Birthday Week

The grandsons turned one-year-old on Wednesday, so Whitney and I made the drive to Tulsa to meet Carrie-Anne in time for their first haircut, the birthday dinner at Hideaway Pizza (their favorite), and some birthday cake right before bed.

(Thank you to Valerie who gave the banner at the top of my blog a serious makeover last night while we watched the Rangers blow a 6-1 lead in the 7th inning.)

It seems like only four or five months ago when Elliott and Samuel were born 45-seconds apart early, early, early on a Tuesday morning in Tulsa. We sent David and Valerie off to the hospital with our prayers at 4am, and absolutely could not go back to sleep. Carrie-Anne and I just laid there on that futon in their sun room and talked about how, in just a couple of hours, all our lives were about to be dramatically changed. Turns out, we had no idea.

I didn’t know we would actually drive from Midland to Tulsa once a month. Every month. And that sometimes that meant two cars. I didn’t know how three or four weeks without seeing the boys could seem like forever. I’ve remembered how locking eyes with an infant and receiving a knowing smile brings me so much joy, and how little tiny arms stretched out to me immediately shifts whatever else I had in mind. We buy two of everything. Everything. I don’t even know how to describe the feelings I get watching Valerie love her own children. Watching her talk to them. Play with them. Take care of them. These boys and everything about them have filled a place in my heart I didn’t even know I had twelve months ago.

Just to complete the bit, here are the birthday pictures taken on the same jungle-themed blanket they came home in. These two who started out as scrawny little squids have grown into such active, smart, funny, adventurous little boys. Or, I should say, huge boys. They get their size from David’s side and it’s happening fast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are some pics from the haircuts. Sammy sat perfectly still for his while, of course, Elliott jumped and squirmed and wiggled through the entire ordeal. The lady who cut Sammy’s hair did it all by herself–not a problem. It took a team of four people to wrangle Elliott and hold him down for his. And the haircuts aged the boys by like four years! They looked like they were ready to start kindergarten!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, at the end of the day, the cake. White birthday cake with strawberry filling and butter cream icing. A single candle they both tried to grab, not blow out. And a massive mess all over everything. They loved it. They did everything one-year-olds are supposed to do with a birthday cake. A warm up act for a bigger performance at their birthday bash on Saturday. We should have used a bigger drop cloth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday to Elliott and Samuel! Two little rugrats. Two precious gifts to us from God’s grace.

Peace,
Allan

The Source

“…the faith and love that spring from the hope that is stored up for you in heaven.” ~Colossians 1:5

It’s interesting to me that the Bible says hope is the source of our faith and love. Hope doesn’t come from faith; it’s the opposite. Our Christian faith is grounded in our hope, our hope in what God is holding in heaven–this thing that God is storing for you, this future glory with Christ, these eternal promises of God we know are coming true. Not hope in the things of this world. Not hope in career or family, not hope in scholarships or degrees, not hope in elections or Supreme Courts, not hope in science or technology–hope in what God is holding for us in heaven. The confidence, the assurance we have for that coming day when we know that everything that’s broken will be fixed and everything that’s gone wrong will be made right.

Christian hope is not blind optimism with no foundation to it. It’s not like, “I hope the Cowboys win the Super Bowl this year;” that’s just wishful thinking. That’s totally blind! That’s what led Alexander Pope to write, “Blessed is the one who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.” In other words, don’t get your hopes up and you can’t be let down.

For us Christians who are indwelled by God’s Holy Spirit, our hopes are always way up! We expect everything! We expect every hour of every day that our God is at work in this world through Jesus Christ and that he is reconciling all things and all people back to himself! Our hope is secure because God himself guarantees it and he seals it by placing his Spirit inside us.

That Christian hope is what compels us to love. It’s not a feeling or an emotion; it’s an intentional commitment to actions that seek to help others, actions that join God in fixing things and making things right. Cups of cold water, hospital and prison visits, food for the hungry and clothes for the poor, defending the accused and standing with the oppressed–a love in the Spirit that partners with God’s salvation work of redeeming and restoring the world.

Our Christian faith and our Christ-like love changes lives and it changes our city and the whole world. And it springs from our common hope.

Peace,
Allan

For All the Saints

“We have heard of your faith in Christ Jesus and of the love you have for all the saints…” ~Colossians 1:4

A “love in the Spirit” (Colossians 1:8) loves all the saints, all the saved. No exceptions. No loopholes. You don’t love some people in your church, you don’t show love to most of the people in your church–your “love in the Spirit” is a love for all the saints. And the writer of Colossians mentions those saints specifically in chapter 3, just in case you’re wondering, just in case you thought you had an out:

Greeks and Jews
Circumcised and uncircumcised
Barbarian and Scythian
Slave and free
Rangers fans and Astros fans.

A Christ-like love is a love for all the saints. No background checks, no application forms, no boxes to check, or requirements to meet. Our Lord Jesus has taken the burden off us of having to decide who to love and who not to love. He says our God causes the rain to fall on the just and the unjust. God blesses everyone. God loves everyone. So, whoever is around me is going to get rained on! I’m going to love whoever is by me or in front of me. If you’re near me, you’re going to get loved.

Jesus says “Love one another as I have loved you.”

It’s like you’re a FedEx driver. All the love is from God; you’re just the delivery guy! God fills your truck and you deliver the package. I heard Rick Atchley say this at Pepperdine a couple of months ago: “God’s love is not poured to be stored; we are filled to be spilled for the sake of others.”

And God will test you on it. He’ll give you pop quizzes to see if you’re loving all the saints. God will put difficult people in your life to stretch you to love them. And he usually does that at church. He’ll put a very difficult person right next to you in your Bible class. God will place a couple of impossible people right behind you in the Worship Center. He’ll put a difficult person in your small group. He does it all the time! The call is to love that hard person with your love in the Spirit.

If you are a baptized follower of Christ, you have received the gift of God’s Holy Spirit. And part of that gift is love. Divine love. Holy Spirit love. A love for all the saints.

Peace,

Allan

Thank God for the USA

This 250th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, in which the leaders of the 13 colonies told the British king, “We’re going to govern ourselves now,” is an occasion for national celebration. It’s a time for gatherings with family and friends, homemade ice cream and four kinds of meats on the grill, and patriotic speeches and songs and parades. It’s a day for civic pride and even red, white, and blue goosebumps. For Whitney and me, it’s live music and fireworks tonight with a few thousand of our friends at Centennial Park in downtown Midland.

This one is special. It demands reflection and appreciation. Ritual and tradition.

And gratitude to God.

Thank God for the United States of America.

It’s not perfect, of course. But on this side of glory, until that great day when God’s Kingdom finally comes in all its fullness, I do believe our form of government as a representative republic, as a liberal democracy in the strict academic sense of the term, is the best possible type of government in world history. I believe the ideals set forth in our nation’s founding documents do reflect ideas that originate with Christianity–all people are equal and deserving of equal dignity and freedoms and rights is but one of those. And I think our government and our culture give Christians here optimum conditions for practicing our discipleship to our Lord. There’s not another nation on the planet in which Christians are more allowed and better able to love God and love neighbor, and more allowed and better able to shape the culture and the state in decidedly Christian ways. The American Way allows us to feed the hungry, to clothe the poor, to visit the sick, to welcome the foreigner–a couple million of them as they root on their soccer teams–to adopt kids, to protest injustice, to love and appreciate the lovable and unlovable people all around us.

Now, what we do with those liberties and freedoms is another issue.

Enjoying favored status in the nation for over two centuries comes with its own set of temptations for Christians. And it seems like we’re beginning to feel the problems that come when we understand our national rulers as receiving their power and authority from the people and not from God. Christians should be on the front lines of reminding our leaders that they are given their positions by the Lord and they are ultimately accountable to him. We could do a better job with that in word and deed.

But that’s a topic for another post.

For today, let’s thank God for the USA.

Thank God that we live in this country at this time. Thank God for the freedoms, the opportunities, and the relative peace in our land. Give thanks for your neighbors, for your school board, for interstate highways and double cheeseburgers. Express gratitude for community, for constitutional amendments, for your favorite baseball team, and the streaming service that allows you to watch them.

The Bible tells us to pray for our country and its leaders. The Bible commands us to make our homes where God has placed us, to build and settle here, to work for the good of our land. And be thankful.

Peace,
Allan

Summer Break

Just a note in between long summer trips to let you know that I’m still here.

Back in the day I used to post something here every single day, even when I was on a mission trip or on vacation. I don’t do that anymore. I returned late Thursday from a wildly successful GCR mission trip to Campo Grande, Brazil and Carrie-Anne and I are leaving this morning for a ten day vacation to Hawaii. The timing of our summer travel is less than ideal–I got home with just enough time to do all my laundry, re-pack, preach a sermon, and hook it to Flower Mound. We spent the night last night with our youngest daughter, Carley, and she’s taking us to DFW this morning. I probably won’t post here again until July 5.

For a brief re-cap of our trip to SerCris, you could watch the first five minutes of yesterday’s sermon at GCR. You can find it here. The video clip of those students lifting Ryan Gernentz into the air is well worth the trouble of a couple of clicks. And, yes, watching Brazil play their first World Cup match at a watch party with 40 Brazilians in Brazil was a once-in-a-lifetime treat. Crazy!

I will return to my normal writing/posting schedule when I return.

Peace,
Allan

 

Brazil Bound

You are looking at the ten-day forecast for Campo Grande, Brazil, the home of SerCris Training School, which our GCR Church of Christ established almost 50 years ago and has supported in a variety of ways ever since. I and twelve of my brothers and sisters from GCR are flying to Campo Grande tomorrow for an eight-day mission trip to build tighter relationships and offer as much encouragement to the SerCris students and staff as we can. Among the many things we are planning to do together–worship, sight-seeing, World Cup parties, devotionals, painting classrooms, Texas Night–is a massive sidewalk removal and replacement project on the school campus. This is the centerpiece project of our trip, tearing out and replacing more than 1,800 square feet of concrete and stone pavers.

I have never once in my life ever prayed against rain and I’m not about to start now; that’s the kind of thing that’ll get you disfellowshipped from most Texas churches. But I am packing an extra pair of shoes and a waterproof jacket.

Our twin grandsons turned eleven-months-old yesterday and they are becoming more active and more expressive by the day. They couldn’t get any cuter or more adorable. But they are getting big and a little harder to contain. Happy Monthday, Boys!

Peace,
Allan

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