There's been so much written about new discoveries pertaining to DNA. They can now tell if you have a gene that will make you susceptible to cancer. They can determine whether you will struggle with obesity. What other things are found in our DNA?
I'm not a scientist but one of the things my sister-in-law, Jennifer, said while we were together at Thanksgiving sparked a thought. She described us as a "giving" family. I believe that is in our DNA. We see a need and seek to fill it. We give when the rewards are not always monetary. We give when some one needs to receive.
That, just like other traits of our families are passed down through generations. In my family we spent a lot of time outdoors doing yard work, gardening and just cleaning up. I thought I would die every summer when I had to spade up the garden by hand (no rototillers here!) I thought I was going to die of sweating when I had to mow the lawn. That's when starting a lawnmower was...pull, pull, pull...you get the picture.
But as I matured I began to love being outside. I still miss the mowing, weed-eating, cutting down trees and cleaning up brush that I did on my property in OH...and the properties of my neighbors if they didn't run me out of their yard.
The giving and the outdoor work is in the genes of my adult kids. They got a lot of it from their mom who has always traded, scratched together and bought flowers to plant. Both CA and Nissa like to plant flowers and work in their outdoor creations. We all like the smell of bark mulch as we spread it in the spring. CA has gone into her neighbor's lawns and cleaned up when they were unable to.
Ben's propensity for outdoors has come out in his gardening in the city of Chicago. He started out just cleaning up the vacant lots around his house. His passion evolved into first a 20 plot garden for the community at a vacant lot to a neighborhood garden project that now has 160 plots, has spawned more neighborhood gardens and won he and his colleagues a first place in the mayor's neighborhood garden category.
None of the giving my kids have done has brought them financial gain. In fact, if you garden you know what it costs to plant flowers. One of the times Ben was out cleaning up the alley behind his house his 15 yr old neighbor came out and asked if he could help...but he was expecting to get paid!
The genes I mentioned in the beginning that caused cancer, obesity and other problems for us lead us to know that there are other things that can be passed down to us that aren't good. In fact, again without being a scientist, I believe that the wounds of past generations can also genetically alter us and cause us to behave in ways that are "cancerous". We need to be aware of those genes and seek the Father's healing of them so they don't pass on to other generations.
Our family can attest to the surety of the Father's healing of old wounds and the Holy Spirit's help in changing behaviors that are "cancerous". We're not in our perfect bodies yet, nor do we act like it always, but the hope is there that He will continue to heal us of our broken genes and release us to function in our healthy, Godly genes.
May you experience that in your life today.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Holy War
I'm not sure I have my head and heart around what I'm going to write about today. I guess that's okay since this is a blog which by definition is an ongoing conversation.
I've now read six of the thirty-seven Time/Life books I have on WWII. The human cost of that war was incredible and the conditions that people suffered through during the fight were horrendous. The cost of the war in financial resources was also beyond belief. The Allies lost over 33,000 planes alone in the war. The economies of the countries at war were shifted toward supplying materiel to the war effort. No wonder subsequent politicians have entered wars to bolster their economies. But that's a whole other subject.
What I can't seem to get my head and heart around right now are the implications of the model of war to the spiritual realm. Is the intensity of the fighting and focus on the enemy something the body of Christ needs to adopt toward evil spiritual forces? I don't see the passion and focus on the enemy among the Christians I know with few exceptions.
I do know several persons who are on the front lines of the battle for those who have been severely emotionally abused and controlled. They are daily fighting battles in the heavenlies for the lives of those who have been so severely abused. They are selling out for the victory over evil in the lives of those they touch.
It is obvious to me that we have fallen asleep at the wheel as the body of Christ in stemming the tide of evil. Pat brings home stories of the kids who are victims of a lack of sound parenting. Their parents are floundering and fighting but they don't know what they are fighting against. They are just fighting and the kids are casualties of the war. Some of these parents may be involved in churches but my guess is that many have either given up or ignored the invitations of the churches because they don't see them as relevant to the issues they are facing.
What does it look like (compared to a world war) when Christians go to battle against the enemy? Do we make sacrifices, accept food rations and do with less to promote the war effort? Do we seek to undermine the war effort of the evil one who is destroying our world or do we succumb to the "nice" words of the enemy to get us to put down our arms? Are we using subversive tactics to thwart the efforts of the forces that are attempting to overpower us? Are we putting all our financial, human and other resources toward the war effort to see evil defeated and the kingdom of God expanded?
I know that I am not. As I said, this is a work in progress for me. I'm not sure of the implications for what I am doing and who I am yet. I am expecting them to become clear to me as I continue to read and listen to the Spirit interpret them for me. Am I going to be part of the resistance or capitulate to the apathy that surrounds me? What does being part of the resistance really look like in today's world? As I have seen in the past I believe our warrior God will make this clear to me in practical terms. I need it nice and simple...and clear enough to work.
I've now read six of the thirty-seven Time/Life books I have on WWII. The human cost of that war was incredible and the conditions that people suffered through during the fight were horrendous. The cost of the war in financial resources was also beyond belief. The Allies lost over 33,000 planes alone in the war. The economies of the countries at war were shifted toward supplying materiel to the war effort. No wonder subsequent politicians have entered wars to bolster their economies. But that's a whole other subject.
What I can't seem to get my head and heart around right now are the implications of the model of war to the spiritual realm. Is the intensity of the fighting and focus on the enemy something the body of Christ needs to adopt toward evil spiritual forces? I don't see the passion and focus on the enemy among the Christians I know with few exceptions.
I do know several persons who are on the front lines of the battle for those who have been severely emotionally abused and controlled. They are daily fighting battles in the heavenlies for the lives of those who have been so severely abused. They are selling out for the victory over evil in the lives of those they touch.
It is obvious to me that we have fallen asleep at the wheel as the body of Christ in stemming the tide of evil. Pat brings home stories of the kids who are victims of a lack of sound parenting. Their parents are floundering and fighting but they don't know what they are fighting against. They are just fighting and the kids are casualties of the war. Some of these parents may be involved in churches but my guess is that many have either given up or ignored the invitations of the churches because they don't see them as relevant to the issues they are facing.
What does it look like (compared to a world war) when Christians go to battle against the enemy? Do we make sacrifices, accept food rations and do with less to promote the war effort? Do we seek to undermine the war effort of the evil one who is destroying our world or do we succumb to the "nice" words of the enemy to get us to put down our arms? Are we using subversive tactics to thwart the efforts of the forces that are attempting to overpower us? Are we putting all our financial, human and other resources toward the war effort to see evil defeated and the kingdom of God expanded?
I know that I am not. As I said, this is a work in progress for me. I'm not sure of the implications for what I am doing and who I am yet. I am expecting them to become clear to me as I continue to read and listen to the Spirit interpret them for me. Am I going to be part of the resistance or capitulate to the apathy that surrounds me? What does being part of the resistance really look like in today's world? As I have seen in the past I believe our warrior God will make this clear to me in practical terms. I need it nice and simple...and clear enough to work.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Numbness
Today I'm feeling kind of numb.
My task was to go on the usajobs.gov website and apply for some government jobs in the area. I took a nap...then went to get my newspaper. I read the USA Today every day and then I do the puzzles. First the crossword and then the two Sudukos. As is usual for Fridays, I got all the possibilities in the blocks but no solution to the puzzle. I ended up taking a guess on one of the blocks with only two possibilities...and I was wrong.
Wow, then I was tired again and took another nap.
I finally got downstairs before my computer to apply for some jobs. But first I have to do the bookwork. I needed to pay some bills and enter a few transactions that we've done in the last couple of days. That's enough to get someone motivated to get a job seeing the bank account dwindle. Ah, but Pat got paid today.
Gosh, now it was time for lunch. Made my sandwich, gave Rocky a Cheeto, baked so he can keep his slim figure and sat down to eat lunch. Done now...and back to the computer.
I pulled up Management and Program Analyst jobs and then did a search for Project Manager jobs. There were only 1902 in the US for me to look at which I did. All 1902. I focused on two and saved them for further review.
I finally got down to applying for the jobs. Man, can that be intimidating. One was with the IRS. Of course, there were lots of disclaimers about exaggerating your abilities and experiences, lots of new terms that I'm sure explain the simple processes of management that I have performed. But they were cloaked in mystic language to make them seem intimidating.
After filling out the first application and the questions about my experience I filed my application. Let's keep it rolling. On to the next job application where I found I had to use a different website to apply for it. I had to set up a new account and it wouldn't take things quickly from the usajobs.gov site that I had set up with resumes, etc. Another questionnaire and more questions that I think I answered honestly...if I really understood the question.
About 2 1/2 hrs later I am exhausted and done with my two applications.
So why am I numb? Because it looks like I am looking for a job and not something that I can delight in when I go to each day. Is it because I don't know what these jobs will look like? Is it because I don't know the people involved in each of these offices? Is it because I haven't found the right one yet? When will that come and what will it look like? How long will this process go on?
In a lot of ways it would have been easier today to go clean out the shop or wash the truck or take a walk...or anything else other than look for a job. Will the numbness go away?
My task was to go on the usajobs.gov website and apply for some government jobs in the area. I took a nap...then went to get my newspaper. I read the USA Today every day and then I do the puzzles. First the crossword and then the two Sudukos. As is usual for Fridays, I got all the possibilities in the blocks but no solution to the puzzle. I ended up taking a guess on one of the blocks with only two possibilities...and I was wrong.
Wow, then I was tired again and took another nap.
I finally got downstairs before my computer to apply for some jobs. But first I have to do the bookwork. I needed to pay some bills and enter a few transactions that we've done in the last couple of days. That's enough to get someone motivated to get a job seeing the bank account dwindle. Ah, but Pat got paid today.
Gosh, now it was time for lunch. Made my sandwich, gave Rocky a Cheeto, baked so he can keep his slim figure and sat down to eat lunch. Done now...and back to the computer.
I pulled up Management and Program Analyst jobs and then did a search for Project Manager jobs. There were only 1902 in the US for me to look at which I did. All 1902. I focused on two and saved them for further review.
I finally got down to applying for the jobs. Man, can that be intimidating. One was with the IRS. Of course, there were lots of disclaimers about exaggerating your abilities and experiences, lots of new terms that I'm sure explain the simple processes of management that I have performed. But they were cloaked in mystic language to make them seem intimidating.
After filling out the first application and the questions about my experience I filed my application. Let's keep it rolling. On to the next job application where I found I had to use a different website to apply for it. I had to set up a new account and it wouldn't take things quickly from the usajobs.gov site that I had set up with resumes, etc. Another questionnaire and more questions that I think I answered honestly...if I really understood the question.
About 2 1/2 hrs later I am exhausted and done with my two applications.
So why am I numb? Because it looks like I am looking for a job and not something that I can delight in when I go to each day. Is it because I don't know what these jobs will look like? Is it because I don't know the people involved in each of these offices? Is it because I haven't found the right one yet? When will that come and what will it look like? How long will this process go on?
In a lot of ways it would have been easier today to go clean out the shop or wash the truck or take a walk...or anything else other than look for a job. Will the numbness go away?
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Belonging
Several years ago when we were traveling with a healing ministry we found ourselves in Nashville, TN for a free evening. We went to see the movie Antwone Fisher. Briefly, the story is about a foster child who was abused, had lost contact with his family and was carrying a lot of anger into his stint in the navy. One of the lead characters, a psychologist played by Denzel Washington, encouraged Antwone to find his family.
After a search, Antwone found his family and was invited home for a banquet where he was welcomed by his extended family...a family he had never known. I was touched deeply by the scene because it hit a wounded spot in my heart.
I thought about that scene again the other day after Pat and I had been in Washington DC with her sister for a couple of days on a weekend. Since we've been adults I don't think the three of us have spent any time like that just hanging out. The crowd has always been bigger and there has been other agenda. On my side of the family we only have a reunion over a short weekend every two years, hardly time to get to know your relatives very well.
In this case, I was the focus of the encounter. My future and the future of my wife were at stake. Jennifer was helping me to put my resume together for some possible government jobs. I value her opinion because she is traveling in that world. She also helped me to work on interviewing skills. I've never been to a high-powered interview before. In most cases I've found my jobs within my network of friends. She grilled me to toughen me up for the stressful face-to-face job interview.
I wasn't sure just what to make of the time the three of us had together. My sister has always lived at great distances from me and we have never spent much time just hanging out. I've had a lot of friends but have always felt a little "outside" of those circles. It was a little difficult for me to get a handle on the fact that someone close to me in my family (that alone is something to get my heart around) would be willing to be my advocate, would be willing to go to bat for me.
Jennifer didn't hold back, didn't patronize me, didn't let me rest easy. She asked me to step up to the plate and consider the experiences that I have had and the expertise I have developed over the years. I believe she really heard me and genuinely encouraged me to consider more than what I have looked for in the past. I guess what made her more believable to me was that she was part of my family, part of the intimate group of people who have seen me at my best and worst.
Belonging to an intimate group of people, who have your back, who will stand with you regardless of the circumstances, who will cheer you on to the greater heights you are meant to soar in...I'm still not sure what that feels like all the time. I catches glimpses of that occasionally, just as I did when Antwone walked into that intimate family gathering and they welcomed him with open arms.
While I may not experience that much in this life, I can look forward to joining the banquet of the Lamb and being part of that intimate family for eternity.
After a search, Antwone found his family and was invited home for a banquet where he was welcomed by his extended family...a family he had never known. I was touched deeply by the scene because it hit a wounded spot in my heart.
I thought about that scene again the other day after Pat and I had been in Washington DC with her sister for a couple of days on a weekend. Since we've been adults I don't think the three of us have spent any time like that just hanging out. The crowd has always been bigger and there has been other agenda. On my side of the family we only have a reunion over a short weekend every two years, hardly time to get to know your relatives very well.
In this case, I was the focus of the encounter. My future and the future of my wife were at stake. Jennifer was helping me to put my resume together for some possible government jobs. I value her opinion because she is traveling in that world. She also helped me to work on interviewing skills. I've never been to a high-powered interview before. In most cases I've found my jobs within my network of friends. She grilled me to toughen me up for the stressful face-to-face job interview.
I wasn't sure just what to make of the time the three of us had together. My sister has always lived at great distances from me and we have never spent much time just hanging out. I've had a lot of friends but have always felt a little "outside" of those circles. It was a little difficult for me to get a handle on the fact that someone close to me in my family (that alone is something to get my heart around) would be willing to be my advocate, would be willing to go to bat for me.
Jennifer didn't hold back, didn't patronize me, didn't let me rest easy. She asked me to step up to the plate and consider the experiences that I have had and the expertise I have developed over the years. I believe she really heard me and genuinely encouraged me to consider more than what I have looked for in the past. I guess what made her more believable to me was that she was part of my family, part of the intimate group of people who have seen me at my best and worst.
Belonging to an intimate group of people, who have your back, who will stand with you regardless of the circumstances, who will cheer you on to the greater heights you are meant to soar in...I'm still not sure what that feels like all the time. I catches glimpses of that occasionally, just as I did when Antwone walked into that intimate family gathering and they welcomed him with open arms.
While I may not experience that much in this life, I can look forward to joining the banquet of the Lamb and being part of that intimate family for eternity.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
God's Will
I just finished reading another book brought to me by my wife who looks over the high school reading list and picks titles for us. It was Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult.
It was a moving book and brought me to tears...and also helped me to get in touch with my heart. It is so easy in the regular every day world to lose your heart. Life becomes routine and getting something done is all that matters. It is easy to forget people...humans...relationships. People are what matter.
So what does this have to do with God's will? For me, I need to be around people. I need to be involved in people's lives. My heart longs for connection with others on a basic level. That is part of God's will for my life. It's easy to forget and easier to overlook when others are not as quick to go to that intimate place with you.
Does it really matter where I work or who I work for? Does it really matter what I do for a living? Or is the most important thing to be connected to the people who are in life with me, daily and otherwise.
While I was finishing up the book I got a call from Nissa. She asked if I would like to go to a harvest party in Reuben's class tomorrow afternoon. She had called him and he was thrilled that she would ask me. So was I. I want to connect with my grandchildren, to have them know my heart, to have them know me...and in so doing know some of who they are. I'm looking forward to being with Reuben tomorrow and then getting to bring both he and Maddie home from school.
God's will. Sometimes it is easier to let it sneak up on you than to spend so much time laboring over it. Am I doing it right? Am I listening carefully enough? Am I pursuing the right path? Seems like that puts more on me than on God to let me know his intentions for my life. I think I'm going to let it sneak up on me.
I'm going to pursue jobs and opportunities and relationships and let God unfold the details. He knows his will better than I do and is able to communicate it to me in spite of my hard head, my less than capable hearing and my bend to do my own thing.
Where do we go today, God?
It was a moving book and brought me to tears...and also helped me to get in touch with my heart. It is so easy in the regular every day world to lose your heart. Life becomes routine and getting something done is all that matters. It is easy to forget people...humans...relationships. People are what matter.
So what does this have to do with God's will? For me, I need to be around people. I need to be involved in people's lives. My heart longs for connection with others on a basic level. That is part of God's will for my life. It's easy to forget and easier to overlook when others are not as quick to go to that intimate place with you.
Does it really matter where I work or who I work for? Does it really matter what I do for a living? Or is the most important thing to be connected to the people who are in life with me, daily and otherwise.
While I was finishing up the book I got a call from Nissa. She asked if I would like to go to a harvest party in Reuben's class tomorrow afternoon. She had called him and he was thrilled that she would ask me. So was I. I want to connect with my grandchildren, to have them know my heart, to have them know me...and in so doing know some of who they are. I'm looking forward to being with Reuben tomorrow and then getting to bring both he and Maddie home from school.
God's will. Sometimes it is easier to let it sneak up on you than to spend so much time laboring over it. Am I doing it right? Am I listening carefully enough? Am I pursuing the right path? Seems like that puts more on me than on God to let me know his intentions for my life. I think I'm going to let it sneak up on me.
I'm going to pursue jobs and opportunities and relationships and let God unfold the details. He knows his will better than I do and is able to communicate it to me in spite of my hard head, my less than capable hearing and my bend to do my own thing.
Where do we go today, God?
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Divine Appointment-Copenhagen
Unfortunately, many sailors in the navy do other things than look for a church when they hit port. Bars get busier, brothels cash in and restaurants serve lots of food to those tired of ship board fare.
I must have had duty because I stayed on the ship that first day in port. The first wave of sailors went over and came back with wild tales of debauchery--couples being intimate in broad daylight in the parks, homosexuals trying to pick up a date with bold invitations, live stage shows with unmentionable acts. It was obvious that Copenhagen had it's share of evil.
But where evil abounds so much more does grace abound. I knew if evil had a strong presence in Copenhagen then my Father had a strong presence there too. One of my shipmates handed me a flyer in Danish that mentioned something about Jesus...I could at least make that out.
As I left the bridge with the flyer in hand I asked the Father to show me to his people in this city. I remember going down several ladders to get to my berthing compartment. Along the way, another of my shipmates caught me and said "Hey Murf, I know where some of your people are!" He proceeded to give me directions to a group doing street evangelism with drama.
I made my way across the city with growing excitement looking forward to fellowship with other believers. I found the street group, YWAMer's (Youth With A Mission), who also had a coffee house in town in the building where they lived. I went back there with them, spent time among a group from all over the world there to make witness to Christ.
One evening we sat in the coffeehouse chatting with an avowed Communist. Another fellow was also at the table with me. We shared our belief in a God who was there and enjoyed a challenging conversation. When finished I discovered the fellow was from TX, had read Schaeffer and was tracking with me as we shared our faith with the young man.
As we left one evening walking back across the city me and a couple of guys who were with me sensed that someone was following us. As we pondered it we agreed that it was the presence of the Holy Spirit that was escorting us.
We ended up our visit in Copenhagen sharing communion with the YWAMer's there and departed to find our next adventure in Christ...courtesy of the US navy.
By the way, Brother Andrew also worked out of that building. Our ship had been rumored to possibly be making a trip into Leningrad--a first since WWII. I took the occasion to pick up 10 Russian New Testaments to be delivered to someone when and if I ever arrived there.
I must have had duty because I stayed on the ship that first day in port. The first wave of sailors went over and came back with wild tales of debauchery--couples being intimate in broad daylight in the parks, homosexuals trying to pick up a date with bold invitations, live stage shows with unmentionable acts. It was obvious that Copenhagen had it's share of evil.
But where evil abounds so much more does grace abound. I knew if evil had a strong presence in Copenhagen then my Father had a strong presence there too. One of my shipmates handed me a flyer in Danish that mentioned something about Jesus...I could at least make that out.
As I left the bridge with the flyer in hand I asked the Father to show me to his people in this city. I remember going down several ladders to get to my berthing compartment. Along the way, another of my shipmates caught me and said "Hey Murf, I know where some of your people are!" He proceeded to give me directions to a group doing street evangelism with drama.
I made my way across the city with growing excitement looking forward to fellowship with other believers. I found the street group, YWAMer's (Youth With A Mission), who also had a coffee house in town in the building where they lived. I went back there with them, spent time among a group from all over the world there to make witness to Christ.
One evening we sat in the coffeehouse chatting with an avowed Communist. Another fellow was also at the table with me. We shared our belief in a God who was there and enjoyed a challenging conversation. When finished I discovered the fellow was from TX, had read Schaeffer and was tracking with me as we shared our faith with the young man.
As we left one evening walking back across the city me and a couple of guys who were with me sensed that someone was following us. As we pondered it we agreed that it was the presence of the Holy Spirit that was escorting us.
We ended up our visit in Copenhagen sharing communion with the YWAMer's there and departed to find our next adventure in Christ...courtesy of the US navy.
By the way, Brother Andrew also worked out of that building. Our ship had been rumored to possibly be making a trip into Leningrad--a first since WWII. I took the occasion to pick up 10 Russian New Testaments to be delivered to someone when and if I ever arrived there.
Divine Appointment-Greece
I hadn't thought of it until this morning as I pondered writing this post that God is able to orchestrate things even using the US navy.
On our trip to the Mediterranean we were scheduled to go to Barcelona. Instead, some type of crisis in the middle east diverted us to Greece (but God used it as you will see!). We were to go into port there later in the cruise but this time we were diverted to Piraeus, a smaller port alongside Athens where a berth was available for us.
My captain was better suited to steer a desk but had to do some sea time to keep on his upward path. Put someone like that in a small port like Piraeus and something is going to get broken. In our case it was the main prop that got nicked on the anchor chain of another boat. An expensive driving lesson.
Once we got tied up liberty was called and we flooded into town. One of the first places a sailor goes is to the USO to get oriented. They were braced for our arrival because when we came into town we brought with us about 5,000 friends...all a part of our group.
I walked up to the information desk to inquire about an English speaking church for services the next day, Sunday. The desk clerk excitedly told me that she had been praying that she would be able to direct some of the arriving sailors to her church...God preparing the way.
It was at this church service the next day that I met the kids backpacking around Europe who introduced me to Francis Schaeffer and his books, particularly The God Who Is There.
Can you see how the Father who knows the hairs on our head and feeds every bird prepared the way for me to find someone to help me witness to my shipmates? My ship was heading to Barcelona and we got diverted to Athens. The USO desk person just "happened" to be someone who wanted to lead others to her church. The backpackers just "happened" to have found that church that morning and pointed me to a source of theological understanding that deepened my faith and sharpened my witness.
Today I know that as I sit here at my computer some 39 years later that God the Father knows where I am. He knows how he has gifted me. And he has a place for me to be at this time in my life. May you know today how much he loves you and is aware of every breath you take.
On our trip to the Mediterranean we were scheduled to go to Barcelona. Instead, some type of crisis in the middle east diverted us to Greece (but God used it as you will see!). We were to go into port there later in the cruise but this time we were diverted to Piraeus, a smaller port alongside Athens where a berth was available for us.
My captain was better suited to steer a desk but had to do some sea time to keep on his upward path. Put someone like that in a small port like Piraeus and something is going to get broken. In our case it was the main prop that got nicked on the anchor chain of another boat. An expensive driving lesson.
Once we got tied up liberty was called and we flooded into town. One of the first places a sailor goes is to the USO to get oriented. They were braced for our arrival because when we came into town we brought with us about 5,000 friends...all a part of our group.
I walked up to the information desk to inquire about an English speaking church for services the next day, Sunday. The desk clerk excitedly told me that she had been praying that she would be able to direct some of the arriving sailors to her church...God preparing the way.
It was at this church service the next day that I met the kids backpacking around Europe who introduced me to Francis Schaeffer and his books, particularly The God Who Is There.
Can you see how the Father who knows the hairs on our head and feeds every bird prepared the way for me to find someone to help me witness to my shipmates? My ship was heading to Barcelona and we got diverted to Athens. The USO desk person just "happened" to be someone who wanted to lead others to her church. The backpackers just "happened" to have found that church that morning and pointed me to a source of theological understanding that deepened my faith and sharpened my witness.
Today I know that as I sit here at my computer some 39 years later that God the Father knows where I am. He knows how he has gifted me. And he has a place for me to be at this time in my life. May you know today how much he loves you and is aware of every breath you take.
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