Faith
Those words were spoken in a prayer by my son’s friend, Daniel, before we headed downtown to Atlanta last night. We were a ragtag group at best, several moms, a couple of dads and small group leaders, and a gangly group of seventh grade boys with a penchant for youtube and cracking themselves up. Our caravan wound it’s way through 5:30 traffic into the heart of the city on a unusually mild January evening.
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Tim Tebow has been in the news lately not for yards gained or passes thrown in the NFL, but for a curiosity deemed “tebowing”. It is being loosely related to ridiculous trends of online postings of planking (people lying like a plank across various items) and owling (people posing like owls in myriad places). This seems to appeal to twenty somethings virtually connected 24-7 and with way too much time on their hands.
Let me set the record straight before I begin. I love the whole season from the first breezy, blue day that Fall arrives until Christmas Day. At least I love the idea of what I want those days to be. But something strange happens and time seems to speed up towards the end of the year. I have a calendar and know what to expect, but I was caught by surprise the other day when I walked into a winter wonderland of holiday cheer..the first week in October. Ho, ho, noooo!
Donald Miller, an author from the Northwest, posted a blog the other day about leading through fear. If you haven’t heard of him, run to Amazon (or the library), and grab any of his fabulous writing. His post was focused on leadership of people through fearful situations, but it got me thinking about parenting through fear. Until I became a parent myself, it hadn’t occurred to me that my parents were ever afraid or might not have known what they were doing. They were confident and fearless leaders to the three kids in our family and we slept well knowing we were loved and well taken care of. But that wasn’t the whole story.
Sundays are my reset button. After a crazed week of work and life, I look forward to some time to re-connect spiritually, hear a great message and point my internal compass back to true north. I attend a big church (which honestly freaked me out for about the first month due to the sheer size), and the service starts with a few songs by an amazing band, accompanied by the congregation singing along. There are so many people, it doesn’t really matter if you aren’t a great singer, because usually your voice just blends in and ends up sounding great. It’s kind of like a holy version of auto-tune.
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