Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Poverty Sucks

I was with my friend Matt Parker today. He is the Executive Director of The Exodus Road and he talked about their calling to rescue kids who have been stollen or forced into the sex industry via human trafficking. At the root of almost all of these cases is poverty. When you become so desperate you are willing to do almost anything...and this sucks. I was recently told that we CAN'T eradicate extreme poverty, so in a sense, why even try. That's garbage! Come travel the world with me and I dare you to not try to eradicate the garbage that most of the world deals with.
We are blessed here in America.
So blessed.
Blessed beyond our comprehension.
Live Love and do something with your life.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

John Perkins

If you don't know who John Perkins is you need to google search him. Civil Rights leader, friend of Martin Luther King Jr., community activist, Jesus lover. He's one of my hero's and I had the opportunity to chat with him the other day...it was only for 10 minutes, but honestly, that's all I needed! I told him how much I respected him and how much his life mattered...He said "Thanks!"

Find someone you respect and tell them how much they mean to you!

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Coolest New Product on the Planet

Just found this Espresso maker as it was voted in Outside and GQ magazines as one of the top new products...10 year warranty, amazing original design, uses no electricity and I can take it with me when i'm off in Liberia, Malawi, Haiti and Thailand or when i'm just lost in some mountain here in Arizona...no this isn't a commercial...just an opinion.


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

It's Dark Under the Red Lights

I just returned from Thailand and spent some time taking pictures of guys who visit the red-light district. I decided that if they have the audacity to hire a prostitute then I was going to walk up to them and take their pictures...here are a few of the pics.








Saturday, November 26, 2011

Black Friday

Shopping to me is two steps up from death...actually, it's probably two steps down. I hate the crowds, the time it takes, the lines and most importantly...the spending. So each year I boycott Black Friday and spend time with my family. So together, we worked in our "garden" and "farm", hiked South Mountain, saw the movie "Hugo" (12 thumbs up) and then ate leftover turkey and stuffing. There were no "Black Friday" crowds or fights...well actually, I did leave one of my kids behind on the trail. There just is no room for arguing when you (and 3 of your kids) are running down a steep, rocky slope at a dead sprint...my solution...chose the kid that is annoying you the most in that moment and leave them on the side of the trail, till her mom catches up...problem solved. I probably won't win a parent of the year award but at least we were arguing with each other and not shoppers who were stealing out of my cart. Plus, by the time all of us united at the bottom all was forgotten.  

This morning I woke up and read the following article about how fistfights broke out at Walmart (that actually probably happens every day at Walmart though), shoppers were escorted out of Best Buy, people were trampled at Target and more...what is this world coming to?

Black Friday shoppers pounce on deals

I think I made the right decision to stay home and hang out with my family.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thanksgiving?


Tomorrow I will partake in my favorite meal of the year…Thanksgiving Dinner. The menu for me is VERY important. So important that I struggle with going over to other peoples houses for this dinner (partly because of my deep rooted fear of talking to strangers and the strange anxiety that is brought on by the experience…great qualities for a pastor), I struggle the most because, what if they don’t have the proper menu…and by proper I mean, mine…the correct one. In my opinion, it is almost a sin to buy your Thanksgiving meal at Costco…go to a restaurant…not have gravy…and cranberries are disgusting.
The Thanksgiving meal to me has to be centered on Turkey…not ham. There MUST be mashed potatoes…real ones, not fake and boiled first and then put through a hand ricer…don’t know what a hand ricer is, then you don’t properly understand mashed potatoes! Stuffing is crucial, crucial because it is the go-between for the potatoes and the turkey…it just fit’s perfectly. Green Bean casserole is needed because of the fat sweats. You see, this technically is classified as a veggie dish even though it is doused with cream of chicken and mushroom soup and about 9,000 other calories. But, in between mouthfuls of gravy soaked goodness, I alternate spoonfuls with previously said veggies...which in turn slows down the sweats. 
Gravy is the piece-de-resistance. It completes everything…pulls it all in together…finishes the plate. Not gravy from a can, but the type of gravy that my mom taught me to make from the turkey drippings. If I could, I would eat my thanksgiving meal in a dog dish. After placing all my food perfectly around the bowl, I would fill it with gravy and make soup!
While the meal is important to me, I have found that over the past couple of years I’ve stopped to think about my friends from around the world who will not be eating such a meal. I think of Chief Malika in Malawi, who will go through this day as she would any other. She will work in her fields, listen to the discussions in her village, visit many of the widows, carry water on her head from the well and fall asleep after she blows out the candle in her hut. I think of Pastor Felix in the mountains of Haiti who will also spend his day in a very similar fashion. I will also think of my Mom and many others like her who are just thankful to be alive and who are fighting to get healthy.
Yes, this year the meal is very important to me, but I hope to stop and reflect on all of the change that is still needed around the world. I don’t believe in new years resolutions, but I do believe in being thankful for every and all situation and experience and will use this Thanksgiving as a time to reflect on all that I still need to do in this world…and maybe eat my first Thanksgiving meal out of a NEW shinny dog bowl filled with gravy.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Rain

It rained today. And when I say rain, I really mean it poured.

It was as if the heavens opened up, and brought every last ounce of liquid that it had been storing. As the rain started to beat down harder and harder, everyone stood in doors and windows, watching in awe. Eventually a couple of people just took off running…within seconds they were soaked. But as they ran their screams became infectious and you could tell that everyone else wanted to join in…no one did.

Storms have a way of showing us God’s great power. It’s unfortunate that too often the only way we see His power is through the intensity found in nature. I wonder what it would be like if our lives were lived out with the same beauty that is found in nature. The type of life that just rains down God’s presence because of what He has done for us. It says in Ephesians 2:10 that we are “God’s workmanship”, His art. The preceding verses say that, “Because of His great love for us, God, made us alive with Christ, even when we were dead.”

The only way that I can become God’s workmanship, His beauty, His art, is if I first realize that I was once spiritually dead and now, because of His great love, the rain falls down and I know that I have been washed clean.