Saturday, 11 December 2010
8 cents
I hope you can listen to this and let it help change your perspective, mine was profoundly shifted (AGAIN!!).
slv2all
Monday, 29 November 2010
Loss of Hope
November 29
I have not forgotten, but how do I remember?
How do you remember what you have lost?
A smile, an old photograph, that sweater he used to wear, the way your eyes met hers from across a crowded church. That shirt he got, for finishing that race, his book collection, the way he always smiled even when he was mad, the way he wiped his hands on his napkin, or the way she zipped that last bit of her drink off her can, or the way she ate off your plate.
This world knows a million losses, and in each one of them there is something unique to be treasured.
The loss a father suffers of a child born-still is unique. A handful of us have experienced it, and in that handful only a few will talk about it. What the HECK do you say? What do you remember? What do you hold onto? It is awkward at best, because what is this loss like - like loosing a sibling, or losing a parent, or a distant relative that you barely remember?
no,
it is different than that.
For me it was and is, the loss of hope. Because as you father an unborn child -in reality- as a father, that is all you have. You may have felt a couple of kicks, or lived vicariously through your wife's experience. But really all you loose is the hope of what could be.
In a sense I lost nothing, in another sense I lost everything.
Part of me changed that day, and now years later what is starting to come back is hope. I think it has been missing, and I think I can see some light at the end of this tunnel.
Interesting thing the human soul is.
In the midst of this light, I get to face something else with my friends and family.
I'll be heading under a surgeons knife here in a couple short weeks.
Found a golf ball sized lump on my left thyroid.
Should be routine - in an out.
Strip the left thyroid remove the tumor with it.
and then
Hope.
Hope like everything that this tumor ISN'T, what it could be.
I miss most what my daughter could have brought me, and no, Keziah, you will never be supplanted - not entirely.
Never replaced.
Never forgotten.
Never Cherished.
slv2all
Sunday, 28 November 2010
Men, a Call to ACTION
Sunday, 21 November 2010
Development
Saturday, 6 November 2010
a picture worth a thousand thoughts

Saturday, 9 October 2010
Impatience
I met a very impatient woman tonight. A woman who's impatience has driven her from logical thinking, Who's impatience has driven her from ideal circumstance, from comfort, and into a spiritual dynamic few have known. I'm not talking about the woman waiting at a red light. I'm not talking about a woman waiting for her nails to dry. I'm not talking about a woman who picked the wrong check out line.
I'm talking about Marie Ens.
After you hear no, not now, just wait, long enough.
After you have seen to many kids sold into prostitution.
After you have seen to many kids sent back to abusive fathers, and incognizant mothers.
After you have seen AIDS rip apart a society.
After you have seen enough of despair.
You leave the comfort of your income.
You leave the comfort of retirement.
And follow you heart.
Follow it to the most unlikely places.
Where the rejected, unwanted, unlucky, deemed evil, become a conduit for blessing.
You leave all normalcy behind, and charge ahead with a fire in your belly that will not be quenched, for the planted passion that will not die, that will not go away. It nags at your heart, it pulls at the strings of your creativity, it stresses your familial relationships, it begs from your friends, it inspires, it is unquenchable - because THIS fire was never meant to be quenched.
But while we were yet sinners Christ died for us.
for them.
for every hurting child, for every divorced man. for every abused woman, for every child who has ever had a cigaret butt snuffed out on their skin, for every abandoned child, AIDS riddled mother, for every man locked into the addictive cycle of sexual sin.
for them.
But while we were yet sinners Christ died for us.
What if normalcy was not what you were called to? What if you have more potential than you could ever dream?
This is what the impatient women I met today stands for.
For true change.
Are you patient?
Maybe - for some reasons, you should give up your patience, and chase the unreal world of God's rich blessing. A blessing the world is dying to hear.
slv2all
visit Marie at:
www.placeofrescue.com/
Friday, 24 September 2010
Enjoy The Walk
These words were spoken to me by my friend Matt Schultz today as I prepared myself to joyfully bring my beautiful bride and my new born daughter home today. "Enjoy the walk" carries with it a profound meaning for me, and it is a demonstration of raw community. Of two men sharing deepest regret, painful hurt, and greatest joy together. And to me today, these are Jesus' words spoken to my soul, a demonstration of not only what we should do when life deals us a perfect hand, but what we should ALWAYS do.
Enjoy the Walk
To each of us in every moment, this is the Word - enjoy the walk.
There will be times when this is impossible.
Times of loss. When spouses die. Or get ill. when kids are gone, when sickness comes. When life is confusing. Bankruptcy. Divorce. Despair.
How do you "Enjoy the Walk" in times like these?
You don't.
But know there is someone else out there, who IS enjoying the walk who could come along side you in your time of need. I have long said that 'every need we have can perfectly be filled by another person' in the true spirit of community. That is the call of this creed - Enjoy the Walk - even in life's un-enjoyable times, to share our experience, our heartache, our devastation, our sullen state with one who can lift us up from the current mire of our existence. This is the clarion call of Christ Jesus - Enjoy the Walk.
In your blessing, in your depravity. In your abuse- and your love. In your bankruptcy-and your abundance. In your loss - and your gain.
Enjoy the walk.
Walk with one another - nothing feels better than helping someone else, then would you give the gift of launching your need into twitter, or facebook, or your community of faith, or your workplace such that, someone could walk with you? That someone could take up your slack, carry your load, help with your burden, meet your need.
I can't imagine writing this type of post in one of the hard times, I'm writing it in one of the good times, but let me tell you this, I have been carried, I have been helped, one thing I have done is I have shared my journey, I have shared my need. I have walked with others through my depravity, and at the very end of what I could endure - I found someone else, ready, willing, able, to carry me. Someone Jesus sent, because he is Lord of it all.
He is Lord of the Harvest - both the ones destroyed by flood, and those where the bins overflow.
Praise his name.
Thank YOU (ya you know who you are) for walking with me in this journey of life.
slv2all
P.S. The walk today, was down the same hallway we walked empty handed 2 years ago. Today hand in hand, I walked my Bride, and my beautiful daughter to a new Joy filled life of abundance, blessing, and a firm calling to BLESS the community that has given me so much. And as we cried, and opened that door hand in hand we remembered the deep regret, the pain, the heartache, the utter devastation - and the hope.