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Child Evangelists

Posted by on Sep 26, 2014 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Moldable Moments | 0 comments

I recently moved with my family to a new house. My children love it because we have neighbors. Neighbors who are there age, children they can play with. Like any good pastor’s kids, my children quickly asked their new friends to come to church. We were proud of their initiative, but we shared in their frustration as the neighbors reported that they are not allowed to go to church. It is difficult to see disappointment on the faces of your children. My wife and I responded by encouraging our children to keep asking. To share how awesome our church is and how much fun they have learning about God. We allowed our children to invite the neighbors for dinner where we modeled a pre-dinner prayer-life, led by our children. We wanted the neighbors to see the faith of our...

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Mosquito Nets for Jesus

Posted by on Aug 26, 2014 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Moldable Moments | 0 comments

A cacophony of nighttime jungle sounds serenaded my son and I in our cabana. Surrounded by darkness in the lush Belizean jungle, Carver and I had time to talk about life and ministry. My seven-year-old son and I led a family mission trip to Belize. We were stationed in the city of Armenia. We spent the days hosting a soccer camp and the evenings teaching discipleship to local churches. This specific night we lay in bed, damp from the stale jungle heat. An oscillating fan blew hot air against the mosquito netting framing our bed. We were thankful for the net, but it stopped almost all of the air from cooling us. My son lay quiet beside me. We listened to the jungle sounds and he said nothing. Then all of a sudden, Carver spoke, “Are these the same...

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Cussing for My Kid

Posted by on Jul 31, 2014 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Moldable Moments | 0 comments

I want my son to hear swear words come from my mouth first. No, I am not a filthy-mouthed sailor, or a coarse crass foul-mouthed heathen. I am an intentional parent. Let me explain… I wanted to take my seven-year-old son Carver to see the new Captain America movie. Unfortunately, the movie is rated PG13. It includes crude and profane language. Being the awesome dad that I am, I went to to read an extremely detailed movie review. I found the movie contained content that I deemed acceptable for me to take Carver to, but the language was profane. To be exact, the movie contained, two s-words, three each of a-words, b-words, d-words, and h-words. Also, God’s name was taken in vain a couple of times. This amount of swearing is mild in today’s movie going standards. I...

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Rattlesnake Summit

Posted by on Jun 25, 2014 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Moldable Moments | 0 comments

Last year I went hiking with my six-year-old son, Carver. We hiked to the top of Rattlesnake Summit. Sounds dangerous, right? It wasn’t. The wide gravel path climbed slowly up the mountain until we reached the top.  Our climb took place in the Black Mountains of North Carolina, so my biggest worry was happening across a black bear and her cubs. We thought about taking a bear bell, but decided we would be safe enough. Plus, I truly believed I could take a black bear. I was an All-American wrestler and I slept at a Holiday Inn Express the night before—just kidding. A black bear weighs on average 247lb. I had 60+lbs on any bear we might have come across. It wouldn’t stand a chance. Luckily, for the bear, we didn’t see any. What we did see were some...

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Six Words of Parenting

Posted by on May 30, 2014 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Moldable Moments | 0 comments

Only days before the 1996 Ohio state wrestling championship, I contracted the flu. I was in my junior year of high school and ranked in the state. I was expected to place in the top eight. I easily defeated my first round opponent earlier in the season. It was the perfect draw—or at least it should have—if I could have breathed. My throat burned as I gasped for air. The lack of oxygen to fuel my muscles made every move difficult. I lost. The loss was devastating. I wandered around the arena aimlessly choking back tears until he I ran into my father. He hugged me and I wept. I sobbed. My dad told me that he loved me and that he was proud of me. He easily could have critiqued my poor performance. He could have chastised me—but...

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Snuggle Time

Posted by on Apr 29, 2014 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Moldable Moments | 2 comments

What’s your favorite thing to do with your dad? “Snuggle,” answered my five-year old with a sheepish grin springing to her red face. My daughter’s school handed out an assignment where she had to interview me, and answer questions about me. She answered as honestly as any five-year-old could. I half-expected her to say, “Bowling!” another favorite past time we do every year on one of our daddy dates. Nevertheless, she didn’t. My daughter is a touch person. This means she gives and receives love and affection through acts of touch. I can thank Dr. Gary Chapman of The Five Love Languages for this wonderful view of love. My daughter hugs me to show me that she loves me. It’s her way. I also have to find simple ways to show my love for her through touch. When she...

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