Editing what is hopefully close to the final manuscript of Wil Clarey: The Impossible Summer.
Redoing my book proposal and “One Page” (those are very hard for me).
Writing a daily devotion for the Walk in the Light Bible Study.
Earning a living.
Keeping up with maintenance on two vehicles and a big house (and not doing that well at it).
And staying active in next generation ministry.
But vacation begins now!
It’s actually kind of a working vacation but that will mean more material here and on my YouTube channel!
First, I’ll be driving on the Lincoln Highway from Cheyenne to Chicago.
The Lincoln Highway was the first designated coast to coast highway route. It is far older (1913) and longer than the famous Route 66 and just as full of history.
For a history buff who also loves road trips, that sounds like heaven.
I’ll be gathering video and photos of many interesting places and stories along the way and sharing them in what will probably be a three-part series that I’ll publish in a couple of weeks.
You may have noticed that I will only be traveling on that highway from Cheyenne to Chicago.
Cheyenne is straight north from here and is the closest place to hop on the Lincoln Highway.
And Chicago (Wheaton College to be exact) is the site of the Write to Publish conference I will be attending next week.
There I will be concentrating on learning how to get my book published and marketed.
I’m sure some of that will include ideas for platform building which may affect what you see here so stay tuned for more.
In the meantime, if you read this before June 15th, please pray for traveling mercies and for this brain of mine to soak in some good information at the conference.
(And if you are about to criticize me for letting people know I won’t be home, the rest of my big family is staying home – not to mention the two ferocious dogs).
I was good at cross country running when I was young.
In High School, I rode my bike so much that I had a hard time finding pants that fit. Pants that were skinny enough for my waste were too skinny for my thigh muscles.
It’s how I recharge after a day of dealing with people.
Nowadays, I find my alone time in my “cave” (a spare room with no windows in the basement).
The bike tires are flat, so my gut isn’t. Pants that fit my waste have plenty of thigh room now.
So, what’s with the title? Am I writing about superheroes?
Maybe someday.
Proverbs 27 has a verse that says,
“Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another.”
(ESV)
As much as I love my alone time, I can’t do life alone.
I would flounder, lose my motivation. Life would stink.
Since I was a teenager, I started intentionally reaching beyond myself. I purposely sought to get to know other people.
The friends I’ve made over the years have challenged me in so many ways. They’ve encouraged, challenged and corrected me enough to keep my on the right path for my life.
When I’ve strayed from that path, they’ve guided me back to it.
Hopefully, I’ve guided a few of them in return.
All this comes to mind now as our church is getting ready to kick off small groups for the fall season. I’ll be leading a men’s breakfast every Saturday morning in Brighton, Colorado. We have dozens of others groups in the area. Email me if you want any information about them.
If you aren’t in this area, I strongly recommend getting involved in some sort of small group.
If your church does not have them or you don’t go to church, start one of your own.
People grow better together.
“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” (Proverbs 27:17 NIV).
Our garden has been a major time sponge as of late.
Yes, there has been some extra travel from family circumstances and some volunteer obligations. But what has occupied a large portion of my free time has been taming the jungle that is our backyard.
That’s given me lots of time to mull over the lessons my garden has given me.
Here’s a few of them.
If you expect any fruit(or vegetables), you have to plant some seeds.
I didn’t plant this garden to save money. I dare say the cost of seeds, water, a new sprinkler, and garbage bags for the weeds will make these some expensive veggies. That’s not even counting the cost of my time to tend the garden.
But, have you ever had fresh sweet corn straight off the stalk? Nothing compares – except maybe that crisp snap of just picked green beans, or that tantalizing aroma when you slice a cucumber just in from the garden.
I’m hopeful for these sensations come harvest time.
I’ve also lived long enough to see some of the kids I’ve taught over the years in children’s church and youth groups grow up to be joyful, thoughtful, caring adults. While I can’t claim all the credit for that, I can tell that some of the seeds I planted in their lives years ago have taken hold and borne fruit .
Sowing seeds costs, but it is so very worth it!
Soil prep is important.
The ground in our backyard is mostly clay. Even the shallow roots of grass have a hard time taking hold and staying put.
When I first planned a vegetable garden, I knew I had my work cut out for me. I rented a tiller. Then mixed in many bags of top-soil. That gave the veggies the nutrients they need and provided room for roots. How much room remains to be seen when I harvest the carrots.
There’s an old saying for those who want to preach or teach – “They won’t care how much you know until they know how much you care.”
Many people today have a warped view of the Gospel as just an old religion full of rules. Sometimes it takes time and consistent care to bring people to the point where they’ll even listen.
Every person is different and the real work is done by the Holy Spirit.
But God uses those times when you simply listen to people, help them, or just have fun with them.
When they see the reality of the Gospel at work in your life, they’ll be more receptive to it.
I also found that –
Weeds are a pain, but you gotta take care of them.
We’ve had a very wet Spring and Summer this year. When I was out of town for a while in late Spring, I came home to grass over a foot high and weeds taller than me. Our flower beds and xeriscaped area were completely overrun with weeds and the vegetable garden wasn’t far behind. This past two weeks, I’ve been working constantly and am down to spreading the last few bags of mulch. Thankfully, I’ve had some help.
The same is true for our lives.
The sins and distractions that keep us from being fruitful constantly crop up.
We need to accept the help of friends and God to get it clear.
Jesus comes along and does the hard work but we need to be willing to let him.
The work doesn’t end there. The weeds will keep coming back and I’ll keep pulling them, though it will be much easier now that the bulk of them are gone.
Plants need water – water comes from storms.
In Colorado, we usually have to water a lot. We’ve been blessed with a lot of wet weather lately so I’ve saved a ton on our water bill. Unfortunately, I’ve also had to fight to keep our basement dry. Our cars and trash cans bear the scars of hail.
One storm a couple years ago brought so much damage we had to replace our roof.
But we ended up with a much stronger roof.
To grow spiritually, sometimes we have to apply water ourselves with times of study and prayer.
Other times growth is thrust upon us with the storms of life.
Oddly, the single event that brought the most growth in my life was divorce. The emotional pain was horrendous but it opened my eyes to areas where I needed to change and caused me to seek a much closer relationship with God.
I never recommend divorce or any other tragedy, but I strongly recommend that we use those times to grow.
Not everything is a metaphor.
The largest plants in our garden are the corn stalks. Given their size, I’m not as concerned about the small weeds around them.
I thought about that in terms of sin and the predominant ministry in my life – student ministry.
The metaphor doesn’t work.
Even small sins can have serious consequences when you are a leader of young people. It’s critical that I keep a tight lid on even small sins. I need to keep my mind pure so even the smallest sins don’t take root in my life.
If you’re human (and I hope you are), you know that’s not easy. I’m far from perfect and have the same struggles as anyone else.
But one small sin, leading to another could wipe out all the work of ministry I’ve ever done.
My gardening thoughts covered many other topics. Maybe I’ll post some of those at harvest time. Until then, Keep planting seeds, watering, and pulling weeds.
My flight back from North Carolina made a detour. Despite swinging clear down to New Orleans, we still encountered turbulence from the large thunderstorms in our path.
Isn’t that just like life.
I arrived home to a misfiring minivan, a broken toilet, weeds threatening the garden, foot high grass in the backyard (it rained so much there was no time to mow), a leaky basement, a failing shower head, and a wife leaving me (just for the week to help her parents. Calm down.)
We managed to get through the week and got all the repairs taken care of but we are still in an emotional fog as my mother-in-law has taken a turn for the worse. She will likely take possession of her heavenly body this week.
This is the view from the middle of the storm.
Emotional and physical exhaustion threaten to rule.
Other than my daily devotional, I’ve only had one chance to sit down and write. The words wouldn’t come.
Even as the storms rage, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there will be sunlight on the other side.
“Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.”
Psalms 23:4 NLT
My wife and I will rest in God’s strength and guidance as the storm passes.
When we reach the other side, I will update you on my writing journey and the next exciting steps.
Until then, if you are in the middle of life’s storms,
seek the strength and shelter of the one who can calm storms with a word.
When the storm passes, rejoice in the clear new day.
Sorry I haven’t posted much lately here. I am crazy busy getting ready for Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writer’s Conference in a couple of weeks.
I have been keeping up with the writing on my other webpage (and Facebook Group). It’s a daily Bible study that takes you through the entire Bible in two years. I post the reading and add a commentary on a verse that stands out to me and encourage discussion, especially on the Facebook Group.
As far as my normal blog goes, I have two written that need serious editing. If work lightens up, I will try to get that editing done at lunch times over the next couple of weeks.
After Conference (Memorial Day week), look for my content here to pick up again. Thanks for your patience.
May 8, 2023
Monday – Gospels
Reading – John 20-21
Highlight Verse:
“(They still did not understand from Scripture that Jesus had to rise from the dead.) Then the disciples went back to where they were staying.”
John 20:9-10 NIV
They were taught by Jesus Himself. They lived with Him for three years.
And they still didn’t get it.
Immediately following this scene is where Mary encounters Jesus outside the tomb.
She stuck around.
And she encountered Jesus.
Yes, it’s true that the other disciples encountered Jesus later that day and several more times before He ascended. But they had to endure a longer time of uncertainty because they didn’t wait where Jesus was last seen.
There are times of uncertainty in our lives; times when we have no idea what Jesus would want us to do.
We would do well to stay where Jesus was last seen by us.
That could be in fellowship with people we know have close relationships with God.
It always means seeking Him in the Word.
It never means wandering away from the places where we are likely to encounter Him.
In times of uncertainty, do you tend to wander closer to God or away from God?
Who are the people you know who would lead you closer to God?
Glen Gordon “Gary” Davis, a used car salesman from Indiana, created the Davis Divan in 1947. Based on a custom three wheeled car built by then famous designer Frank Kurtis, Davis aimed to make it safe, innovative, and affordable.
Davis Divan at Lane Motor Museum, Nashville, TN
Davis’s ambition and ability to raise money was far greater than his ability to mass produce a car. After two years, his factory had turned out only 13 Divans before his investors and employees sued him for fraud.
Davis was a bit of a misfit.
I can relate.
Momma always said, “Remember, you are a totally unique individual, just like everyone else.” (She never said that, but it sounds better when I say it that way).
I’ve never felt like everyone else.
I’m an upper middle-aged man who listens to hip hop and bluegrass (Darius Rucker’s version of Wagon Wheel is playing as I type).
I love the culture of hospitality of the rural South and hippie vibe of Santa Cruz.
I like shooting but I’ve never been hunting and don’t have the desire to start.
I love cool and unique cars and drive a pickup and a minivan.
My pickup has Han Solo’s dice hanging from the mirror and a BB-8 in a hula skirt and coconut bra on the dash.
A Funko-Pop Bob Wiley (from the movie What About Bob) watches me type from his perch on my desk.
Am I normal?
One of several Tatras at Lane Motor Museum, Nashville, TN
I hope not!
My writing may never be more successful than the Davis Divan, but I’ll keep typing out these odd stories that pop into my head.
Maybe, like Gary Davis, I’ll find success where I least expect it. He took some of what he learned from the Divan and became a successful manufacturer of bumper cars.
Whichever way life bumps you, never give up on your uniqueness.
God only made one you. You might feel like you’re different than anyone else.
Celebrate your differences and contribute your uniqueness to history.
The first rays of light teased at the new day – one I wasn’t sure I could endure.
But I had to get up.
The women who had been cooking for us told us last night that they would be going to the tomb to anoint his body.
I feel guilt even recounting it to you now. I should have helped them. But I was numb. If someone didn’t tell me to do something, I didn’t do anything.
I know…
I was alive. My friends were alive and still here with me in this room in the Holy City.
I should be thankful.
I think we were only together because we had no place else to go.
Our whole world fell apart when they killed Jesus!
A week ago, it was so different. Crowds adored and praised him as he entered the city. They hung on his every word.
It was all good until that last meal. Jesus revealed that Judas would betray him – and that I would deny him.
He was right – on both counts.
Judas led a mob to us Thursday night and they took him away.
Friday morning – I can’t bear the thought – I denied I even knew him. It has been my deep shame since the moment I heard the rooster crow that early morning.
I pulled my stiff body off the cushion that Sunday morning and set about helping with breakfast. The bread was already in the oven, my shame compounded by my late rising.
I was about to ask what I needed to do when the ground shook. We all stopped and looked at each other. It was over quickly and we moved on.
I was tasked with cooking some fish – my specialty. We all worked together to try to have a hearty meal ready by the time the women returned.
They returned sooner than expected with a crazy story.
They said Jesus wasn’t there!
John and I high-tailed it to the tomb. He beat me there but I went right on in. There were the burial clothes, neatly folded. No body.
We went back confused.
Was there reason to hope?
Could he be alive?
I dare not believe it.
That evening, we were all gathered in the upper room. We had locked the doors because there were rumors going around the city that we had taken the body.
I gotta say, I was a little more than scared.
I might have been a little grumpy too. I wasn’t the only one. We were all in a very bad place.
Until we weren’t.
No one saw him come in.
He was just there.
Jesus!
At first we jumped in surprise. There was a scream or two. One of them might have been me.
He spoke peace to us.
Peace came like a wave.
Then, such elation came over us that cannot be described.
Our Messiah lives!
Over the next few weeks, he visited us several times, explaining the good news of his death a resurrection.
He even took the time to meet directly with me to forgive my denial of him.
Eventually, he took us up on a mountain where he – I’m not exaggerating here – flew up to heaven.
It wasn’t like the cross. This time we knew He was alive. We knew he was preparing a place for us in heaven. Until then, we had good news to tell everyone.
It’s the news that Jesus paid the price for all our sin. He sacrificed his life to fulfill the requirements of the Law for all. Then, on the third day, he showed his power over death by rising. Now we have power over death by believing and trusting Him.
I, Peter, saw all this. My eyewitness accounts can be found in the Gospels. I can now be found in heaven, thanks to my Jesus.
Photo credit Pisit Heng via Unsplash
I hope you enjoyed this look into the events of that first Easter. I did embellish the story so it is fiction based on truth. That truth is the Gospel.
It is my hope that you may read this and find that truth yourself.
The two mullets bobbed vigorously in the Chevy in front of me. I couldn’t hear the song over my music, but it must have been good to make two grown men look a bit loco at the stop light.
Is that so bad?
I guarantee you, if these two had been at a concert with the same song, there would be a sea of mullets bobbing to the beat.
I love music and my shorter locks have been seen bouncing at many a good concert.
I also love baseball.
I root for the Rockies, but I admit my favorite mascot is not Dinger.
I only lived in Pennsylvania for three years and only actually attended one Phillies game, but nothing can beat the Phanatic for shear insanity. The green snouted creature uses creatively crazy ways to show its devotion to the Phillies.
As a result, Phillies fans are some of the most fanatic in the country.
All this is my way of pointing you to my favorite verse of the Bible.
“If we are out of our mind, it is for the
sake of God.” 2 Corinthians 5:13a (NIV 1984 version)
I’m not afraid to be seen as a fanatic for Jesus. If I can yell at the top of my lungs when the Rockies hit a homer, how can I do less when Jesus wins the heart of a lost soul?
When I saw those mullets bouncing in front of me, I confess –
I felt a tinge of jealousy
over the good time they were having.
I hope my wild joyfulness will cause people to want in on the joy in me that overflows into my actions.
I almost hesitate to complete the rest of my favorite verse. It ends with
“if we are in our right mind, it is for you.”
(2 Corinthians 5:13, also from the 1984 version of NIV)
Yes, there is balance and appropriateness.
Just don’t let the balance tip so far
to the “safe” side that it robs your joy.
If I’m going to rob something from you, let it be your sadness, anger, and pain. And let me return joy to you.
So, the next time you see me singing at the top of my lungs or even raising my hands in prayer while I’m driving, tell me to get a hand back on the wheel and then
from his family home at the age of 16. He was trapped in the world of human trafficking in a third world country for the next 6 years.
He was bought by a war lord who put him to forced labor.
He had no rights.
He had no respect.
He had no love.
He looked for escape at every opportunity.
As he labored, he turned to faith in God for comfort.
There were no other believers in that area but he remembered enough of his family’s faith to get him started.
When the opportunity to escape finally came, he jumped at it. The attempt nearly killed him.
When he finally made it home, he studied more about Christ, eventually becoming a minister.
Then came the call on his life.
He had a vision in which he received a note from the people of the land of his captivity. It begged him to return.
I don’t know about you, but I would be very hesitant to return to where life was horrible. Nobody wants to revisit bad memories, much less, live among them.
The closer Maewyn got to God, the more he understood God’s compassion and the need the people of that land to get to know God.
Maewyn obeyed the call.
By now he had taken a new name to reflect his changed life.
He returned to that violent land, Ireland, under his new name, Patrick.
He brought the Gospel to a land that desperately needed it and brought about the most drastic revival Northern Europe had ever seen.
Maewyn was just a normal upper middle class teenager in his day. He suffered some extreme trauma that turned his life upside down. No one would have blamed him if he had just found a quiet place to hide the rest of his life.
But he didn’t.
Instead of letting the trauma rule him, he channeled it into compassion and action.
I know that PTSD, social anxiety, and many other conditions are real. I don’t mean to belittle them.
But what would happen if we submitted our fears and trauma to God and let him heal and use them to bring healing to others? I know it’s not easy or simple but Patrick and many others have shown it is possible and the fruits of their actions show it is worth it.
This Friday, as you enjoy your corned beef and cabbage or shamrock shake (or green beer), remember the life of that guy who brought Christ to Ireland and ask yourself if there’s anything you can learn from him. It might just bring you to a life of healing and action.