Archive for August, 2007

I have not posted regularly since July.  I had intended to start posting again a couple of weeks ago, but I got buried (and still am) in the midst of ministry here at GCF.  It’s a really busy time of year and I’d say I’m wearing out (and I am) but its so much fun!

I had a great moment with my five year old daughter on the way to school this morning.  I realized just how real Jesus is to her and what a sound theology she is developing.

We were listening to a cd of Disney music in the truck and the song You Can Paint with All the Colors of the Wind came on (from Disney’s Pocahontas).  There is a line in the song that talks about the rocks and trees and living things having names and spirits.  It’s a bit – no a lot – based in tribal religious thinking and I was tempted to say something about it to Sydney, but before I could she looked at me and said (as if to teach me something I did not know and to let me know that she was a theologian), “Dad, the rocks and trees do not have spirits but Jesus died so that everything could have life and become new.”  Could she have captured Paul’s thinking about the entire creation “groaning” for redemption any better than that?

 Anyway . . . a promise . . . I will be posting on Monday through Thursday mornings again (beginning today).


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After five weeks of traveling interspersed with working, I think I am finally back to the blogosphere.

Today was a monumental day for Kyra and me.  Our firstborn – our only daughter, Sydney – started Kindergarten today.  I wish that my return to the blogosphere were filled with great theological insights.  But, this morning, I am not so much “pastor” as I am just Jason; sniffling, “teary” eyed Dad to Sydney.

Last night before bed I was journaling about Sydney starting school today and it dawned on me that her first five years have flown by and I remember so much of them, but it also feels like I have missed so much.  As a child grows into their own independence we parents start getting back some of the independence we sacrificed when our precious “rewards” from God were given to us.  And the slow regaining of this independence is nice, but I also know that I would trade any and all of that independence to have the last five years back to do them all over again.  I love that little girl and I suppose she will never know how much I do love her until she has a little one of her own.  Having your own children makes you understand how much your own parents loved you when you were a kid.  I never knew how much my parents’ hearts went through in raising me and watching me grow up until I had kids of my own.  Thanks, Mom and Dad!

Kyra cried this morning, too.  I am glad to have my wife to share these things with.  That is – in my opinion – the absolute best thing about marriage!  Those who know me well know that one of my big fears since we found out that Kyra has rheumatoid arthritis is that I would some day have to do this sort of thing on my own so the moment to do this with Kyra today is extra sweet!  We were both remembering the day we found out Sydney was coming (surprise, surprise . . . we thought kids were a few years off when the little test told us Sydney was coming 🙂 ). 

I called my Mom this morning; she had cried.  I tried to call my Dad (line was busy).  Tried to call my grandpa (line was busy).  And – continuing on my overly emotional tirade – how desperately I wanted to hear my grandmother’s voice this morning.  It always made me feel better and at ease.  I think she’s watching me this morning and gently smiling at us while we go through this transition.  I miss her so much!

Well . . . that’s enough catharsis for one morning.  I’ll try to make it more theological tomorrow morning.

“Yahweh is my shelter and my refuge.”

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