The “Stuff” of Life!

The “Stuff” of Life!

I once had an English teacher begin the semester by proclaiming he never wanted to see the word, stuff, used in our writing. For him, the word, stuff, was too general and using it screamed of laziness.  He wanted us to take the time and effort to think through exactly what we were writing about in very deliberate and specific language.  Stuff is boring. It’s what accountants and dentists deal with.

But yet, isn’t that really what life is made up of? It’s those little details that build our days of which no one really pays attention to.  The packing of lunches, mowing the grass, and kissing our families good-by before they head off for the day.  Like quiet bricks in a building that no one pays attention to, they are so necessary for the completion of the project. All the attention is given to the corner stone but yet the building is made up of those boring pieces of stone which together keep the rain out and heat in.  Isn’t that life? (more…)

Honor Where Honor is Due.

Honor Where Honor is Due.

I had heard the story of Dave Roever before.  But I listened a little closer this morning as he was being interviewed by Focus on the Family on the radio. I suppose part of the reason being that my second son, David, went off to Marine Boot Camp last month and is on the road to being a veteran himself.  If you’ve not heard of Dave Roever, he is a veteran of the Vietnam War.  Dave is also a personal testimony of how God can move in some very profound ways even today.  Roever was wounded and almost died from a white phosphorus grenade but lived and demonstrated a life of profound power and help to others. (more…)

Remembering the Forgotten.

This past weekend I participated in a great men’s retreat north of Philadelphia.  I’ve only been on the east coast a handful of times so it was great to make new friends with a common bond of Christ. We drew closer to Christ, grew in our walk, and shared stories from our own pilgrimages.  With the coming of Memorial Day this weekend I was struck with the power of some stories from older guys who lived through the Viet Nam War.  I was born in 1969 so I have no real memory of that tragic chapter in the history of the United States. But these men know quite a bit about that season and still carry scars today.  It was in one of our final discussions of the weekend that part of their pain became very clear to me.  Like the vets from the Korean War; these Viet Nam survivors were and are forgotten along with so many who died there.  (more…)