I did stupid things in college – and many of them. Classes were optional, studying wasn’t necessary, and my weeks generally revolved around the sport in season on the campus. God’s grace is real. I know it because I eventually received a college diploma.
Anyone can build a treehouse. It’s not rocket science. It just takes developing a plan of what the desired outcome is, grabbing a hammer and some different saws, and taking quite a few trips to the local hardware store for supplies. There is one thing I found to be true in building them: It is much more difficult to do alone.
My life isn’t perfect. I seem to make promises I can’t keep, I set goals that I sometimes miss, and I disappoint those I love the most. Maybe you can relate. This is why I love the month of January. It provides us all a big reminder.
Ten years ago it was said that there were over 33,000 “versions” of Christianity. Today, that number has only increased. Thousands and thousands of groups of people that think their ‘version’ is the right one. How did we get to this place, where people tailor religion to fit their needs, or simply create their own?
I am going to work with a legend.
Ok, maybe “legend” is a bit strong of a word. In fact, if he were sitting here, he would throw down some sort of joke to lighten the weight of that compliment. Regardless of what he says, God has used him to help people understand the grace of God and how it can be applied in the family.
Fifteen years ago I had one of the most surreal moments of my life. It happened because a friend of mine had died of a brain aneurysm the week before. We played basketball together on a Friday. He was gone early the next week. His name was Kevin.
I remember my first board meeting. Sitting around the table with 17 other Godly men and women was quite the intimidating experience. I was 24. When one of the most influential board members addressed me directly, I knew I was in for it.
Hand-written letters will someday follow the dinosaur by traveling the road to extinction. What once represented such a formal, elegant expression of words is quickly being discarded in favor of more efficient, practical methods of communication. What a shame.
Today is a big day. For we Americans, this day represents much more than fireworks, outdoor cookouts, and sticky watermelon faces. It is a day filled with history, significance and courage. The meaning behind the fourth of July helps us teach much greater lessons as well.
I remember the first time I was accused of being a Pharisee. It was painful, but true.
It was over 20 years ago now. I was living in a college dorm at Louisiana State University. At the time the legal drinking age was 18, and girls were permitted to come and go as they pleased. The resulting environment was toxic, as you can imagine.