One of the best “life lessons” I’ve ever learned came out of my divorce in 1996. Back then, I was angry a lot! I was told that it was a primary reason that my wife left me. She thought it was just a matter of time before my anger turned into physically abuse. Now, that would have never happened. But looking back, I can see why she felt that way. I made her fearful; and fear is fear, whether I think the reasons for it are rational or not.
Now Anger is not necessarily a bad thing. Even Jesus got angry when he flipped over the tables of the money-changers in the temple (Matthew 21:12-13). But His was a purposeful, meaningful anger; and more importantly, He knew exactly what he was doing. Me? I was out of control. When I say I was angry, I don’t mean just being a little grouchy or ornery. I certainly didn’t have a righteous anger like Jesus. No, I was out-of-control, yelling at the top of my lungs, stomping around, pounding the table, and breaking things angry. I was like this on a very regular basis (especially at home). That kind of anger (was) is a problem. And it usually ended with me coming back later feeling shame or guilt.
So I did some soul-searching. I asked myself the most important question: Continue reading
A new adventure in faith has turned my life upside down. It all started back in November of 2011. I had been working out early in the mornings (surprised? me too!. Anyway after working out, I got into this great routine. I’d go to this nice, quiet place in the gym and spend some time reading my bible and praying. I was really feeling connected. One morning, I had remembered a prayer that my friend Terry like to use: “God, please tell me what is the Next Right Thing to do”. Now this, my friends… is a dangerous prayer. But that morning, that was my prayer. I said, “God you just tell me what is the Next Right Thing to do for you, and I will do it.”
Now folks, Lily Tomlin has this great line:
“Why is it that when we talk to God, they say call that ‘praying’,
but when God talks to us, they call us schizophrenic?”
Well, at the risk of sounding schizophrenic, I think God talked to me. I think He said, Continue reading
I think that God is constantly trying talk to us. I think that He wants to guide us. The tough part is finding time alone where life is quiet enough to hear him. One of the more successful ways for me to do that is to go fly a kite. I really enjoy flying kites. The kites I fly are “stunt kites” which basically means that they have two lines instead of one. That means that you can make them do loop-de-loops, dives, and all kinds of fun maneuvers. The bottom line is that you have a lot more control over the kite. And — I’ll admit it — I have control issues. Today, I had the day to myself and nobody to remind me of all my responsibilities and grown-up issues. So I took the time to go fly my kite. And I think God used that time to talk to me…