Coinherence: An Attempt

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31 July 2010

Okay. Really this time...

My life is -as is yours, I'm sure- quite busy. I won't bore you with the details, but just know this... I'm no longer teaching at Praise Academy, so all of my energies will be aimed toward my family and church. Several have mentioned blogging as being an appropriate component of a pastor's ministry. That being said, I plan to begin keeping up with this guy a bit more.

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05 December 2009

I'm back!

Well, for the moment I am. Hopefully, I will keep this up.

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25 July 2009

Camp Devotions...


Lindsey and I were charged with planning and putting together this year's camp for the southeast region of our denomination.

So, in addition to all of the laborious work involved in preparing for a youth camp, the wife and I took it upon ourselves to write daily devotions for the adults attending camp this past week. We thought it would be helpful to give them a daily framework from which they might share some devotional thoughts with the youth in their cabins each day. The idea was to give the counselors a passage of scripture, help them to quickly flesh it out in their minds, have them read the passage with those in their cabins, have them possibly make a couple of comments, and finally have them close in prayer. This was to take place each morning so as to accomplish a couple of things:

-first, to begin the day well;

-second, to instill into their youth the reality that beginning the day well is actually possible when it, of course, is intentional.

Now, you are prepared for what will follow... [those devotions]

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17 April 2009

Sad, I Know

My confession:

I am a terrible member of the blog-o-sphere. In fact, I am so terrible that my membership status probably should have rightfully been revoked long ago. It's so bad that, since this time last year (i.e., when the family and I went to New Orleans, Lousiana), I have updated so few times that they probably even all show up on a single page. [To be totally honest, I don't really know that, I'm just assuming. I'll check once I post this post. {"post this post"? Sorry, I'm limited.}]

My excuse:

I'm busy. [lame, I know - but true]

Update:

I was wrong - but only by a month.

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04 October 2007

a covenantal mark

Aidan has been circumcised. Although these words might be a bit awkward to read, they really aren't that big of a deal, right? Well...

While most boys are now circumcised on the day following their birth - or possibly the day after that - Aidan had to stay a few days in the NICU and was, therefore, not circumcised until he was nine days old. Yikes! While seriously noting and sincerely understanding the concerns that one might have of a little boy having that done to him after so many days in such a state, I still insisted that he be circumcised. Why? Please, let me explain...

Though I certainly agree with the council at Jerusalem as recorded in Acts 15, I still wanted my boy to be circumcised. As proclaimed in the Spirit by the early Church, I do acknowledge that circumcision is not necessary for salvation; however, this truth does not negate the truth expressed in the sacred sign of circumcision.

That's right: above all else, I understand circumcision to be a sign. It is God's mark. More pointedly, it is His mark eternally placed upon the most private and intimate part of the male anatomy. And not only is this member of the body the most private and intimate; it also represents the greatest power and ability of Man. When a man is said to be sterile, he is essentially said to be unable - unable to produce another and, hence, unable to reproduce himself.

Notice where the giving of this sacred mark is recorded in salvation history: Genesis 17. Years before, God had given Abram the promise that he would be the father of many nations and that, through him, the entire world would be blessed. Now, the first problem was that Abram was childless, and the second was that he was very old. Things weren't looking very likely for the fulfillment of such a radical promise. Some time passed, and - as would be quite typical and even likely expected - Abram decided to take things into his own hands. God had given the promise, but He clearly needed Abram to take care of the earthly matters, right? Wrong! [NOTE: This is how we often view reality - "God takes care of the spiritual, and I am left to take care of the physical."]

Some thirteen years after the birth of Ishmael, God visited Abram with a word of renewal concerning His still faithful promise. [He is always faithful, and we can always take Him on His word.] Abram's name would be changed to Abraham; he would indeed receive - as gift of God's goodness - a child through the power of God (i.e., not his own); and he and his descendants would forever be marked. Every male child born into Abraham's covenant community would be circumcised - even the servants, including the foreign ones! Why? " 'Your bodies will bear the mark of my everlasting covenant.' " (Genesis 17:13b NLT)

My son has been circumcised - not that he might be saved but that he might forever be marked. He will be taught from an early age that HE IS GOD'S - a member of God's covenental community, a beneficiary of God's might acts to save, and a possession of God's own lovingkindness. In the context of the human body, Paul declared, "You do not belong to yourself, for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body." (I Corinthians 6:19b-20 NLT) My body is not my own; no, it belongs to God and has been, therefore, given to Lindsey. Likewise, my son's body is not his own. In fact, it has been marked for all of eternity. He will forever be reminded that, ultimately, the flesh profits nothing. God is his owner and he now bears the mark of ownership - a reminder of where his real strength and ability lie.

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25 August 2007

an admission

So, yesterday I came to a realization:

I really enjoy sarcasm. Just days ago, a friend and I were talking about this - in my opinion - gift beautiful gift to language and expression, but yesterday I realized that I seem to actually love it, to some extent. Here's essentially what I mean - when someone storms out of their corner with their gloves lying on the floor, my weapon of choice is almost always sarcasm of some sort - well, at least a bit of sassy flare.

A fatal flaw? Possibly. I do understand that sarcasm often kills communication.

If you will read or have already read my last post, you will see a bit of sass in my choice of words, tone, and pace. If you knew the context, though, you would hopefully understand why I so quickly pulled out both six shooters. [I must note that I did get a rousing response - basically... "You think you know it all, huh?!"]

I never want to come across as someone who thinks he knows it all, has it all together, can't be found wrong, or any of the such (a post coming soon).

* Coinherence? Before I get there completely, I think it is responsible to lay some foundation. [Trust me. The house itself is coming. (Quite frankly, I'm just itching to build.)]

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24 August 2007

please be undestanding

After much deliberation, I have decided to do what I am now doing - create a blog. So, here goes...

My desire is to not leave hanging anyone who checks this blog. I hate un-up-to-date blogs and would, therefore, hate to find myself as the culprit.

Nevertheless, please understand that I am currently the husband of a wonderful woman (with whom I should spend more time), the father of a beautiful little lady (who is looking forward to playing with a new brother or sister in a mere matter of weeks - possibly days), the pastor of a church in a small town (a group that is small yet not insignificant to the Kingdom), and a student among many of a great seminary (one known as Wesley Biblical, whose impact is felt throughout the world - West and East).

So, thank you for your kind understanding, and please feel beyond welcome to join me in thoughtful consideration as I try to hold together - to some finite extend - the world I call home...

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