My Love-Hate Relationship


From one of the young guns wanting desperately to follow the Savior. Such great words, Derek. Read some of his stuff. You’ll be blessed.

Originally posted on Derek of Troy:

I have never experienced a more desperate love-hate relationship in my lifetime. Right now, I hate you. The more I hear about you, the more I hate you, because I want you so badly, yet I know you’re not good for me. I haven’t been with you for a long time, and oh, how miss that last time with you. You showed up, we spent the night together, my lips were on your neck. For a moment I loved you, then I remembered how much I hate the way you make me feel. You make me feel numb. You make me sick.

I can’t even tolerate one, short moment with you. I will not entertain you. You don’t deserve my love. You’ve hurt so many others, as well. You are a homewrecker. You are one I will not forgive. I have so many horrible memories of you, yet so many…

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Tony Compolo’s “It’s Friday, But Sunday’s Coming!”

Resurrection Sunday is nearly upon us. We’ll see folks in their Sunday best, little children hunting down Easter eggs, and Sunday afternoon meals and potlucks in homes and churches across the land.

Resurrection Sunday is nearly upon us…let’s not forget…

It’s Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter’s denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday’s coming. 

It’s Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It’s Friday; but Sunday’s a coming.

It’s Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, “Father, forgive them.” It’s Friday; but Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, “My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?” What a horrible cry. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. And at the moment of Jesus’ death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that’s because it’s Friday, and they don’t know it, but Sunday’s a coming.

And on that horrible day 2000 years ago, Jesus the Christ, the Lord of glory, the only begotten Son of God, the only perfect man died on the cross of Calvary. Satan thought that he had won the victory. Surely he had destroyed the Son of God. Finally he had disproved the prophecy God had uttered in the Garden and the one who was to crush his head had been destroyed. But that was Friday. Now it’s Sunday.

And just about dawn on that first day of the week, there was a great earthquake. But that wasn’t the only thing that was shaking because now it’s Sunday. And the angel of the Lord is coming down out of heaven and rolling the stone away from the door of the tomb. Yes, it’s Sunday, and the angel of the Lord is sitting on that stone and the guards posted at the tomb to keep the body from disappearing were shaking in their boots because it’s Sunday, and the lamb that was silent before the slaughter is now the resurrected lion from the tribe of Judah, for He is not here, the angel says. He is risen indeed. It’s Sunday, and the crucified and resurrected Christ has defeated death, hell, sin and the grave. It’s Sunday. And now everything has changed. It’s the age of grace, God’s grace poured out on all who would look to that crucified lamb of Calvary. Grace freely given to all who would believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross of Calvary was buried and rose again. All because it’s Sunday.

It’s Friiidaaaay! But Sundaaaaaaaaay’s Coming!

This old sermon, made famous by Dr. Tony Compolo, has gone through many versions…all of them similar and all of them powerful. Here are two more…

Resurrection Sunday is nearly upon us…let’s not forget…

Fundraiser Success!


I am so thankful for this amazing young lady. Follow her blog, but more importantly follow her example.

Originally posted on my[desert]place:

Thank YOU!

I am just continually amazed at how incredible God is.
How faithful He is.
How He provides for His children.

I can’t even begin to say enough thanks to everyone who has helped me so far.

We had a special guest grace us with an amazing performance.

Mike Herrera


Thank you Mike! You were amazing as always!

We also had a poetry reading by Abby Brooks
Musical performance by Stacy Ivy accompanied by Lynn Caddell on guitar
Musical performance by Sarah Wallace and the adorable Saniah

In summary:
Talent was great…
Fellowship was encouraging…
And the fundraiser was a complete success!

We raised $1373!

Thank you

Thank You!


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A Follow Up To One Son’s Post About Forgiveness From My Other Son Upon Hearing His Brother’s Testimony.

From the pen of my son. Daniel. May his words also move you toward forgiveness…

To Mom, we miss you and will always remember you. Thank you for being the kind of woman who taught us the ways of the Lord. You gave to us a chance to live a life not dictated by irrational decisions born of bitterness, desperation, and hopelessness. Matthew couldn’t have put into words how we feel any better. I will always love you and look forward to our reunion in Heaven.

To Andres,

You are seemingly blessed with second chances in life. Today I heard for the first time how my brother intervened on your behalf and gave you yet another chance in life and came to forgive you. Yet one other chance was given to you by a young man who suddenly found himself standing directly behind you at Red Robin one Sunday afternoon several years back. Little to your knowledge, there looming over you, was a man over 6ft tall and weighing 270 lbs, dwarfing you by comparison, watching you act carefree with your companions. Sudden and fierce rage, torrents of righteous anger welled up in this man. His fleshly desires desperately compelled him to reach out in revenge and wrongfully snatch from you what you had taken from his mother: life itself. On that day David, I chose to forgive you and live a life not dictated by bitterness…the kind of life my mother would have wanted for us. So I pray for you, that maybe one day you too will have the chance to walk with the Lord in Heaven and on Earth.

March 14th, Pi day, bad anniversary day… Forgiveness day

To The Man Who Killed My Mother


From the pen of one of my sons. May his heart move you to consider forgiveness as a powerful antidote to adversity.

Originally posted on Acts Of Manliness:

She was taken from us on March 14th, 1999.

Pi day. A day of whimsical merriment in the minds of many nerds and a great sales day for many bakeries and pastry shops across the world.

For our family though, it holds a different meaning.

Some days are harder than others, but no single day holds any more hurt or pain than any other, even the anniversary date.

Mom, I miss you.

I wish I had been able to give you one last hug, tell you one last time how much you mean to me, or how much I love you.

You wouldn’t believe how much you have missed in the years since you were taken from us. All three of us are married and you now have three beautiful grandchildren.

The kids will never know how amazing you were, they will never be hugged by you, they’ll never have…

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In the Still of the Night

In the still of the night the presence of God is deafening. When the heart starts to wander, his Spirit reminds me of Jeremiah who wrote,

“He has made my teeth grind on gravel, and made me cower in ashes; my soul is bereft of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is; so I say, “My endurance has perished; so has my hope from the LORD.” Remember my affliction and my wanderings, the wormwood and the gall! My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me. But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

His Spirit leads with his word, filling both mind and heart, and fellowship with him halts the rising tide of doubt. In the still of the night the presence of God is not deafening. It quiets my soul.



It is an honor and privilege to reblog a few very powerful paragraphs from my son-in-law Zach Ricks. I am so looking forward to more. May his tribe increase.

Originally posted on JesusandZach:

A word beforehand.

Mankind is the apex of the creative desire of God almighty.

Jesus Christ High King of all creation. Fully God. Fully man. Begotten before creation. Wrapped in the mystery of the Godhead. Holy is He.

He has called me. A wretch among wretches, thorn among thorns, sinner among sinners to receive His irresistible grace. He is Most High Priest and Savior. Who was birthed, betrayed, buried, and who burst forth from the grave. And now is reigning at the right hand of the Father. He, who through His Son, has called me by His Holy Spirit to be a son of God, member of the body of Christ, and brother to those of the same blood. Saved by the blood of God. Handed the highest priced of all boons: His Grace.

All praise and honor and glory are due Him. This is my highest call as the…

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Enjoying My Fellowship With God #1

Re-reading a classic by the great Bible teacher Dr. Lewis Sperry Chafer…”He That Is Spiritual.” Reflecting on the following from Romans 8:16, ”The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are the children of God,” Sperry wrote… “By this particular manifestation of the Spirit, unseen things become blessedly real. There is such a thing as “ever learning and never coming to the knowledge of the truth.” Truth must become real to us. We may know by faith that we are forgiven and justified forever: it is quite another thing to have a heart experience in which all is as real as it is true. We may believe in our security and coming glory: it is different to feel its power in the heart. We may believe in “things to come” through the exact teaching of the Word: it is a precious experience to have it made actual to us by the Spirit that “the Lord is at hand,” and that our eternal glory with him may be but a moment removed. Such heart experience is provided in the boundless grace of God for each of his children: but only those who abide in him can know this ecstasy of life.”

Sperry’s entire book is dedicated to helping us experience close, personal fellowship with God. I love him for it. After all once Jesus ascended into heaven, fellowship with God was different. However—and this is a very big, substantial, and vital “however”it was not less real. The Apostle John wrote in the first four verses of his first letter (First John): “This is what we proclaim to you: what was from the beginning, what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we have looked at and our hands have touched (concerning the word of life—and the life was revealed, and we have seen and testify and announce to you the eternal life that was with the Father and was revealed to us). What we have seen and heard we announce to you too, so that you may have fellowship with us (and indeed our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son Jesus Christ). Thus we are writing these things so that our joy may be complete.

Wow! We need to go on in First John to learn the “what and how” of this, but still, WOW! The apostle’s point could not be more evident. Even after the ascension, his fellowship with God remained intact. Different perhaps, but no less tangible…no less real. What’s more, every believer can have such intimate fellowship with God. If every moment of the rest of my life is spent walking in this truth and helping others to do the same, I will smile nightly as I fall asleep.

All Is Well

Christmas! Every year it rolls around and every year I feel its compelling pull.

Come see!

Come hear!

Come kneel!

Come pray!

Come worship!

Come receive!

And every year memorable moments are used by the Savior to remind me that all is well with my soul, because all is always well with my Lord.

Tonight it was hearing the below performance by Carrie Underwood and Michael. W. Smith. Listen as they take you to the thrown.




Yesterday, November 10th, marked the 35th anniversary of my wedding day. I spent the day in much contemplation. I thanked my Savior for so much. I thanked him for Vanita. I thanked him for our children. I thanked him for our grandchildren. I thanked him for how two identities were made one…and I lamented that just under 20 of those years were given to us to be together.

I thanked God for our mission statement for life: to love our Lord, one another, and our children more and more every day and to help as many as possible to do the same thing. I thanked God for our Bible training and the ministries we partnered in. I thanked him for the folks we helped along the way…and I lamented that I have been far less effective without her…but went back to praise and thanksgiving for allowing me to be no less impassioned.

Yesterday was equal parts sad and glad. I spent time in tears and many smiles. Some memories crushed me only to be removed with others that made my heart soar. I found myself asking “why” yet again and again only to hear the word of God hidden away in my heart provide an answer for every question.

Yesterday…yesterday was like all my other days…just more intense. This is a part of God’s answer for adversity, anguish, and agony. He doesn’t always promise to remove our agony or anguish. He doesn’t even promise to always remove our adversity. He does, however, always promise to be the joy, the peace, the hope, and the wisdom to accompany and carry us while all that hurt helps us learn to be sympathetic and compassionate toward others. His presence and the purpose we receive from him is the answer we’re looking for when we keep asking “why.”

The Apostle Paul learned this when he asked over and over and over again, “Lord, please remove this thorn in my flesh.” There may be debate on just what he referred to with the phrase “thorn in my flesh,” but there is no debate about what the Lord told him: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” In my weakness the power of God takes over, because his grace is sufficient. (Read Paul’s account in 1 Corinthians 12.)

Yesterday, like every day, I found this to be self-evident. There were yesterdays when this was not so…not because it wasn’t true, but because I had not come to terms with it. Perhaps you know just exactly what I mean. You’re feeling the thorn in your flesh, asking why, begging that it will be excised, waiting, waiting for it to go away. It doesn’t. You ask “why” yet again. Then again. And while you wait for a promise you think God made, but didn’t, you miss “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

Think about this for a while. When God translates your pain for his glory he also translates your pain for the benefit of so many others. Ultimately, you want people around who not only endure, but thrive when life is difficult. From Moms who do without so their children can eat to Mother Teresa who invited poverty so others could live, people who finally get the sufficiency of God’s grace are filled with joy even though they remain haunted with sorrow…are filled with peace even though they remain shadowed by turmoil…are filled with hope even though they remain showered in tears.

Soldiers tempered by battle, victims motivated despite violence, lovers rewired in widowhood, patients inspired through illness, these are folks who have learned just a little of what our Lord Jesus showed us when he too faced adversity, anguish, and agony. Contemplating the Cross, he expressed these words to the Father when he prayed, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.” Walking in dependence upon and in fellowship with his Father was not just the way, it was the best way…for the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, for you, for me, for everyone. Walking in dependence upon and in fellowship with God is not just an answer, it’s a far better by far answer to adversity, anguish, and agony…for God’s glory, your benefit, and mine.

Yesterday…yesterday was awesome.



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