon drawn by a team of mules or draft horses came by you were sure to get a wave and most likely a half shouted, half grunted “hallo,” commonly known today as ‘hello.’

    If you were walking down the road that connected the ends and center of ‘your’ holler, you would likely see a relative or someone ‘who had been close to you’ your entire life as you walked. The walk interrupted by conversation asking how you are, how your mama or daddy is, etc. You would always be offered a ride in the car or truck if room, or in the back of the truck or wagon.

    You have been blessed beyond blessed if you have stepped outside on a crisp winter night and listened to the quiet and stillness roaring through that little holler that has been your family’s home for generations. As you have looked up to witness the stars and planets uninterrupted by the invasion of city lights and the noise made by modern man, you saw God’s workmanship in all it’s glory, minus the ‘gains’ of a society quickly fleeing the community that you were blessed to call normal.

    If you’ve listened to the conversations and laughter over soup beans, cornbread made in a hot cast iron skillet, collard greens, sawmill gravy, homemade biscuits whose rows went on for what seemed like miles, chicken fried in Crisco, beans cooked with a ham bone, salad peas (that did not go in a salad), sorghum poured on a hot biscuit, food that had been ‘put up,’ apple butter from the prior year’s apples, you have been immeasurably blessed.

    If you’ve experienced the surrendering of a holler’s resident to Heaven (or tragically some to Hell that rejected the Father’s Son) at an Appalachian funeral and witnessed many ladies so distraught that the result was fainting, while the men spoke of harvests, tobacco prices, who was not doing well, and on and on, you’ve been denied one of life’s examples of genuine care and community.

    If you’ve seen a community defined by the outside World as living a subsistence life, give to those in need. Care for those needing cared for. Rally around those dealing with ‘hard times.’ Pray morning, noon and night for those sick, abandoned, imprisoned by alcohol or other addictions, or any number of challenges. Be the breathing, living, acting example of the widow that Jesus said gave more out of her poverty than those who gave out of wealth (Matthew 12:41-44). Be the day to day example of the second part of the greatest commandment (Matthew 22:36-40), you have been blessed.

    If you have never ridden the ice cold seat of an outhouse in winter. Carried the pee pot outside for dumping. Heard the whippoorwills call as the sun went down. Watched an Appalachian woman dispatch a poisonous snake with a hoe. Seen a mule pull a single-blade plow and turn the ground. Had cars drive by and wave and sometimes holler, “hello.” Experienced the heat of a full coal burning stove and the cold of a stove whose contents had ‘burnt down.’ If you have never gone to a ‘dinner on the ground’ at the local Protestant church (most likely Pentecostal, Church of God or Baptist). If you have never experienced the stories and laughter as sorghum (sorghum molasses if you’re from Appalachian KY) was ‘cooked.’ If you have never laughed poverty, unknown, future, situation in the face…I wish you would have experienced what I experienced as a child and young man. I am blessed.

    I have moved into the final 1/3 of my life with so much to share and give. What was taken for granted is now treasured in my heart and I want to share with you the amazing journey and joy that made up those formative years in Crooked Creek and Brindle Ridge, (Appalachia) Ky. Those slow days moved and left so quickly. Those dull experiences, now the precious memories of my life. The incredible blessings that are my life experiences are not taken for granted. As I share them with you, my hope and my prayer is my memories stimulate your life’s memories, framing the bad as learning and the good as priceless gifts from an ever-loving Father in Heaven. God is so good in all things, especially when we question if there is any good around us.

    You’ve got this.

  • Prepared?

    I just got tired of proclaiming the name of Christ with no ammunition in my proclamation!

    I guess the realization of just how formidable the enemy, Satan, is became real as I tried to defend my faith without real, deep and the perpetual pursuit of knowledge of God’s Word.  Matthew 4:11 “Then the devil left him, and angels came and attended him,” (NIV) is one of my favorite verses in the Bible, because it assures me that we are not alone against an enemy desiring to trip us and trick us into guilt and shame.  Satan desires to render us broken and on the sideline of this life and death match of Heaven or Hell.  You see, if you have given your life to Christ, Satan has lost you.  Now he simply has a strategy to make you ineffective.

    Those are harsh statements.  Truth can be harsh if we choose to receive it in a manner of defensiveness verses accepting truth as a life cornerstone and the food that empowers our purpose.

    I often use the analogy of ‘would you allow your husband or wife or children needing a life or death surgery to be operated on by a surgeon needing to read a “How To” book while operating?’  Of course not.  We rightfully expect the surgeon to know exactly what needs to be done heading into the surgery.  We were not present during the surgeon’s long hours of study, practice and preparation for this moment.  Spiritual fitness is no different than medical fitness.  It requires time, study, prayer, support, collaboration with other bothers and sisters (Church)…repeat.  The euphoria of dopamine release during an hour or two of collaborative worship and teaching in a week of 168 hours may be misleading instead of preparing.

    There is a great description of character that says “character is what you do when no one is looking.”  A relationship with Christ must be how we prepare in the quietness of unspectacular minutes and hours of a life surrendered to He who is greater than me.  I often tell our kids the difference between arrogance and ability is in the preparation.  You’re only arrogant if you can back up the boasts!

    Think about this.  The enemy (Satan) had the confident audacity to quote scripture to the son of the author of the Word.  That would be the equivalent of you or I sitting up before the surgery and walking the surgeon through the operation.  Not very likely!  So why is Bible study important?  Why is prayer so absolutely necessary?  Why is surrounding ourselves with fellow believers, flooding our minds with music, books, movies, small groups, friends so crucial?  Because the enemy is prepared and patient.  He patiently waits.

    “Stay alert! Watch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour.  1 Peter 5:8 (NLT)

    In business we are encouraged and cautioned to know the competition.  In sports, coaches caution against naive confidence that does not consider the competition.  There is a reason why businesses have boards and coaches have assistants.  When the Israelites were fighting the Amalekites, they were winning when Moses’ hands were up and as he grew tired, Aaron and Hur held them up for him.  Christianity is not a solo effort, but a team fight.  A fight that must be rooted in preparation that leads to knowledge and knowledge that relies on others equally committed to Christ Jesus.

    “Then the devil took him to the holy city and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. “If you are the Son of God,” he said, “throw yourself down. For it is written:  “‘He will command his angels concerning you, and they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.’  Jesus answered him, “It is also written: ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test.’”  Matthew 4:5-7 (NIV)

    Jesus was exhausted after fasting for 40 days and nights.  Then Satan struck when he was tired and hungry.  Jesus was prepared because he was God’s son.  If you are God’s daughter or son, are you prepared?  Intimacy with Christ comes through the learning of who and how immeasurably marvelous that God is.  Give it a try.  He desires to walk, talk, teach and hold you.  He will send comfort through those around you if you are open, willing and committed.

    You’ve got this.

  • There are no shortcuts

    A common phrase used by coaches in sports, careers, marriage, life.  

    We’ve been blessed this week to spend time with two wonderful families that God placed in our path last year.  I love the extension of our family that these families represent and I pray we do the same for them.  The laughter.  The intense corn hole matches.  The praying.  The love that is received and given.  What a blessing.

    As we spent time together I became acutely aware of the dramatically different paths we have taken as families to land where we are today.  One couple, super successful executives (now retired) with one of the largest retailers in the world.  Another, the developer of a successful HVAC company and some other offshoots that fed theirs and many other families. And then our family’s trek to these moments.  These moments of joy and togetherness are the result of hours, days, years and decades of head down, dog hard work and internal disciple.  The prize lay and laid all around us.  The prize was and is the journey.  The prize is the joy that the journeys deliver.

    So the message of the varied life paths that led us together resonated with me that “there are no shortcuts.”  Too often we celebrate the accolades that are the result of the disciplined journey, when the reality is the praise really should be in the systematic steps taken each day.  Steps of love.  Steps of learning.  Steps of gratitude.  Steps of tenacity.  Steps of commitment.  And above all, steps of faith seeking closer and closer relationship with Christ.

    I have a good friend who ran in the 2000 Sydney Olympics.  As he and I have spoken about this, what strikes me is the awareness that he logged thousands of miles, alone with a vision, a goal, a gift, only maximized by hours upon hours of rapidly forcing one foot in front of the other for the glory of a few moments of thousands cheering the results of exceptional ability manifested through discipline and determination.

    “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavily burdened [by religious rituals that provide no peace], and I will give you rest [refreshing your souls with salvation].  Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me [following Me as My disciple], for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest (renewal, blessed quiet) for your souls.” Matthew 11:28-29 (AMP)

    I marvel at people who have had a close and personal relationship with Jesus their entire life.  They are, unfortunately, the exception rather than the rule.  You see, Jesus offers himself as our Lord and Savior.  Freely given but with magnificent cost.  The release of all burden and doubt replaced by the gift of love, grown and revealed through ever increasing intimate relationship with him through discipline and surrender.

    “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.  But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”  Matthew 7:13-14 (NIV)

    There are no shortcuts to personal relationship with Jesus.    There is immediate assurance of salvation, if only we ask and invite Jesus into our whole heart.  There is a life path that leads to eternity.  Jesus desires to have intimate relationship with us.  Intimacy that comes through understanding.  Understanding that comes through seeking.  Seeking that is answered in his Father’s Word.  Relationship that manifests itself through prayer and time set aside for growth through discipline.  

    You’ve got this.

  • Just another evening…

    My wish for you is that you would experience one Monday evening like God blessed me with yesterday.

    We’re now parents to amazing teenagers who are busy within their circles of friends.  It’s so awesome to watch them grow and learn and fail and succeed and pursue the person that God has created them to be.  They are well-rounded human beings, in large part due to their amazing mother who exhibits grace and love to them daily.  I pray that they recognize the life and love gift that God has blessed them with in their mom.

    So we found ourselves alone on a Monday evening.  A French dip and loaded baked potato was the perfect and romantic dinner at McAlister’s Deli, sitting outside and taking in a beautiful East TN, May evening.  As cars were wizzing by through Turkey Creek, I sat and marveled that God had gifted you to me.  I don’t really remember what we talked about during our date night dinner but relish those precious moments sitting, talking, laughing and praying with you.

    Then the evening exploded into frenzy (and anxiety for you) as we enhanced our date night with a trip to Costco for coffee and like all good Costco trips, leaving with $250 of “must haves.”  I love that we were so excited by the deals on La Croix, Goldfish, Doritos, Glucosamine Chondroitin (I’m old) and other things that contributed to a successful venture.  I love that you have to mentally prepare yourself for Costco or Sam’s Club and the type-A personalities that we will encounter as we navigate those aisles.

    Then, as the proverbial cherry on top, you mentioned getting a hot fudge sundae.  The reality being you really just wanted hot fudge because you don’t love ice cream.  I love that we chose to drive through McDonald’s instead of going inside Freddy’s because we just wanted to be with one another.  After recovering from the trauma that McDonald’s no longer offers strawberry as a sundae topping, my ice cream cone was marvelous as I listened to you question the minimal amount of hot fudge topping your sundae.  From now on we’ll order hot fudge, complimented by a dollop of ice cream.  Man, rockstar life is awesome!

    I love that as I was preparing to chill and do little else for the evening, you goaded me into going hunting for the snapping turtle that has invaded our pond with intent to ravage our fish.  A typical issues several times a year.  I love that we sat on the hillside watching the water as the sun went down, occasionally seeing our foe but never getting the safe and true shot.  We sat there quietly, listening to the tree frogs, watching fish cruise along the surface, whispering every now and then, just being together.  I pray that I never lose the feeling that overcomes me when I hear your voice whisper to me.  It is the melody of my life, echoing joy, commitment, love…so much love.

    As I gave you a goodnight kiss and headed off to bed at the insane hour of 9:30 pm (do people really stay up that late on a regular basis?), I was overcome with the extraordinary gift of an ordinary evening with you.  Thank you for an uneventful and marvelously beautiful evening.  

    “Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.”  Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 (ESV)

    You’re in my top-10 this morning.  Private joke!  SHMILY

  • The Prisoner and the President

    “Do you know Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?”

    These are the words that my friend and brother in Christ asked our waitress yesterday as we finished up our lunch.  I was not surprised.  

    Several years ago, Stephen and I were introduced to one another, sitting over burgers at Litton’s Restaurant in Fountain City, TN.  I immediately was drawn to this guy who shared my hair style, had tattoos that revealed a life of many roads, was more interested in me and my spiritual state than anything else at that moment and was intense in his discussion about the amazing  grace and mercy that only comes from Jesus.  As we prayed over our meal and talked, laughed and shared, I knew that God had gifted me a lifetime brother who would sharpen me and challenge me.  

    “By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”  John 13:35 (NIV)

    Fast forward a couple of years of meeting, growing, sharpening and working together on Kingdom efforts, Stephen and I were a part of a Mens Bible study that met on Saturday mornings.  As Stephen was sharing with the group, he mentioned that part of his story involved being an inmate at a prison in Mansfield, Ohio.  Immediately my eyes looked up at what I had heard.  I asked exactly where and learned that he had been in the Mansfield Correctional Institution.  After some more discussion I learned that Stephen had been an inmate at that prison while I was president of a company that was down the same road that ManCI was on, at the same time that he was a incarcerated, and I shared that I could see the prison from my office.  Two brothers, equally broken, both imprisoned, one literally and one mentally.  Both crying out to the same God, asking for the same thing and both destined to receive what only Jesus can provide.

    So there we were.  The prisoner and the president, equal in every sense of the word because we are God’s beloved sons that he allowed to travel different paths.  Two men from vastly different backgrounds and life experiences brought together by God’s amazing plans and bound together by Jesus’ unfathomable love.  It’s a crazy and beautiful ride when you surrender to Christ and he will place you in rooms with vastly different and exactly alike brothers and sisters.  What an unexplainable gift Stephen is to me.  Much like the grace and mercy that my Father in Heaven showers on me: so underserved and so, so needed.

    “And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.”  Colossians 3:14 (ESV)

    So my brother from another life dimension sharpens me.  He motivates me.  I value the time he gives me because I witness the joy, love, hope and life that is Jesus, in human form.  Jesus, the great equalizer and eternal life giver, brought two of his kids together with experiences that sharpen one another as only he can and will.  Just ask him.

    “As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.”  Proverbs 27:17 (NIV)

    To learn more about Stephen’s story, check out his recent interview on CBN (link below).  If you have a group of church looking for a speaker/preacher who will set your hearts on fire, reach out to Stephen.  He’s that good.