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two reasons to celebrate

Apr 23, 2009

It was 15 years ago today that I met this beautiful blond with great legs who loved Jesus and who – 23 months later – would become my bride. And if you can believe it, there is an even greater reason why I’m celebrating today.

One hour ago, we were all upstairs in Sarah’s room, finished reading the story of the resurrection and started walking through what “believing in Jesus” means. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Do you know why Jesus died on the cross?
Caleb: For our sins.
Me: Do you understand what “sin” is?
Caleb: Um…no.
Me: Do you think you ever do, say, or think things that make God not happy?
Caleb: No.
Me: Really?!? Like when you hurt your sisters or say things that are mean or not true…Does that make God happy or unhappy?
Caleb: Oh yeah…unhappy.
Me: Well, God is perfect. He wants to be with us, but since we’re all not perfect, something had to happen to take our sin away. The only way that could happen was for someone to die. Jesus said that He would die so that we wouldn’t have to. Then He rose from the tomb so that we could live with Him forever. Anyone who believes He did this for us can ask Jesus to live in their heart and we tell Him that we’ll live our lives to make Him happy.
Caleb: I want to do that!

And so he did. I prayed. He prayed.

Wahooo! His mother hooted and hugged him. I wish I had a picture of his face when Kari said, “Everyone in heaven is having a party right now because you asked Jesus into your heart.” He beamed. So excited.

Before being tucked into bed, Caleb asked, “What do you think our house is going to be like in heaven?” “I don’t know, Caleb. But I think it’s going to be better than you or I could ever imagine.”

Sort of like this day…

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Mandy – Part III

Apr 14, 2009

No more pain. Oh…and the streets of gold.

That was Mandy’s response when I asked her what she’s looking forward to about heaven. We talked about bodies that work, hanging out with Jesus, being able to ask all the questions we want. (“Why did God create mosquitoes?” came up on the list.)

She’s certainly getting weaker. She was in and out of sleep as we talked. But when she was awake, the conversation was really good. Her dad and his wife stopped by for another quick visit before heading back to there home in Idaho. There was a lot of hand holding, I love you’s, and kisses on the forward. As I watched them walk out of the room I could help but wonder if that was the last time he would see his daughter alive. I thought about Sarah, Caleb, and Hannah. And my heart broke a little bit.

Mandy said she was afraid. I asked what she was afraid of. She said that she was afraid she wouldn’t go to heaven. She had asked to take communion and be baptized on Saturday. We talked about Jesus. Who He was, who He claimed to be, and what she believed about Him. She said, “Oh…I believe Jesus is who He claimed to be and did what He said He did.”

So I picked up her copy of the The Message and read these words from I John 5:

My purpose in writing is simply this: that you who believe in God’s Son will know beyond the shadow of a doubt that you have eternal life, the reality and not the illusion.

“Mandy, you can know beyond the shadow of a doubt. And Jesus said that He said what He said so that we would have peace instead of fear. He knew that we would have trouble. But He reminded his disciples – and He reminds us – that we don’t need to be afraid, because He has overcome the world.”

Her response? She laid her head back, grinned and said…

“I feel much better now.”

Oh Mandy…how much better you will feel very, very soon.

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Girls and Boys

Apr 4, 2009

I know you’ve heard that girls and boys are different. Some say “nature.” Others say “nurture.” I say “yep!” Sarah & Caleb...self-portrait

Sarah and Caleb were playing with Legos and I was in another part of the room. The sweet voice of my daughter called out from the other room, “Daaaaadddy. Look at the house I just built.” Barely had the words left her lips when my son stands up and shouts, “Hey Dad. Look at my monster! Wanna make a monster so we can fight?”

And again I say…”Yep.”

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Unforgettable Taxi Ride

Mar 30, 2009

My friend Hilary sent me this story. Speaks to the importance of paying attention and being willing to enter in to the seemingly little moments.

The Taxi Ride I’ll Never Forget

The story was originally printed in Kent Nerburn’s book Make Me an Instrument of Your Peace
. Thanks Hilary.

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