Vision 360

Stolen from my buddy Mike Goldsworthy's blog...but just as true on mine! This is exciting stuff that God is up to in our city and Mike and I are part of the team leading the charge:

We have just a few spots left for this lunch event with Rick Warren and Miles McPherson. The details and the link to register are below. If you want to come and hear more about what we’re doing, I’d love to see you there.

WHEN: Tuesday, October 25^th, from 11:00 AM – 1:30 PM

COST: $25 - Includes lunch

WHERE: The Reef, 880 Harbor Scenic Drive, Long Beach

REGISTER: www.vision360lb.eventbrite.com

QUESTIONS: eric.marsh@vision360.org

GUEST SPEAKERS: Rick Warren, Pastor, Author

Miles McPherson, Pastor, Author

MORE ON VISON360

We are local pastors and business leaders who love Long Beach and the surrounding area. Like others who live and work in Long Beach, we want our city to flourish. We believe that a key part of a flourishing city is healthy churches. Our collaboration will help strengthen local congregations and start new churches that will bless the neighborhoods and people of Long Beach.

Click here to learn more about Vision360.

• Mike Goldsworthy, Parkcrest Christian Church 
• Larry Walkemeyer, Light and Life Christian Fellowship
• Wayne Chaney, Antioch Church
• John Teter, Fountain of Life Covenant Church
• Darren Rouanzoin, The Garden
• Josh Chavez, Parkcrest Christian Church, 7th Street
• Eric Marsh, Grace Long Beach Church, Vision360 Long Beach City Catalyst
• Blake Christian, Vision360 Business Catalyst, Holthouse Carlin & Van Trigt LLP
• Chris Lagerlof, Regional Catalyst, Vision360

Vision 360 of Long Beach from Ryan Prouty on Vimeo.

I AM DEVOTED (a spoken word)

I AM DEVOTED by Larry Walkemeyer

I am devoted.

I am a disciple of Jesus Christ.

I have but one life to live and I give it unreservedly to Him.

I am not merely a fan, but I am a follower…

Not a fair weather consumer but a fully consumed believer in Jesus.

He is not my hobby, He is my life.

I have taken my stand, planted my flag, and determined my course.

I am devoted to one God, one Lord, one Master, one Savior.

My devotion is decisive because Jesus alone defeated death.

Therefore, I refuse to veer from the life-giving path of Jesus.

Questions can baffle me, barrage me, and befuddle me

But I will boldly broadcast this basic truth -

Jesus is the Redeemer, the Risen One, The Returning One!

Others can berate me, belittle me, and battle me,

But I will not back down, back up, or back slide!

My devotion is not determined by my emotion, nor by my blessings,

Not by popular opinion, convenience, nor personal happiness.

My devotion is based on unchanging truth, not fickle feelings.

So when the winds of the majority culture howl

And when the storms of adversity attack

And when the siren of sensuality sings to my sinful side

And when the media mocks me with its mischaracterizations

And when the courts mistake my morals as hateful -   

I will not relinquish my resolution,

I will not bow down to the empire of error and arrogance,

I will not patsy to the politics of the power brokers,

I will not shutter my good deeds of love nor silence my voice of hope!

I choose not the tyranny of my feelings but the liberty of my Father;

I choose not the pleasures for a season but the treasures of His promise;

I choose not the softness of retirement, but the investment of my energy;

I will follow where He leads, give what He asks, do what he commands,

Counting as nothing the honor of risking it all to obey His call!

I am a disciple of Jesus Christ.

I have decided.

I am devoted -

Till death us do…

Place in each other's presence forever!

And all God's true church said, Amen. 

A Good-Bye Letter to MOM

(A much longer post than usual)

A Good-bye Letter to Mom

Dear Mom,

I just wanted to write you a letter to say thank you for all that you were to me.
You were amazing and I miss you so much already, even though only 2 months have passed.

Your life gave me life. I was an infant conceived in your womb, carried lovingly by you for 9 months and brought into the world with great pain and joy by you.
You cuddled me, nursed me, changed me, rocked me to sleep.
You cooed with me and gently encouraged me to take my first steps.
You sang over me, prayed over me and laughed over me.
Your love was the strong foundation that my life was launched upon.
Thank you for your love and your tender care.

You loved me in the midst of your own pain and suffering as you watched the love of your life slowly die in front of your eyes. My first two years of starting life were being celebrated even as you were living the last two years of daddy’s life. You were a strong woman for sure.

I couldn’t conceive of what it meant to lose my daddy but you carried me through what I did not know I was living through. You held me over the casket and I blew on daddy’s face in an effort to awaken him. Yet, he did not get up...but you had to get up the next day and the next and the next to care for a young toddler who was learning to trust, learning to speak, learning to live.

Thank you for the effort you put into me at a time when you felt like you wanted to die yourself.
Many times you probably wanted to just lie down and stay there for a week but little Larry was too active to let you do so. Thanks for getting up and building into my young life.

Your prayers over me and your insistent effort to teach me to pray before every meal and before I went to bed, still have impact upon me today 52 years later. Your prayers changed me in ways I won’t even know of until heaven. Your prayers were always sincere and filled with faith. You were never an exhibitionist in prayer but you prayed simply, earnestly, and perseveringly.

You are probably the reason I fly all over the world and adventure into the remote places to share the gospel of Jesus. Taking me on a trip to Africa when I was only four was a huge undertaking for a young single mom. I might not remember too much of that trip but it planted something in me that not only lived on, but grew and now is bearing fruit in the Philippines, Ethiopia, Kenya, Indonesia, India, etc.

You modeled a love for education and love for hard work...when I was only five you left the familiar, the life of comfort and off you went to graduate school in Anderson Indiana to get a teaching credential...that year was a great adventure for our little family of 3. I would see you typing papers late into the night....reading, learning, writing....these became my passion as well and its you that I have to blame for having insatiable appetite to keep learning...now I am thinking of a second doctorate...a Ph.d in Global Leadership. Thank you for passing on this love.

You were the consummate teacher...whether in the fifth grade classroom at school or in the Sunday School classroom or in the youth group or in the Choir...or in VBS...you were always teaching, sharing, helping others develop and you passed that on to me as well. I love to stand in front of a group and share something that will help them reach higher.  

Your love for the church of Jesus is one of the greatest treasures that I imbibed from you. Every time the doors were open to the First Church of God in Hugoton Kansas...we were there. We were front row. We were involved. You were leading something. You were volunteering for something. You were championing some new cause at the church.  You saw the church in both her beauty and brokenness, but you emphasized the beauty of His bride. I love the church largely because you loved the church.

When you married my step-dad you took a big step that I didn’t fully understand at age almost 11. I liked dad, but I had been your only man and it was an adjustment for me. I had no idea about the joy or the pain that that relationship would bring to your life. I rejoiced that you had a companion...and was happy to have a dad in my life...even though he was stumbling forward in that role.

I watched you live and love out of a commitment to your marriage vows. There were some tough times in that relationship but you were like a bulldog who refused to let go of that which you were devoted to. In the last years of your life it was a great joy to see the way in which dad cared for you in the midst of your cancer. I learned that even the best intentioned relationship, even with Christians, can face uphill times, and that the climb is always worth the effort. I believe my marriage is better and stronger because of what I saw in you.

You were always my cheerleader, my number one fan, the one who believed I could do great things. You weren’t the kind of mom to brag all over town about your kid....but when the other person brought it up, you were happy to say the “Amen!” You never pushed, but always offered to help me try new things...you were there to help me build a car for the Cub Scouts Pinewood Derby...I was the only kid who didn’t have a dad helping them...we built a cool car but it was pretty slow! You were there to help me with my first public talk ever...a 4H presentation on “The Care of Your Hare”...a riveting speech about taking care of rabbits (we had 30 of them at the time)....you were there when I decided to do Competitive Swimming and was the slowest guy in my age division...I wanted to quit before the season was over but you wouldn’t let me. You were there when I decided to ride bulls (steers actually) in the Little Britches Rodeo...that lasted only a few seconds.

You were at every game I played in football and basketball and every track meet. You were there cheering me forward, never expecting me to win but always expecting me to do my very very best. And when I started to win and set new track records in the quarter mile...you were beaming with pride while telling me not to get full of pride.

You were my campaign manager when I ran for President of the State Youth Group and we won that campaign with the motto “Walk a Mile for Walkemeyer”. We were big time then.

You would cringe when ever I told you I was off on another grand adventure (camping trip to the draw, backpacking trip to the Rockies, riding my bike 350 miles to Denver, road tripping to Indiana when only 15, off to Explo 72 in Dallas when only an 8th grader, motorcycle-ing to Two Buttes, flying a Cessna to pick up my prom date in Colorado, etc.) but then you would offer advice, warnings, and prayers. You gave me freedom...probably too much freedom, but what a great time I had because of your belief in me.

I was a rambunctious but good kid...your morals were ingrained in me...you taught me not just the rules, but the reasons behind the rules and you pointed out to me the pain in the lives of those who violated them. I never really wanted to be like the crowd even though I wanted to be liked by the crowd. You were always there with a motherly quote to direct my decisions. Thank you for that kind of guidance...being clear without being smothering.

I remember all the times you cared for me in my multitude of injuries. Broken arms, broken collar bones, three knee surgeries, back surgery, and a host of smaller owies... you were there with motherly care, good cooking, and encouragement to get back up..

Thank you for the way you loved my wife...she and three other APU students lived with us for three months of summer as we ministered together. You taught her so many things that summer...like how to cook...and you embraced her even before you knew she would be my bride. Once we were married you were an excellent mother-in-law...supporting without meddling, coaching without coercing. You loved my wife like your own daughter and were proud of each of her accomplishments.

When Deb had a cancer your heart was broken and your hands were moved...once again you dropped everything and came and cared for her and for me with a strength and faith that made the journey much more bearable. Thank you.

When Lindsey came along you stepped into the grandmother role with an infectious enthusiasm. Lindsey felt cherished, cared for, and encouraged by the presence of Grandma in her life. Those summers you kept her so she could learn to ride horses, do chores, pick in the garden, and feed goats are some of her most special memories. Your prayers and wisdom guided her and helped reinforce the path we were leading her down. Today she exhibits much of your pluck, your morals, and your attitude to life. Thank you, Mom.

When we adopted Anjelica, you embraced her as well. Even though she was already 18 you decided that if we were taking her as a daughter, you would love her like a granddaughter. You made her feel accepted when she could have felt so alone and crushed in the world.

TJ was the same way...and it was a miracle that your health rebounded enough for you to be present and a wonderful addition to Lindsey’s and TJ’s wedding. TJ loved you like his own grandmother because you made him feel so special.

Resilient. That’s the word that describes you best. Like the Timex watch ads of long ago, “you took a licken and kept on ticken”. You bounced back from the loss of your first husband, the loss of your farm, bankruptcy, emotionally tough times in your marriage, the loss of your second husband, and in the end you bounced back from your cancer diagnosis. Your resiliency stemmed from your deep faith in the one who bounced back from death. Jesus was your reason and your power to “come back strong” after each blow that life dealt you. Thank you for that model.

Thank you for the way you walked through your last five years...your courage in the face of the cancer that was robbing your body of strength was a testimony to me of your daily reliance upon the power of God. Seven days before you died you insisted that you not miss church on Sunday. It was Sunday and if you weren’t dead you should be in God’s house to worship Him...and you were. It was fitting to me that you went to God’s house forever on a Sunday. It was like you waited until Sunday to die.

Thank you for waiting to die until I arrived. I prayed otherwise. I talked to you on the phone and encouraged you to go home to Jesus before I got there. I didn’t want you to suffer. But you had different plans. They thought you would die on Thursday, then Friday, then Saturday, then Sunday morning...but you hung on till I got there Sunday evening. And then, although you had been unresponsive for 24 hours...when I kissed you on the cheek and told you I loved you, two large tears rolled down your cheek...as if to say, “I love you Larry and will miss you too”. With all three of your kids there, loving you, singing over you, praying for you, blessing you...two hours after I arrived... you went HOME to your reward.

Proverbs 31:25-31 is the only fitting closure that I can bring to this letter to you, Mom.
The last verse Proverbs 31:31 is my prayer for you. Thank you, Mom and I love you, Mom.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
  she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
  and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
  and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
  her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women do noble things,
  but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
  but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Give her the reward she has earned,
  and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

With All My Love and Until I See You Again,
Your Son,
Larry Joe

Stretch- The Secret of Effective Leadership

I like to work out at 24 Hour Fitness. 30 minutes of cardio followed by 30 minutes of weight lifting is a panacea for me. My muscles respond and grow if I am faithful at this. But there is a part of my fitness routine that I am woefully inadequate in....STRETCHING.

My wife is a faithful stretcher and seeks to influence me in the higher ways of stretching. But I am a slow convert. It just seems to me that stretching doesn't accomplish much. Cardio- my lungs and heart expand...Lifting- my shirts get tight around the biceps. Stretching...I don't see immediate results.

But my wife, as usual, has a wisdom I don't yet possess. She understands that with stretching comes flexibility, resilience, adaptability, prevention to pain and injury, increased muscle capacity.

There are a lot of leaders who work hard but haven't learned the wisdom and power of STRETCHING.

Stretching is the SECRET of the RUBBER BAND. Have you ever tried to "shoot" a rubber band? If you don't stretch it far enough it has no power and flies nowhere. If you stretch it too far it simply breaks. But if you put the right amount of tension on it. WHAM it flies further than you imagined it could.

There are 10 Stretches for Leaders that I have identified. Let me share just one.
STRETCH between your REALITY and your VISION.
Reality is defined by where you are right now and what you have to work with currently.
Many leaders want to VISIONIZE without regard to their present reality.
They want to start from where they wish they were or where they inaccurately think they are.
Integrity in reality assessment is crucial.

Vision is defined as "a clear picture of your preferred future that produces passion in you today"
Many leaders never get a truly clear picture of where they are headed so there is no tension in their rubber band. Vision clarification is vital.
Being fully attached to REALITY and yet STRETCHING towards a defined VISION, that is where the power lies.
The power resides in the ability to STAY in the TENSION.
It is our natural tendency to want to ease the tension and become SLACKERS.
More to be said on the subject...but my prayer is that God would help me learn to STRETCH more effectively (and Deb...I promise I will start joining you for more stretching in the gym, too).

The Pastor, The Leader, The Papa

High in the mountains of British Columbia...learning, growing, breathing deep, looking down on my life, out of the trees and seeing the forest. 

Just finished two excellent books from two radically different Christian writers. Eugene Peterson writes, "The Pastor" as an instructive memoir of his life. Bill Hybels, writes "Axioms" as the lessons of leadership learned from a lifetime of leading a mega-church. 

Both resonated with me and pulled my mind and heart towards excellence before my God. 

The church as the family of God is a beautiful entity that Jesus calls his very own "bride". To be the "friend of the bridegroom" and assist in preparing the bride for her wedding day, is a role of the highest honor. To be called "Pastor" is to be entrusted as the humble servant of the greatest love of Jesus' heart. To authentically love people, (one by one and as corporate one called local church), is the highest honor of living. 

Yet I am called to serve by leading, called to love by leading, called to exercise a gift of leadership. Called to rally this beloved one of God into an advancing army that does great damage to the kingdom of darkness. An army that is led forward into specific battlefronts, an army that is organized, supplied, and motivated. I must be a general that promotes other leaders and delegates authority and responsibility. I must lead by example...leading from the front...leading from the most risk-taking position available. As the Army slogan shouts, "Be all you can be!"...I must call us a body of believers in Long Beach to "Be all WE can be!" Call me Leader and there is passion and urgency that is captivating to me. 

Yet in the midst of these roles there is another glorious call that whistles like a soft spring breeze through the trees of my life -- it is the call of being "Papa". The Spirit knew the preeminence of this role when he wrote, "How can one care for the church of God if he does not first lay down his life for his own household?" To spend quality time with grown children and find that "Papa" is still a delight to their lips is a source of inexplicable gladness. To hear them pray sincerely and passionately before our meals together. To hear them laugh as we dive off the boat to swim in the lake. To walk into church with them carrying their Bibles...these are the highest delights of this "Papa's" heart. 

Call me "Pastor" and I am honored... Call me "Leader" and I am motivated....Call me "Papa" and I am satisfied. 

The Laughter of My Daughters

There are few greater delights than having the "grown kids" around the table.
We are 1600 miles from the realities of life and ministry in Long Beach.
We are sitting at the family dinner table in our home away from home.

After a great day of playing on the lake, a delectable pasta dinner, we are playing a crazy game of Dominoes and laughing...but there is a duet of laughter that sounds like Handel's Messiah to me.

It is the laughter of my two daughters...one born into our home and one chosen into our home.
The older "born" daughter laughs with the joy of being secure in the 27 years of living in the love of her parents, the stability of a healthy, holy home. Her craziness an expression of her freedom to be herself because her foundations are so deep and firm. Her experience of grace has been a steady, slowly building gratitude for the family she was placed in at birth.

The younger "chosen" daughter laughs with the joy of being secure in her new parent's love.
The pain of loss and disappointment is being replaced choice by choice, grace by grace with the laughter of blessing, acceptance, and affirmation. While living with a sense of love and loyalty for her deceased, birth family, she is embracing the new love of her chosen family and it is setting her laughter free. She sounds like a 7 year old with a lilting silly laughter that is the music of heaven to this father's ears.

The Eye of the Storm

I been through four tornadoes in my life. Four that were close enough to see them in their fury and feel them in their power. It's my legacy having grown up a Kansas farm boy. There is an interesting feeling in the middle of a tornado or sometimes even just a powerful thunderstorm. It's called the "eye" of the storm.

I think "eye" is used in a comparison to the "eye" of a needle. The "eye" is where nothing is, it's the open part, the area you pull the string through. So it is with the "eye" of the storm. You know the storm is not over. You have lived through the first half and now you have a moment to gasp, lift your head up, prepare for the next phase. It's quiet, like nature is holding it's breath for a minute.

Though you can still see the storm all around you, it's at a distance. I have actually danced in the eye of the storm before running back downstairs to the cellar.

I felt that we had one of those "eye of the storm" moments Sunday. The weather outside was ugly- winds, rain and flash flooding. But it was Christmas Sunday and the people of God showed up in mass to meet with the newborn king. It had been a stormy year in our personal lives...with sudden deaths, losses, some dashed dreams, some broken friendships...

But as our choirs began to praise the King, "the hopes and fears of all my year really were met in thee tonight." The eye of the storm was formed. The "silent night, holy night" makes "all is calm", "all is bright" a reality. The wind was howling outside the doors but inside the Holy Spirit was descending "gently like big flakes of softly falling snow".

I was reminded that where Jesus is... there is always "an eye of the storm". As he lay in the manger, every one was in a tizzy in Jerusalem especially Herod. When he went to a wedding everyone was panicking because they were out of wine...a social disgraceful predicament...but he quietly called some servants to get some water. When the storm was raking the Sea of Galillee and the sailors were pleading for their lives...Jesus was asleep in the back of the boat, in solid confidence in His Father.

I know we must go through the storm. As with oak trees it is the storms that deepen the roots. But we also need to look for and believe in the eye of the storm. Snuggle in close to Jesus' presence and listen to your heart beat slow down to match his calmly beating heart.

But the eye of the storm is also the place were your eye can see further. The "eye of the storm" gives you a few minutes to get perspective...to look back at what you have been through and look forward to what you yet have ahead of you. The eye of the spirit is quickened during the eye of the storm.

Lord Jesus...you are Emmanuel, with us creating an eye in the storms that we can rest in. Thank you.

Daddy - Daughter Dance

How do you anticipate and dread at the same time? How do you stand so joyful and sorrowful in the same moment? How do you send the dove soaring and yet know you are silencing the daily cooing you love so much.

For me the final good-bye was the daddy-daughter dance at Lindsey's wedding Saturday night. I bawled like a baby through the whole time and spoke to her through the tears. I had joked with her for several months that I wanted to dance to the song "I Dance With Cinderella" a song by Steven Curtis Chapman. It has a powerful line that says, "Cause I know something the Prince never knew...the clock will strike midnight and she'll be gone".

I felt like the clock was striking midnight. Midnight rings out that a day is done, over, unrepeatable, faded into the annals of history. But midnight also announces a new day....yes there are few hours of darkness but the calendar flips at midnight, the new day has started even though it will be a few more hours till you see sunrise.

I have a few tears to walk through before I fully process the grief and see all the light of the new day. A few minutes ago I walked into Lindsey's room and it had an empty atmosphere....she had already moved out physically so that wasn't it. It seemed empty of her vibrant spirit...like she had now moved her soul and spirit out of our home.

And that was the essence of our daddy-daughter dance...I told her, "Lindsey we will always be here for you with open arms and hearts...but you can never come back home." You see a person can only have one true home....one place where they belong most completely. This is why God says, "A man shall leave His Father and a woman leave her home and cleave to her husband".

During that dance I said to my dove, "Fly away darling"...I trust you to Jesus and TJ. I didn't really dance...it was more like hanging on to my princess for dear life and at the same time setting her soaring. So..."Lindsey, you were made to fly...so fly high, my precious girl, fly high!"
+++++++++++++++
We danced to "When you come back down by Nickel Creek. While not all the lyrics apply, some of the lyrics are profound and fit exactly.

"When You Come Back Down"

You got to leave me now, you got to go alone 
You got to chase a dream, one that's all your own 
Before it slips away 
When you're flyin' high, take my heart along 
I'll be the harmony to every lonely song 
That you learn to play 

When you're soarin' through the air 
I'll be your solid ground 
Take every chance you dare 
I'll still be there 
When you come back down 
When you come back down 

To Burn or Not To Burn

Jesus lived in a culture filled with idolatry, imperialism, cultism, and occultism. However, he never held a "book burning". However, in Acts 19:19 the converted Christians who had practiced sorcery DID bring their books to a public forum and burn them.

So the question, "Is it pleasing to God or offensive to God to burn the Quran?"
Is that really the right question?
Or is the better question, "In our quest to win souls to Christ and fill the earth with the fame of the name of Jesus, is the most strategic move to burn the Quran?"

What happened in Acts 19 is more like converted Muslims throwing out their Quran in the new understanding this it is not the word of God but of a false prophet. For Evangelical Christians to burn the Quran is unnecessary, offensive, counterproductive, and stupid.

Our acts of love and our gentle and clear communication of the gospel, and when necessary our unyielding, courageous stand for the truth of the Bible as God's only revelation, these are subversive acts with great power. Jesus demonstrated that LOVE always trumps HATE, and acts of kindness overcome acts of violence, and declaring truth in love are the most effective weapons against those who disagree and even those who hate us.

Overcome evil with good. Romans 12:21

Don't burn books...rather burn with His love and passion for the lost!

A Few Solid Rocks

In the small Kansas church I grew up in, I was known for singing real loud. I just always was convinced that what I was singing about was real and really mattered. One of my favorites was, "On Christ the Solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand". 

The older I have grown, the more I have learned, the further I have traveled, the more doubts I have about many things. I am not as dogmatic about many things as I used to be. I have been asked too many questions and seen too much of life to claim certainty on several subjects that I used to be absolutely persuaded about. 

BUT a corollary reality has developed...a few of my big rocks have grown much larger and firmer than ever AND the sand has become uglier and more treacherous and deeper than I ever imagined. 

Jesus is still THE solid rock...and all other rocks gain their stability from His Word. 

A few of My Solid Rocks are...

1. Life is about eternity. (Life doesn't make sense if it's 80 and out)

2. Relationships count. (How I love really matters.)

3. Marriage is wonderful if centered in Christ. (Wrecked marriages are everywhere but a great marriage rocks)

4. Prayer really works. (It's just tried too infrequently and believed in too little)

5. All is vanity except that which God endorses (The most famous people and accomplishments are vapor)

6. The best way to live is found in the teachings of Jesus. (His words actually work!)

7. The only thing that doesn't change over time is Jesus and His Word. (It's why he's the SOLID rock.)

8. The Church, in all its imperfection, is the only organization worthy of my life's work. 

There are more solid rocks in my life....but these cover much of my reality. 

As the sinking sand around me grows, it's good to know I've got some solid rocks.

Wrestling with Demons

I was recently praying with a girl who had a demon who had attached itself (himself\herself\itself? what do you use when speaking of unseen evil fallen angels) to her. She was fearful that she was possessed by a demon because whenever she prayed for deep inner cleansing from the Lord...something that felt like it was deep within her resisted her prayer. She felt something physically and felt as if she needed to vomit. No one had pre-conditioned her to expect this...it's just that she felt it. When this happened she would become fearful and stop praying. She came to me asking, "Am I demon possessed?"

Knowing her genuine commitment to Jesus Christ and that she was born again, I assured her, No, you certainly are not possessed". I explained that when someone is born again it means that the Spirit of God has taken up residence in the spirit and soul of person and that a demon cannot "possess" that territory any longer.

However that doesn't mean that demons can't attach themselves to our thinking, to our emotions. Paul when writing to the Ephesians told us to be very careful not to give the Devil a "foothold" (4:27). "Foothold" is a Greek word meaning "a space that is marked off from the surrounding space". In this context, we are being told to deal with our anger quickly and healthily or we will give the Devil a "marked off space in our lives", a "foothold", or a "stronghold".

When that happens we are certainly not possessed but we have allowed a place where a demon can get its talons into us. We must aggressively take that space back through confession and deliverance.

Another picture is "wrestling". Ephesians 6:12 describes demons as "wrestling" with us. When a demon takes hold of us in certain areas, it does not want to let go. It has grasped us in an aggressive wrestling hold. When we begin to exercise the authority of the name of Jesus against it, it wants to hold on and this can be a struggle. When manifestations take place (writhing on the floor, eyes rolled back, different voices coming out of a person, coughing, vomiting, supernatural strength, death appearance, hissing, drooling and many more which I have encountered) I believe these are efforts of demons to "hang on" resisting the power that is breaking their hold on an area of a persons life.

As the person confesses their sin, confesses the name of Jesus, confesses the defeat of the Devil and his demons through the blood of Jesus and Word of God, the demon must give up that foothold, it must release its wrestling hold on the person.

This young lady met us for prayer, actively engaged the area of demonic stronghold, and agreed with us as we prayed for breaking the hold of the enemy. There were some violent manifestations that could only be attributed to a demon reluctant to release his territory. But after a short while of prayer, the demon left and she felt a tremendous release. She was glowing even several days later. She testified to the difference that she felt in her life. Praise to the one who "ALWAYS give us the victory".

Duckies and Horsies and Jesus

I know blogs are intended to be original work, but David Burchett said some things I resonate so strongly with that I had to share them from site too...Read and enjoy the horsies and duckies of God's love

On a recent flight home I spent a fair portion of the time just gazing out the window at some amazingly beautiful clouds. The sun reflecting off of the magnificent formations was spectacular. I tried to make out shapes like I used to when I was a kid. 

The exercise reminded me of a classic Peanuts cartoon when Charlie Brown. Lucy, Linus and Charlie Brown are all gazing lazily at the clouds. Lucy asks the two boys what they see.

Linus Van Pelt: Well, those clouds up there look to me look like the map of the British Honduras on the Caribbean. [points up] That cloud up there looks a little like the profile of Thomas Eakins, the famous painter and sculptor. And that group of clouds over there… [points] …gives me the impression of the Stoning of Stephen. I can see the Apostle Paul standing there to one side.
Lucy Van Pelt: Uh huh. That's very good. What do you see in the clouds, Charlie Brown?
Charlie Brown: Well… I was going to say I saw a duckie and a horsie, but I changed my mind.

I get that "Charlie Brown" feeling when I read many of the other bloggers and theologians that I share space with on Crosswalk. I still can't believe they give me virtual real estate to post my humble ramblings. While other Crosswalk contributers are writing deep theological treatises I feel like I am posting a spiritual version of "duckies and horses". Perhaps we are all simply fulfilling our niche in the body of Christ. I know there is a need for theologians who can wrestle with complex passages and doctrinal issues. I know that men and women who can define and defend sound doctrine are vital to the stability of the church. I have spent many hours reading these deep works and working out my practical theology. I am grateful for the faith and intellect of these scholars. But when I look at my spiritual cloud formations I am very much like Charlie Brown. It is pretty simple.

I see that Jesus loves me.
I see the grace of God.
I see my identity in Christ.
I see my need for the community of believers.
I see forgiveness.

In those spiritual cloud formations I see the brilliant light of hope and love.

I am grateful that there are brilliant scholars who can write about topics like "A Test Case For New Testament Aphorism" and "A Review of Carsten Peter Thiede, The Qumran Fragment 7Q5 and its Significance For New Testament Studies". If the church depended on me to research topics like those then Jesus might as well come on back. My brain would vapor lock and then explode if given an assignment like that.

I take comfort in a story recorded in the Gospel of Luke.

"Let the children come to me. Don't stop them! For the Kingdom of God belongs to those who are like these children. I tell you the truth, anyone who doesn't receive the Kingdom of God like a child will never enter it." (Luke 18, NLT)

Jesus is not saying that I should act childish and immature. He meant that I must have that child-like trust, dependence, surrender to authority and need for relationship. So here's to you theologians and scholars! I am grateful for you and your difficult work. You free me up to look at the clouds and sing my theology boldly.

Jesus loves me,
This I know,

For the Bible tells me so….

Dave Burchett is an Emmy Award winning television sports director, author, and Christian speaker.

Walking at 81

Learning to walk at 81 is no fun. After you learned to walk at age 1 you think that lesson is far behind you. But my father-in-law, Bill is learning to walk for the second time. 


Without the ability to swallow, his meals consist of chalky protein drink pumped directly into his stomach. Without the ability to speak, his words consist of grunts and unintelligible vowel sounds. 


The heart is more or less repaired but the brain must be retrained after the major stroke struck out a large part of the processing power. 


I have never been more aware of Jesus' words when he said, "The truth is, when you were young, you were able to do as you liked and go wherever you wanted to. But when you are old, you will stretch out your hands, and others will direct you and take you where you don't want to go." John 21:18. 


Is that an infant or an old man that is being spoken of? It could be either, couldn't it? And thus the "circle of life", the grand return to the grand entrance which in reality is also the grand exit; the child who became a parent who ends up being cared for like a child by his child. This is the reality of life. 


Yet in the midst of the misery there is an insuppressible joy to be found. As an infant it's nothing but a blank sheet of life ahead. As an elder, the paper is filled with the joys you have created. The daughter holding your hand, the granddaughter kissing your forehead, your favorite pictures of friends and accomplishments hanging on the walls, the memories of songs, travels, and loves filling your mind.    


If you have lived well, you can smile from memories, as you learn to walk again. 
If you are living well, you can smile at the blank page of eternity which also looms ahead. 

Exploring The Cave With A Match

Ever feel like you are trying to explore a cave with only a match for a light? 


At times life feels like that to me. Once in awhile the darkness is stifling. 
Your questions gang up on you like storm clouds obscuring the sliver of moon. 
Why now? Why them? Why this? Why his pain? 
The bronze and health-filled teen who killed the young girl in Aruba flits around the world waiting for justice to catch up. The 20 year old servant-leader, scholar, nice Christian guy, dies of brain cancer yesterday. 


My mom fighting cancer, my dad-in-law stroked out without speech or even swallowing, my friends mom withers to her death of Alzheimer's. "It's just our season," other boomers tell me. True, but incomplete. It's more than our season, it's our world. Our sad and darkened world that is groaning as it awaits the return of the one who called himself, "The Light". (Romans 8)


However, we must remember in the darkness, in the mystery, in the night, that outside this cave called "LIFE"...there is a brilliant sun that is shining. The small match we hold onto can light a candle and the darkness can never extinguish the candle...and soon we will step into the LIGHT where our candle will be consumed by the SON. 


Meanwhile, I am going to shine. By His Spirit I am going to shine...that is my determination. 
Adlai Stevenson (1900-65), praising Eleanor Roosevelt in an address to the United Nations General Assembly in 1962 said - 'She would rather light candles than curse the darkness, and her glow has warmed the world.' 


I want my GLOW to warm the world and the world to see HIS light! 

"TB"!

I just returned from Borneo and I have TB...TIRED BUTT syndrome.

Imagine riding 4.5 hours on the back of a motor scooter...then do it behind a small Dayak tribal leader through dense jungle on a path marked by dips, hills, bumps, and narrow planks across marshy areas.

At one point when we had left the other scooter far behind, a thought hit me squarely. Here I am in the middle of a jungle with no one except a man I met last night and his father ate people. I thought to myself, "I just hope he's not hungry!" Not really...but I did know I was way outside the safety zone of life.

Most Americans live a TB lifestyle. They have Tired Butts from sitting on the sofa of life, watching their wrinkles grow. They have TB mouths, that is they TALK BIG but take such little action.

Now I don't believe everyone needs to go to they jungles of Borneo to really live. But you do have to try something new, do something that is a little scary, you do have to do something that is hard, uncomfortable, challenging, unselfish, creative, caring or daring.
You do have to get your Tired Butt off the couch and go for the gusto!

It's not really Faith until you feel a little Fear!

I like the quote, "It's not how many breaths you take that make up your life, but how many moments in life that take your breath away." You don't just wait for those moments...you create those moments!

For too many people life is just TB - TOO BORING and that's really just TB- TOO BAD!

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5 Today!

5 Years ago today, I was anxiously waiting for my wife to emerge from major Cancer surgery. A radical, rare, and deadly cancer had attacked her uterus and the prospects were bleak. The whole church was praying. People around the world were praying. A pastor friend with a gift of healing had called from England minutes before they rolled Deb into surgery.

We were pleading for God for a miracle. And God answered in amazing ways. After surgery they came back and said, although it was quite "surprising" they had found "no cancer", although the diagnosis had been so clear that they had shipped tissue samples to Cancer Society.

They told us, while this is good news, don't get too excited as the cancer cells will show up in the pathology reports...after three different pathology reports of finding no cancer, they finally gave up looking. At that point they had to admit, "well maybe all that praying worked".

But they said, "Don't get too excited. This kind always comes back". Every 3 months for the first three years Deb went back to see the specialist. Finally after four years, he said, "Well perhaps this isn't going to come back".
And today is 5 years...and absolutely NO CANCER! So we praise God today on this 5th anniversary of his miracle working mercy. Jesus is Lord of my life and Lord of my wife!

An Announcement Based on a Lifetime Prayer

Do you have a few prayers you have been praying for years? The kind you know you won't see the answer to for a long, long time? Do those prayers matter? Are there some things so big that you just must keep praying for them until you see the outcome?

I just had one of those kinds of prayers answered and I must say...."How sweet it is!"; "Thank you Jesus!"

When Deb found out she was pregnant we were thrilled. We were ready for kids and our determination was to take parenting as the most serious call of our lives. We knew we must immerse our new child in faithful prayer. 

So we began before we even knew what gender our child would be. 

One of the primary prayers we prayed was: "God grant our child a godly spouse, who loves YOU and loves THEM deeply". 

When Lindsey was born and miraculously survived being "dead on arrival" and especially when we discovered we would have no more biological children, we prayed that this girl would have a divine hand upon her life.

Many evenings after Lindsey was fast asleep we would pray, "God grant our daughter a godly husband who deeply loves you and will honor our daughter." 

We, of course, did more than pray. We sat boundaries, we taught, we built relationship. As she matured we had the big "promise ring" talk in which she pledged her virginity til marriage. We had discussions about the kind of man she should marry. 

We held our breath through several "crushes". She had a couple of false starts of exploration in which we just prayed all the more. But then seemingly out of nowhere, at a point when Lindsey's heart was grieving and wondering what, if anything, was going to happen--TJ TAYLOR arrived on the scene. 

Friends at first. Deeper friends. Dating. Commitment. Then that morning in our den when TJ asked Deb and I if we would give our daughter to him in marriage. 

And there it was, the answer to a lifetime prayer...A young man (25) who highly valued our daughter and was committed to her spiritual, emotional, and physical welfare. For 25 years we had not known the name or the face of the man we were praying for...but it was his, TJ's. 

Is TJ perfect? No. But he is God's man for our daughter...prayed in with faith, drawn in by love and wisdom. We are honored to announce their engagement, their promise to marry one another and serve God's purpose for their lives in their generation. Now that's worth praying a lifetime for!! 

Mr. Frost Goes to Washington

One of my favorite movies is Mr. Smith goes to Washington...a classic movie about a bumpkin who goes to Washington D.C. only to be confronted by the twisted morals of money grabbing bankers and politicians.

Although decades removed from the farm I often still feel like a country bumpkin, so it was with both excitement and reluctance that I went to Washington. When I arrived, I was confronted with the spiritual morals of sincere Senators and humble servants of Christ.

The other folks are still there and continue to pull many proverbial strings in their own self-interest. Truth is often a rare commodity with some who are in power. But weaving in and out of the halls of rulership are the few, the brave, the good.

Men like Dan Frost, my friend who has walked holes in his shoes, walking the halls of Congress. Every ministry day he puts on his suit and tie, climbs in his SUV that has 275,000 miles on it, drives 45 minutes, parks beneath the Senate building, and starts walking for Jesus. His mission? To be a friend to people in power; to be the one man who wants nothing from anybody, to be the one person who is willing to listen from the heart, to be an encourager to those who are simply overwhelmed with the complexity of the D.C. lifestyle.

Almost invisible, which is hard at 6'7", Dan is simply there...available for those who may suddenly sense an urge for a friend...friends are hard to find in D.C. Dan is there for those who are open to trust him to pray for them. He is a burden bearer with some of the most burdened men and women in our world.

Having a backstage pass to the halls of Congress, following Dan through the underground tunnels of Congress, greeting his friends in the hallways, weaving our way between flocks of lobbyists, ascending back staircases little used except by the most knowledgeable D.C. insiders, eating the famous bean soup that's been served for nearly 200 years in the Senate dining room, praying in the small backroom chapel that Lincoln prayed in, these were my  joys in our nation's capitol.

Mr. Smith stood for integrity and for service to others and he impacts Washington D.C. and leaves you cheering for the good guys. Mr. Frost stands for integrity and service to others and for the good news of God's love; he also is impacting Washington...and leaves me cheering for this good guy and for God. Cheer with me!