Life at 3 miles an Hour

The sun is coming up. Many can't believe that I witness this event most days. What they can't really believe is that I choose to. I'm not driven by work schedule or school schedule. I'm just up at the dawn of a new day. Some don't even realize that 5 o'clock happens more than once a day. It does, and the one that I witness most mornings is far more inspiring than the one that happens every afternoon. I'll admit that some days are easier than others. Some days my eyes pop open automatically even though the darkness urges otherwise. Sometimes I just feel like I ought to oopen them against my better judgement. Those days that I give in to the carnal desire for more sleep I usually feel robbed. I've lost valuable time. It's quiet now in my house. It only happens at sunrise. I value quiet as any good father values quiet. The trouble is that I only get it here and now. It's also beautiful this time of day. It's new. Contrary to popular legend, it i...

I'm leaving for a week. I'm leaving the comforts of home. I'm leaving the demands of the job. I'm leaving the ridiculousness of the culture that so much values style over substance. I'll be in a wilderness in Canada on an island speaking to the greatest consumers of style the world has even known.....high school students. I'm praying for them. I'm praying for me. My job is to provide substance from God's word that will cross all style barriers. I have very little style, so I'll be relying totally on God's ability to deliver substance. I'm not praying as much for what will happen this week as I am praying for what will happen when they and I venture back to a culture of headlines and who is dating, marrying, and or divorcing who. The success of the week depend less on what happens there as it does with what happens here afterwards. I keep thinking of Paul's experience after his encounter with Jesus and then his subsequent baptism. My versi...