Posts Tagged ‘Fatherhood’


“He went out, not knowing whither he went.” Hebrews 11:8

Have you been “out” in this way? If so, there is no logical statement possible when anyone asks you what you are doing. One of the difficulties in Christian work is this question – “What do you expect to do?” You do not know what you are going to do; the only thing you know is that God knows what He is doing. Continually revise your attitude towards God and see if it is a going out of everything, trusting in God entirely. It is this attitude that keeps you in perpetual wonder – you do not know what God is going to do next. Each morning you wake it is to be a “going out,” building in confidence on God. “Take no thought for your life, . . . nor yet for your body” – take no thought for the things for which you did take thought before you “went out.” Click the following link to access Oswald Chambers’ entire devotional reading for today:

I’m not a vocational or institutional minister; I’m merely an working man, living in the USA, and trying 2 trust Him, day by day. So, when I read this morning’s devotional by O. Chambers, I had 2 take Him seriously.

Life is not all fun, but, the life we are called to is a lifestyle of faith i.e. of trusting Him regardless. That’s easier said than done. Regardless, for 2011, I choose to trust Him and “rest” in that peace that supercedes all understanding.

The sentence that snagged me is: “And I knew he was very troubled by his inner world erupting into ordinary reality. One of the first things he said was, “Can you heal me?” Traditional Protestant doctrine might eschew some of Whiteagle’s wisdom, yet I find myself drawn closer to my own need of healing in areas that my evil twin has run rough-shod over.

The Evil Twin I met the Otter on the beach. He didn’t talk much, just joined my group doing the Cherokee Dance of Life. It was spontaneous. Hottest day in Seattle on record for May and there were lots of young people on the beach that day. Most were from the Reservation or had Native Blood and they were fascinated by the old white man in the “Running Strong for Native American Youth” tee-shirt doing what seemed to be Tai Chi. When they discovered it was a Cher … Read More

via Ancient Whiteagle Wisdom

51. “You stiff-necked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears! You are just like your fathers: You always resist the Holy Spirit!

52. Was there ever a prophet your fathers did not persecute? They even killed those who predicted the coming of the Righteous One. And now you have betrayed and murdered him–

53. you who have received the law that was put into effect through angels but have not obeyed it.”

54. When they heard this, they were furious and gnashed their teeth at him.

55. But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God.

56. “Look,” he said, “I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.”

57. At this they covered their ears and, yelling at the top of their voices, they all rushed at him,

58. dragged him out of the city and began to stone him. Meanwhile, the witnesses laid their clothes at the feet of a young man named Saul.

59. While they were stoning him, Stephen prayed, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”

60. Then he fell on his knees and cried out, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” When he had said this, he fell asleep.

Modern & Post-Modern church goers are fixated on the sensational sacred event. Of course, being obsessed with another “hands-on”  hyped up marketable newsworthy experience at the church house misses the mark. We’ve crossed the line; we’ve trangressed the boundaries; we’ve removed the old landmarks in favor of a cheap thrill. What cost Christ his life, we are happy to demythologize out of our lives.

When will we see the real glory of God? Following Stephen’s example is a good starting place. But if you want your self-esteemed boosted or if you want to salve your conscience or if you need your own religious agenda validated, you are barking up the wrong tree.


I think, for most men I know, that losing a son or daughter or grandson or granddaughter would be THE tragedy in their life. Losing a wife ranks the same, I’m sure. But losing what you’ve made — your flesh and blood must truly be unbearable. I understand that sorrow is an inevitable part of living.

But, I’m learning, even now at the age of 56, that suffering, sorrow, and loss are tools God uses to fashion in us hearts that follow Him.

So, when you click the link and watch the video, please take to heart that, as men, we need to “gird up our loins,”  so to speak, and pass the test.

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to you that I don’t know. Regardless, I’m thinking that He wants your special attention & when he doesn’t get it He may close a door or shut a window or bar the way, just so that you can focus on Him. Does that make sense?  to day stupid like isn’t jealousy a sin so how can God be jealous. And I would have benightedlyThis sounds like a cliché. Sometimes God has to knock the props out from under us. So that we’ll cling to Him. Sometimes we seek fellowship from others and forget that God is a jealous I‘m not sure what that means. . You might say something


Let me share a story with you. Now I don’t remember the entire plot nor any conversation that preceded the climatic moment. So I intend to reconstruct what might have happened. It’s an archetypical story, so you can probably connect with it.   

I call this tale: The Catch of the Day. I imagine my dad coming to me and saying that we’re going fishing. And, I know that I wasn’t always hot on fishing, at least as a boy. But I went because Dad was the boss. I think that God works the way my dad worked on that day.   

I probably had another agenda, but Dad being my father had the plan. He was the man. And his plan took precedence over my agenda. Can you see where this is heading? Perhaps my dad was jealous, but I doubt it. He just wanted his son to go fishing with him. We know, though, that God is a jealous God. What do you think that means? But, I digress. I’m getting ahead of myself.   

I imagine my dad giving me some time, so he probably went to the coffee urn for a refill. He sat down at the kitchen table to wait. The thing is: God is on the move & like my dad He plans to still go fishing, whether you or I go is secondary. Is that hard core fatherhood. Maybe it‘s tough love. Maybe, we, as his sons, just need to get with His program?. Nevertheless, God is good.. Right? He won’t force us.   

And so I eventually stopped & sat down with my dad and acquiesced and said yes. So we went to one of our fishing holes. And I snagged the biggest fish I can ever remember catching – a black drum. Interestingly, even though I snagged the drum, my dad had to reel him in. How gracious was that?