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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
MISSIONAL WORK
Our goal at NEW HEIGHTS is to reach higher by reaching beyond ourselves. The call for God's people is to reach up to God in worship and out to others through service. In fact, Jesus reminds us that our service is indicative of our worship, meaning it's impossible to worship without serving our neighbor. Our hope is that as God continues to build this community of faith we call NEW HEIGHTS that we be found faithful in our service to others. Keep watching this blog, because we're planning to put our money where our mouth is, so to speak.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Night before last had just gotten home from the gym and was greeted with something special. The house was dark, which is unusual with 5 kids who usually don't understand the concept of turning out the lights when they leave the room. As I curiously opened the door, I was greeted with the pleasant smells of cinammon and spice. Norah Jones played softly in the background. As I explored into the kitchen, I was greeted by 5 little servants with dish towels neatly folded over their arms, who asked, "How may we serve you, Sir?" I laughed as I was instructed to take a shower because they said I smelled like the gym. In the bathroom, rose petals from our thorny bushes outside were scattered across the floor. Apparently, Michele had already received "the treatment". I took my shower, dressed, and was instructed to get in the bed. B4 brushed my hair. B1 rubbed peppermint lotion on my feet. B2 and B3 served fruit and milk from random baking pans. B5, the caboose, just ran back and forth in the hallway yelling, "Dadddeeee!"
Perhaps it's easy to forget that our greatest teachers can be children. In these moments of being served by my kids, I was reminded and even convicted of my own unwillingness to serve. I guess we all have our reasons, but Jesus reminds us (JN 13:1-17) through his own service that none of us is greater than our master. Our call is to humbly share the same grace we have received, no matter what excuse we may offer.
Again, children are great teachers, if we are humble enough to receive the blessing. "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven."
k
Perhaps it's easy to forget that our greatest teachers can be children. In these moments of being served by my kids, I was reminded and even convicted of my own unwillingness to serve. I guess we all have our reasons, but Jesus reminds us (JN 13:1-17) through his own service that none of us is greater than our master. Our call is to humbly share the same grace we have received, no matter what excuse we may offer.
Again, children are great teachers, if we are humble enough to receive the blessing. "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven."
k
Sunday, July 5, 2009
FREEDOM
Yesterday was the Fourth of July. It was our first Fourth on the beach since before Michele and I were married. The evening began with our usual holiday plan - find a place to watch fireworks. We found one at a village resort just a few miles down Hwy 98. It was going to be fun. Face painting, water slides, and a host of activities for the children. Just one small problem, we stood in line for 45 minutes to learn that the shuttles would likely stop running before we would get on. We were too late.
Plan B - go to the show on the beach at the same resort. The agent made it sound easy enough. But after about a mile trek (with a 2 year old on my neck and keeping a 4 year old out of the road and convincing a 12 year old, 10 year old, and 7 year old that they didn't need to rescue a crying lost kitten), we had just about had enough. But we pressed on, and once we arrived on the scene the prospect became no easier. Keeping the Beatty clan contained on the beach, with about 2000 people around, in the dark proved just as stressful. Then, of course, came the barrage of requests. "Daddy, I'm thirsty." "Daddy, I want to shoot fireworks." "Daddy, I'm hungry." "Daddy, I want one of those glow in the dark things to go around my neck." "Daddy, is it time to go home yet?"
Once the fireworks began, it didn't take long to realize that this wasn't just a show; it was going to be an experience. The fireworks were incredible. The musical selections were amazing. The energy level was high. The kids were mesmorized as each kaboom exploded against the black backdrop. The moon shone brightly off to the right, as it danced happily on top of the cresting waves. Indeed, in the busyness and hecticness of life, we found God's grace.
This was the best fireworks show we had ever attended. But how often do we take such things for granted? Once the fireworks began, as looked out over the horizon, I began to wonder....while I am on this beach celebrating freedom, how many men and women are right now under the ocean's edge protecting our sandy shores. How many men and women are on top of the sea serving to protect our freedom? How many on land? How many in the air?
I had a conversation with a man three years ago who worked with the military's anti-terrorism group and he mentioned how most would be amazed at how much goes into making sure that we sleep well every night. Sobering reminder that Freedom isn't free. It's costly! And I thank God on this Fourth of July weekend that we can go to the beach, or wherever we choose, to celebrate God's sacred blessing of FREEDOM!
k
Plan B - go to the show on the beach at the same resort. The agent made it sound easy enough. But after about a mile trek (with a 2 year old on my neck and keeping a 4 year old out of the road and convincing a 12 year old, 10 year old, and 7 year old that they didn't need to rescue a crying lost kitten), we had just about had enough. But we pressed on, and once we arrived on the scene the prospect became no easier. Keeping the Beatty clan contained on the beach, with about 2000 people around, in the dark proved just as stressful. Then, of course, came the barrage of requests. "Daddy, I'm thirsty." "Daddy, I want to shoot fireworks." "Daddy, I'm hungry." "Daddy, I want one of those glow in the dark things to go around my neck." "Daddy, is it time to go home yet?"
Once the fireworks began, it didn't take long to realize that this wasn't just a show; it was going to be an experience. The fireworks were incredible. The musical selections were amazing. The energy level was high. The kids were mesmorized as each kaboom exploded against the black backdrop. The moon shone brightly off to the right, as it danced happily on top of the cresting waves. Indeed, in the busyness and hecticness of life, we found God's grace.
This was the best fireworks show we had ever attended. But how often do we take such things for granted? Once the fireworks began, as looked out over the horizon, I began to wonder....while I am on this beach celebrating freedom, how many men and women are right now under the ocean's edge protecting our sandy shores. How many men and women are on top of the sea serving to protect our freedom? How many on land? How many in the air?
I had a conversation with a man three years ago who worked with the military's anti-terrorism group and he mentioned how most would be amazed at how much goes into making sure that we sleep well every night. Sobering reminder that Freedom isn't free. It's costly! And I thank God on this Fourth of July weekend that we can go to the beach, or wherever we choose, to celebrate God's sacred blessing of FREEDOM!
k
Saturday, July 4, 2009
REST
As they say, you sometimes don't appreciate what you have until it's gone. But it's the opposite with rest; we may not appreciate rest until we actually get some of it. The family and I have been at the beach for the better part of a week, and it's time well spent. We've all had time to re-connect with no competing pressures. Don't get me wrong, starting a church has been an amazing journey in faith. But sometimes it's easy to hide behind the "God-work" and forget to connect myself. Thanks, God, for a wife who knows when it's time to get away. God was really on to something about this rest thing...it's good for the soul!
k
k
Monday, June 29, 2009
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