Thursday, October 8, 2015

I'm that dad, again

I watched him hustle around his van as I eased out of the parking stall.

He glanced my way and yanked the latch on the minivan, the rear door drifted up.

I noticed a weary, hurried look in his eye.

He reached inside and like pulling a rabbit from a hat, he flipped open a full sized stroller.

I put the truck in drive and as I pulled away, I glanced one more time in the rear view mirror and witnessed that dad’s weary eyes transform into a smile.

He kissed his child’s bald head and eased him into the stroller.

I drove away, but my heart stayed. My oh my, how time flies…seems like yesterday, I was that dad. I drove along and felt a twinge of sadness—a yearning for a chance to go back and do it over—better. Slower. Focused more on making memories than money. To see my kids smile, feel their hugs, hear their giggles.

I don’t remember driving there, but I parked in the old familiar stall.

I hustled around to the back of the truck and yanked the rear latch, the tailgate drifted down. I took a weary breath, and reached inside. Like pulling a rabbit from a hat, I flipped open a full sized walker. I pushed the walker to the side and opened the passenger door.

Dad’s chin rested against his chest.

I pulled a bandana from my back pocket and wiped the drool from his bottom lip.

His eyes fluttered and he lifted his head with a sleepy smile.

He shifted his feet, slow and easy, first to the running board and then to the ground.

As he leaned over to place his hands on the walker, I kissed the top of his balding head, and realized…

I am that dad, again. And, I suppose, if I survive, someday soon...

I'll be that child. 


Like new parents…we wade into uncharted waters when we become our parent’s caregivers. It’s scary and new and exhausting and frustrating and time consuming, heart warming and heart breaking… and one of the best gifts of love a person can give.

Can you relate?


Sunday, September 27, 2015

When to see the Blood Moon tonight

When to see the Blood Moon tonight.

I Googled when to see the Blood Moon tonight. You won’t believe what I found…but I can’t make this stuff up.

Billy Graham said, “A Christian should have a Bible in one hand and a newspaper in the other.”

Most of my life I’ve sort-of ignored the news. But lately I’ve felt compelled to pay attention and what I’ve found has shocked me.

I never cease to be amazed at how much the current news seems to be following a script taken directly from pages of scripture…but that’s impossible, right?

I mean, the Bible was written over thousands of years—thousands of years ago…how in the world could the events we’re watching on TV (and in the sky) today be unfolding perfectly with undeniable proofs just as it was written back then?

So, anyway, I clicked on the first website sight I found telling me when to walk outside and look up toward the sky to check out the Blood Moon as predicted thousands of years ago.

I couldn’t believe my eyes…

 “Get ready for the second and final total lunar eclipse this year.

The show starts Sunday night at about 8:07 p.m., when the shadow of the earth will start covering the moon.

Totality — or total moon cover — will occur from 9:11 p.m.”

Yes, 9:11.

Earlier I read a report advising that Minneapolis reportedly has the densest population of radical Islam factions of any city in America

Do you find it simply a coincidence that the time the full Blood Moon will be visible from Minneapolis at 911?

Or…could it be another sign in the heavens just as God told us He’d do?

As for me, I think, for those who’ll unstop their ears—God Voice is loud and clear.


Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Bizarre sandstorm has meteorologists puzzled...but not God

Bizarre sandstorm has meteorologists puzzled.
The worst dust storm since Israel’s rebirth blew in from the Syria desert on Tuesday and persisted for days until finally clearing out in time for Rosh Hashanah.
Dust storms in Israel are typically in the winter and spring.  
Coupled with the sky darkening blanket of dust was scorching triple digit temps. Those with heart conditions, pregnant women and children were told to stay indoors. Several hundred people were treated for symptoms related to the dust and extreme heat.
Domestic airlines cancelled all flights.
Scientists are confused as to how and why this unprecedented phenomenon occurred. Some claim it is related to the war in Syria as farmers had to flee, leaving the fields dry and untended.
What flashed through my mind was:
Could this be a taste of the dust to be stirred when armies from the north (Russia, Iran and allies) drop through this desert to attack Israel? (Ezekiel 38-39)
And although there was no mention of the thunder of horses’ hooves I still wondered if perhaps this could be a manifestation of the battles taking place right now in the unseen realm as hordes of hell 200 million strong prepare for war against God Himself.
And believe it or not, as I pondered these things and while the Syrian dust storm covered the land like a cloud, Russia was positioning tanks and military equipment in Syria.

…And the four angels, who had been prepared for the hour and day and month and year, were released, so that they would kill a third of mankind. The number of the armies of the horsemen was two hundred million; I heard the number of them. And this is how I saw in the vision the horses and those who sat on them: the riders had breastplates the color of fire and of hyacinth and of brimstone; and the heads of the horses are like the heads of lions; and out of their mouths proceed fire and smoke and brimstone.… Revelation 9

This is what the Sovereign Lord says: I am against you Gog…Persia, Cush and Put…In future years you will invade a land that has recovered from war, whose people were gathered from many nations to the mountains of Israel… This is what will happen in that day: When Gog attacks the land of Israel, my hot anger will be aroused, declares the Sovereign Lord. Ezekiel 38

As for me, I think, for those who’ll unstop their ears—God Voice is loud and clear.
For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities--his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God. (Romans 1:20)


Sunday, September 13, 2015

Dear Family,

This may be a Dear John letter... and it should be read immediately.  

For the past few months I’ve been doing some online research mostly at a website called, Torah Calendar. It’s quite in-depth. But, to make a long story short I submit to you their findings in a nutshell: God’s plan of redemption is 7000 years. They show a seven thousand year calendar from Creation to the Great White Throne Judgment.

They have determined specific dates using technology that reads the sky like a clock. NASA will agree the sky is a giant clock—and map. Sailors used the stars to navigate for centuries.

The Hebrew calendar is built around reading the sky. The sun and moon are for signs and for seasons, just as God said in Genesis. 

They go to great lengths to explain their conclusions. One big event, no, one HUGE event is about to happen. Sundown in Israel on September 14th to sundown on the 15th (because Hebrew days are sunset to sunset) is the last day of the sixth month (Elul) and the last day of 6000 years. The next day, September 15th – 16th (1st of Tishrei) is The Day of Trumpets, Rosh Hashanah, The Civil New Year and according to Creation Calendar, The Age of Life begins with The Marriage Supper of the Lamb. And thus begins the last millenium before the Great White Throne Judgement.

It’s a big day.
I fully intend to be at that wedding feast. Yeehaw and yum yum.
But hold on a second, wait a cotton pickin’ minute...
Didn’t Jesus say no man knows the day or the hour?
I spent a good deal of time reading their explanation for date setting and they make a valid argument that believers are called to watch and pray and read and know the signs of the times, so they will not be taken unawares. And, for the first time in a lifetime of listening to preachers, I’ve heard sermons that claim, perhaps, we who are paying attention will know the time of His imminent return.
Regarding the, no man knows the day or hour statement—it was actually a clue. You see, the Jewish calendar isn’t like ours. It floats with the sky. And the month would begin at the first sighting of the new moon. And since no man knows the day or hour when that will be until it happens, it was an excellent description of the first of the month.

The Jewish Holy Days clearly pointed to Jesus and foreshadowed things to come to the exact pattern and day.
Jesus died on Passover, rose on First Fruits and then the disciples were filled with the Holy Spirit on The Day of Pentecost.
Next is The Day of Trumpets in which a series of signals are blown on the Shofar. The last trump is the sound of the Shofar Gedolah or the Great Trumpet. It is mentioned in Isaiah 27:13. This is the last sound that is played on Rosh Hashanah and also the last trumpet blown on the Day of Atonement. Rabbis believe that this is the trumpet blast that heralds in the coming of Messiah.

 Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed—in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. 1 Corinthians 15:51-52

As I write this millions of homeless refugees are fleeing wars and rumors of wars, our government pays abortionists to dissect millions of babies and sell their body parts. Their blood cries out from the earth. Sexual immorality is encouraged by our legal system and dissenters are punished. America’s leaders stab their greatest ally, Israel, in the back to make nuclear deals with the devil. The Pope is scheduled to visit just after the fourth blood moon with a plan for the New World Order…perhaps a seven year ‘peace’ plan.
And listen to this. As we waved flags and vowed to never forget 911, the rains let up and a double rainbow floated where fourteen years prior, twin towers stood. A beautiful sign God gave Noah to say He’d never destroy the earth with a flood. Perhaps it was God’s way of saying, He never forgets. Or a warning to us, that He did destroy the earth once because of its wickedness. The very sign of His warning and promise is now used to represent perversion. We’d do well to remember His words, “As in the days of Noah so shall the coming of the Son of Man be.”
Across the water, while flags of 911 remembrances were still waving in New York, a lightning bolt caused a crane owned by Saudi Binladin Group to collapse at the Grand Mosque in Mecca in Saudi Arabia.  At least 107 people were killed and at least 238 others were injured. Pools of blood, dead bodies and rubble littered the polished tile floors of Islam’s most holy site as soot covered survivors ran for cover.  
As for me, I think, for those who’ll unstop their ears—God's Voice is loud and clear.
One would have to be in denial or deceived not to see the world is spiraling out of control. Any attempts to pull out of the nosedive are called hateful and intolerant.  
We have very little time.
Whether one day or a hundred years…life here is a vapor.

I’ve said all that to say this.
I love you. I want us to have more time together. As long as you have breath, it’s not too late.
If The Trumpet blows, sometime between the sunsets, on The Day of Trumpets and the dead in Christ are raised and we who are alive and remain are caught up to meet them in the air, I hope, and pray you are there.
If not…
I may never see you again.
You see, in this matter, when it comes to eternal Life, God is pro-choice. He lets you choose. “Today I set before you life and death—” And just so there is no room for doubt, He lets you know His choice for you— “choose life.” Deuteronomy 30:19.

So, this may be, see ya later…or good bye.
You decide.
Prayerfully yours,

No man knows the day – this is a fascinating teaching by Pastor Greg Stone.
At the last trump (not Donald)

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

How prayer works...through the eyes of a child

A sleepy giddy grin crossed his lips as he thought about prayer.
He wondered how it worked. How could God hear him…and someone else a mega-jillion miles away on the other side of the world—all at the same time?
Maybe it’s like a cell phone. 
Prayer is calling God’s cell phone number.
No, that wouldn’t work…‘cuz what if a bunch of folks called at the same time? God doesn’t have busy signals or answering machines.
The Sunday School teacher had said, God is everywhere.
Maybe…God’s like air. Air is all over the place—God is all over the place. You can’t see air—you can’t see God. Yeah, that’s it...God's like air.
And somebody…maybe the preacher, or mom or dad or maybe even sister acting like a teacher, one of them said, God will live inside a person, if He’s invited.
Well, that’s like air, too, because air goes inside a person when they take a breath. 
He took a deep breath and smiled.
Yep. God is all over the place like air. That’s why He can hear everybody when they pray.  
Air is good…it makes sailboats go.
But, what about underwater, where there’s no air?
Maybe that’s why God made it so people can’t talk underwater.
He giggled and then his stomach growled at the smell of pancakes. 
Maybe prayers are like smells… 
Does God smell prayers? He wrinkled his nose. 
I don’t know how He does it—just glad He does.
He hopped out of bed and followed his nose down the steps...
As he passed through the foyer he glanced toward the picture of Jesus and whispered, “Thanks.”
And deep inside his heart he knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt—God heard him.  
(pg 147-148 The Voice)

"Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.”
(Luke 18:17 ESV) 

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Sadie's thanks

It came out of the clear blue.

My wife, Roxy, told me to go to Facebook and see what she wrote.

It’s been over a day and I still haven’t been able to reply. The lump in my throat and tears in my eyes make my mind go numb and no words will come.

Because this is big. Better than my book being a New York Times Best Seller.

So here, in this space, little by little I’ve pecked away. One letter at a time—deleting most, and keeping 
some—to try and say, what I’m feeling today.

Thanks, won’t cut it. It’s too small.

Because, accomplishments measured by ladders climbed or medals won or letters tacked to the back of a name don’t matter at all, when placed side by side to something like this.

But to know, that going for a bike ride, untangling a fishing line, sitting on the sidewalk and drawing with chalk…or doing nothing at all, but spending time, are the things that make a difference—the things that stand tall.

I’m overwhelmed.

Sad for all the times I missed.

Humbled that God allows the honor of this.

The thing is…the great things, the eternal things, the important things, are the things, we all can do.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Adjuster’s Life—it's more than that

It’s not for everybody
That’s true
Staying up late
Getting up early
One eye on the weather channel
One hand on the suitcase handle
Always ready to go
Cuz you never know
When or
Or for how long
You just know, you gotta go
Like a cowboy's call to a rodeo
Or a Fireman’s call to smoke

You don’t do it for the money…
Well, some do.
But a real adjuster knows
It’s really more than that.
It’s being there when the smoke clears to offer a ray of hope
Shaking hands
Hugging necks
Saying prayers
With and for
Those who survived
And all the things they call natural disasters…even though there’s nothing natural about a person’s world being turned upside down.

The unseen destruction above every policy limit, is the stress and worry and fear that blows stronger than any storm that ever blew them in.

It’s more than a paycheck—more than just a job.
It’s a rescue mission.
It’s a people business.

It’s saving the message
From the man who called
Months after the storm—so long you’d all but forgotten.
How you stood in his ram-shackled kitchen

His heart broken beyond what writing an estimate could repair.
Surrounded by color crayon pictures his daughter had drawn
His quivering voice echoed off walls once filled with laughter, back before the storm, back when that broken down house was a home…back before dark clouds settled and sent mother and child running from it all.

You remember how he walked down the hall and tenderly touched the pictures of his wife and daughter.
How he told of spending every Christmas together, in that house.
How he didn’t think he could handle spending one alone.
He said, thanks, when you told him everything would be okay.
He wiped his eyes and couldn’t speak when you told him you’d pray.

And then, months after it all

He called.

He’d saved your number. Remembered your name. The money was spent. The repairs were made.

But that wasn’t the reason for his call.

His voice held that same quiver, but this time it wasn’t sad. He laughed as he said his wife and daughter were back home and he just wanted to say thanks, because after that day in the kitchen when you offered a kind word, and told him everything would be okay.It changed his life, his heart, gave him hope.

Because, it could’ve been different.
It wasn’t what he’d planned.

The revolver was loaded and sat in the drawer of the night stand. But you offered more than just help with the restoration of a house—you offered hope for the restoration of a home.

So now, every now and then, when the days get long and the nights get short, and it seems every person in the world has turned to greed. You click through the messages and find the one you need. The smile in your heart returns, and you remember the reason why you do what you do, when you hear that shaky voice say,

“I just want to say thanks Mr. Doug…it’s gonna be a great Christmas after all.”

(first posted at Cat Adjuster Stuff )