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Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Not-So-Randoms

“How can it be that mathematics, being after all a product of human thought which is independent of experience, is so admirably appropriate to the objects of reality?” — Albert Einstein

Where's This Blogger Been?

So much has been happening that I’ve not had time to write. That’s the bottom line.  Sad, but true. Inexcusable? Probably . . . For the past few months, the Lord has been taking our family on an exciting journey of life (in general) and ministry. I have personally been enjoying a return to the music ministry and the family is along for the ride as well! The only difference for me is that in the past I’ve had instrumentalists and choirs.   I’ve never been the principle instrumentalist, until now.   A few months ago I was praying that the Lord would draw our family even closer together (everyone’s interests had us going so many different directions)—to my great surprise, music brought us back together again! I play guitar, our oldest son plays Bass, all the girls sing (including our son’s long-time girlfriend—who is practically our daughter, anyway). Both our oldest daughter’s boyfriend and our second-daughter’s husband play percussion. Our youngest son is still ...