Great song, great lyrics, great testimony. Got to see him at LifeLight last year and he was super.
Most know that I am a long time Steeler fan. In an effort to find role models for my kids (and me!) in the sports arena, Kurt Warner stands out in a big way now and in the past. His testimony is truly inspiring as well as the service he puts into action because of his faith. This is a contest for a Superbowl ad contest, I am stumping for Kurt.
Here we go again. This time every year we come full circle in a calendicular (did I just make that up?) way to the point in time where we sweep out the previous old year and usher in the pristine new one. This comes with the tradition of making resolutions that will certainly make the New Year more enticing. The usual lifetime of these resolutions is about the same time it takes Dale Gordon Jr to do a lap around Talladega. We usually start with the ‘The Big One’ of getting in shape and eating less. I blew this one out of the water on January 1st when I personally tried to put Buffalo Wild Wings out of business by eating my body weight in spicy garlic wings (my favorite!). Just add a little blue cheese and you lose track of how many of those little suckers you have eaten! Since getting my knee scoped in January, I have actually been doing a pretty good job of getting to the gym. My wife jokingly refers to, “The Ladies #2,” (the, “Ladies #1” being my classical guitar trio, another blog…) in my spinning class. I usually am the only guy in the class, except for the time I took John and Luke to a 0530 (that’s early for you civilians and non-hospital peeps) which was actually pretty fun, because I wasn’t the only guy walking out looking like I tried to balance my derriere on a hatchet head for an hour. Lest you think that an hour of spinning class is anything but hard, I defy you to show up and do a class with me. I must admit, yesterday I went to work out and ended up reading a Mens Best Life Magazine while watching football on ESPN in the lounge, but I guess I technically did go to the gym. This has made me reflect on the resolutions I made concerning God. Like most, I made resolutions at the beginning of last year, I made resolutions to pray more, read more, and serve more. I am sure most of you kept yours, but I fell short of what I had hoped to attain for the last year. I blame the my own lackadaisical attitude and the busyness of life that kept me from fulfilling completing my resolutions. One concept I have been giving a lot of thought to recently is what really keeps me from a closer walk with God? One blaring truth that I keep coming back to over and over is that as a Christians, I have become tolerant of, numb so to speak, of the little sins in my life.
The following is taken from a great devotional called Morning and Evening by Charles Haddon Spurgeon:
“Sin . . . exceeding sinful.” — Romans 7:13
Beware of light thoughts of sin. At the time of conversion, the conscience is so tender, that we are afraid of the slightest sin. Young converts have a holy timidity, a godly fear lest they should offend against God. But alas! very soon the fine bloom upon these first ripe fruits is removed by the rough handling of the surrounding world: the sensitive plant of young piety turns into a willow in after life, too pliant, too easily yielding. It is sadly true, that even a Christian may grow by degrees so callous, that the sin which once startled him does not alarm him in the least. By degrees men get familiar with sin. The ear in which the cannon has been booming will not notice slight sounds. At first a little sin startles us; but soon we say, “Is it not a little one?” Then there comes another, larger, and then another, until by degrees we begin to regard sin as but a little ill; and then follows an unholy presumption: “We have not fallen into open sin. True, we tripped a little, but we stood upright in the main. We may have uttered one unholy word, but as for the most of our conversation, it has been consistent.” So we palliate sin; we throw a cloak over it; we call it by dainty names. Christian, beware how thou thinkest lightly of sin. Take heed lest thou fall by little and little. Sin, a little thing? Is it not a poison? Who knows its deadliness? Sin, a little thing? Do not the little foxes spoil the grapes? Doth not the tiny coral insect build a rock which wrecks a navy? Do not little strokes fell lofty oaks? Will not continual droppings wear away stones? Sin, a little thing? It girded the Redeemer’s head with thorns, and pierced His heart! It made Him suffer anguish, bitterness, and woe. Could you weigh the least sin in the scales of eternity, you would fly from it as from a serpent, and abhor the least appearance of evil. Look upon all sin as that which crucified the Saviour, and you will see it to be “exceeding sinful.”
Why is it ok to go to some of the movies I do? I watched a movie with my daughter about a lady whose daughter was getting married, but the mom had slept with 3 different guys and didn’t know who the father was really, but the movie had some catchy songs (if you call ABBA catchy) so it was ok? Why do I tell my son that some of the songs on Guitar Hero are inappropriate, yet plug in the iPod and crank up Ozzy or the Eagles or are they ok? Do as I say, not as I do? Have I become numb to the to the little things in my life? Is this why I keep falling into some of the same old behaviours that I know are wrong, yet do them anyway? Is this why some people find following Christ so bizzare, because they hear what I say and then see something totally different from the way I act? I don’t know, but I hope to get closer to an answer this year because I’m tired of the same old, same old and it truly is the little things in life.
For some reason, God in his infinite wisdom, has seen fit to bless me with not only good, but almost to the point being angelic neighbors where ever I have lived. I have a list of short comings that would take several days to read. I’ll freely admit it, I am no Bob Villa Jr. In the Air Force, I could take apart my plane and put it back together with my guitar pick, but when it comes to house repairs or know-how, my picture is right next to house fixer-upper nincompoop in the dictionary. This is supremely compensated for through Divine intervention, by placing me next to two people in our cul-de-sac that would make the guy from The Yankee Workshop look like a booger eating 4 year old with a playschool tool kit. When we moved in, our neighbor was furiously scrubbing his boat. I walked over and introduced myself, at which time he responded, “the best thing about owning a boat is selling it! and I have any tool you will ever need, help yourself any time.” I didn’t find out his name for two days, but in that span of time I borrowed enough tools to make Sears Craftsman catalogue look feeble at best. I later found out that his name is John, and when I say that John would do anything, anytime if I called is a major understatement. When we lived in Virginia, he mowed my grass for four weeks and I didn’t even know him! Steve moved into a very nice house across the cul-de-sac last summer and for a reason only known to Steve and concrete floor in his basement, he needed an air driven jack hammer and the summer heat must have caused him to stumble into my garage looking for that particular piece of equipment. After a cold glass of ice tea, I calmed his fear and escorted him to John’s where he not only had the particular item he was in search of, but a variety of said item. To the east of John in the cul-de-sac lives Daryl. If you picture Mighty Mouse on crack, that is Daryl. The man scampers about his roof doing things that would make Spider-Man jealous. The guy is constantly in motion. I truly don’t think he really sleeps. He is constantly upgrading or doing some work on his house. Daryl will also do just about anything you need him to do. Besides teaching school, he installs underground sprinkler systems. One time he gave me some flags and said that if I had any problems with the sprinkler system, just put a flag by the problem sprinkler and he’ll take a look at it, don’t even need to call! I have placed several of these out at times and as advertised, the problem is fixed.
It is that time of year again for the yearly cul-de-sac battle of the lights. There really is no engagement on my part. I tapped out the first year we moved in when just putting lights on our front porch I fell off the porch into a rather large hedge and almost needed to call 911 for professional extraction. I think the nice young man at Lowe’s is still laughing hysterically after I asked him to point me in the general direction of a ladder that would support me three stories off the ground while I dangled off the side trying to snap lights on the gutter. In his laughing fit he managed to blurt out something that sounded like, “fire truck ladder.” Also, in my logical way of thinking, just like why make the bed if you are just going to sleep in it the next night, why risk having a halo bolted to my head by acrobatically placing lights on a house and falling on my noodle in the fall, only to risk my neck again in January taking them off. I say leave them up year around and tweak then as necessary, my wife does not find this amusing. I have over the last couple of years attempted resorting to monetary bribes of my neighbors to keep them from putting their lights up. This year it seems to have worked. This year the cul-de-sac was darker and I must admit, I missed the lights. My neighbor jokingly said they feel bad that I felt bad by not having lights up so throttled it back this year. This made me stop and realize that they are actually putting their faith in action. I know both go to church, but how many of the people you know in church actually put their faith in action and serve? I find it semi-amusing and sad at the same time that every year at this time the church (speaking as a whole body, not one individual church) has multiple programs to try and put, “Christ back in Christmas,” or some other catchy program, yet we have the Answer, and most of us have been in church long enough to not need another catchy program to get us to act with a servant heart. We just need to quit organizing committee meetings and get out and do it. I heard a sobering statistic that in a very small area (talking blocks, not miles) of my house, there are at least 17 churches with at least one more being built. Seventeen! I wonder if this is what God had in mind. I wonder, with 17 churches in just our small vicinity, how there ever is a need that goes unmet. Sadly, I think this is indicative of “the church” nationwide. How many widows, orphans, and homeless does your church take personal responsibility for now? We don’t need another program, we need to act on the information we already have in us and with the economy looking like it is going to get worse before it gets better, the Church may have lots of opportunity to meet needs in the upcoming year. Look around your neighborhood. Is there a need you can meet? That is what putting Christ back in Christmas is about. Maybe something to ponder for the next 364 shopping days until next Christmas.
I rolled out of bed this morning, giddy about the dawn of Christmas eve and took off for my morning sojourn at the local gym. On my way I was listening to what I call my “favorite song of the moment” called How Many Kings by a really cool group called Downhere. As I drove down the unlit road called the Tea-Ellis road, I was overwhelmed by the emotions of the season and had to pull of the road. I have, for several years, had a love-hate relationship with this time of year. I love, as a christian, what this time of year means. I love seeing people, despite the mind numbing cold this year, scurry about looking for the right present, having fun with friends. I love Christmas music. I don’t know how someone can listen to O Holy Night by your favorite artist (I think no body sings like David Phelps, but there are a lot of other great versions out there) and not get a little choked up. I love hearing what my kids want for Christmas, but still look for that little individual gift that will make them get “that smile” on their face because it was something they hadn’t mentioned but was better than anything that they could have imagined. I love that this time of year means that it is approaching the time of year (December 28th) where I celebrate another year of being married to the most lovely person in the world (23 years on the 28th!) who I in no way deserve and thank God for on a daily basis.
I hate (and those of you who know me know that I usually choose my words carefully) this time of year, because as someone who is usually pretty happy-go-lucky, I am overwhelmed with waves of depression. I miss my family. I miss my Dad, and now my Mom so much it aches. I miss my sisters terribly and am more aware of the time that has gone by, their kids that have grown up even more without me being able to see it. As much as I love shopping for the perfect gift, as I shop I see people who have a difficult time finding enough money to buy food for their family, and now have the pressure of trying to find the way to get the toy of the year, and how as parents it breaks their heart because as with any parent, they desire to give their children the desires of their heart and they can’t. I detest how the church, the bearer of The Answer to any problem the world has (including the mopy, world-is-coming-to-an-end christian, but that is another blog), has been sucked into the worldly vortex of the season. It seems there is the yearly church campaign trying to get Christ back in Christmas. This year it seems to be the, “Advent Conspiracy” which is good, but we already have the “Answer” to the problems, we just need to get our butts out of the pew and into the street and provide that Answer to hurting people.
In my circular journey, I always come back to what this time of year means though and this year has been driven home by the song How Many Kings this year. The video and lyrics:
Follow the star to a place unexpected
Would you believe after all we’ve projected
A child in a manger
Lowly and small, the weakest of all
Unlikeliness hero, wrapped in his mothers shawl
Just a child
Is this who we’ve waited for?
Cause how many kings, stepped down from their thrones?
How many lords have abandoned their homes?
How many greats have become the least for me?
How many Gods have poured out their hearts
To romance a world that has torn all apart?
How many fathers gave up their sons for me?
Bringing our gifts for the newborn savior
All that we have whether costly or meek
Because we believe
Gold for his honor and frankincense for his pleasure
And myrrh for the cross he’ll suffer
Do you believe, is this who we’ve waited for?
It’s who we’ve waited for
How many kings, stepped down from their thrones?
How many lords have abandoned their homes?
How many greats have become the least for me?
How many Gods have poured out their hearts
To romance a world that has torn all apart?
How many fathers gave up their sons for me?
Only one did that for me
All for me
All for you
All for me
All for you
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(download the whole CD, it’s worth it!)
One King stepped off of His throne at this time of year, and He would have done it even if I were the only one here and He would have done that for you, even if you were the only one here. I love that.
I know it’s been awile since I unleashed the pen and whipped out a blog. Believe me, it’s not for lack of material. When you live with a wife who is not only my best friend, but as she says, my babysitter at times, as well as a hormone enraged 15 year old boy/man who seems to only know the words “car” and “can I drive,” a 12 year old son who is starting to think that Madden 09 is actually real, and a 10 year old daughter who is, well, perfect!, and a yellow lab that has a bladder that contracts at 4:30 in the morning every day, I couldn’t make up stuff better than that if I tried. It has been a trying month recently. About a month ago, my Mom died. It wasn’t unexpected, but wasn’t totally expected either. She had been sick for some time and ended up needing a heart valve replaced and bypass surgery. She wasn’t expected to come off the ventilator after surgery, but did make it off and was doing well, until one day while eating she threw up and aspirated. It was and has been, very difficult. My Mom lived almost exaclty 1000 miles straight south of my house in a town called Cameron Texas. This made running across the street to visit hard. During our weekly talks I would often tease her about how a person raised in Wyoming could end up in the armpit of the world, central Texas, where grasshoppers outnumber people a million to one (I tease my twin sisters who live in Tampa how Wyoming girls could live in a place where Tarzan couldn’t take the heat and have cockroaches the size of a large chihuahua that hiss at you). She lived there with her third husband of about 20 years, who was both physically and verbally abusive. We usually ended our weekly phone conversations with me telling her that I could be down there in a jiffy and could have her stuff loaded in a U-haul and moved into my house in no time. I learned that a person who is abused can have a difficult time breaking away from the abuser. She is now hanging out with Jesus in Heaven, whole, in no pain. Now having both of my parents gone has made me do a lot of introspection in how I am living my life and what my legacy will be to my kids when I am gone. I often tell people that the most important thing that I will do is raise my kids in a Godly way and prepare them for adulthood. As I look back, I have fallen short. I look at things in my life that have taken time away from my family. Is it really important to practice my guitar three or four hours a day? Is it really necessary to pick up all the extra shifts at work? My son asked me once recently if someone like Steven Curtis Chapman called and needed a player for a tour would I actually go? Would I miss dance competitions, football and basketball games, and things like sitting on the couch in our boxers playing Madden on the PS3? No Way. Maybe it takes events like this in our lives to refocus. As a physician who works with critically ill patients, I see people all the time who are dying and I have never heard one say anything like, “I wish I would have spent those extra days at work,” or “I wish I would have done more surgeries or procedures while I had the time.” I have, unfortunately talked to way to many who lament the times they missed with their families. I remember the day I was leaving for my first day of medical school, my wife telling me it will be ok (if I would have had my Partridge Family lunch box it would have been just like kindergarten), and I looked her in the eye and said, “I can do almost anything in the world, but I can’t live without you and the kids. If I think this journey has the potential to cause me to lose you I will walk away and never look back.” I look back and see some times that as I was putting in the hours, my family went above and beyond for me. Recent events have caused my to refocus. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about my Dad, and now my Mom. They were great parents who sacrificed much of their hopes and dreams so their kids could follow theirs. I will miss them both dearly.
This letter was sent to me by a friend today that he received that is circulating via email. I think it makes some excellent points.
“During This Election:
THE STAKES COULDN’T BE HIGHER”October 27, 2008
With the upcoming elections 8 days away, satan has worked hard to deflect attention off of the real issue. This has been relatively easy through the economic meltdown and an unpopular war. Many Americans, including Christians, will vote based on these two issues. While these things are obviously important, they pale in light of the real issue – the Supreme Court.
The cover story of USA Today, on Thursday of last week, spelled this out quite clearly. It stated that the real legacy of the next president won’t be the economy or the war, but the Supreme Court. The next president of the United States will appoint at least 2, and maybe 3, Justices in his first term. If he serves 2 terms, it could be 5 Justices – there are 5 of the 9 on the Court that are 70 years old or older!
Since the trend is to appoint younger and younger Justices, the next president will most likely shape the court for the next 30-40 years! This means we are not voting only for a president, we are voting for the Court we want for the next generation! The vote we cast on November 4th will do more to shape the culture we give our children and grandchildren than any other vote of our lifetime!
Perhaps some succinct bullet points will help us see this clearly:• Without question, no institution, organization, or agency has shaped the current culture of America in the last 50 years more than the Supreme Court. You don’t need millions of people, the majority in Congress, or the president to shape the culture of America . You only need 5 people – the majority of the Supreme Court. Five people can kill 50 million babies (the number aborted since Roe vs. Wade), legalize homosexual marriage, remove parental rights, put God out of schools and government, rob from us our godly heritage, etc.
• It is now split – sometimes 5-4 toward life, family, morality, our godly heritage, the intent of our forefathers when they wrote the Constitution; sometimes 5-4 toward death, immorality, legislating their beliefs from the bench, removing God from our nation, etc. (though not their constitutional role or right, this is easy – they simply say the Constitution is a fluid, living document and therefore must be changed to accommodate the times).
• 2-3 Justices will retire over the next 4 years – their replacements chosen by the next president; possibly a couple more will step down 5 to 8 years from now, making it 5 potential Justices that could be appointed by the next president if he serves 2 terms. This will determine how the Court rules for a generation.
• The first 2 Justices to go will almost certainly be Stevens who is 88 years old and Ginsburg who is 75 and ill. They are the 2 most liberal and are no doubt waiting to retire, hoping for a president that will replace them with 2 more liberals. These two replacements alone, if they are good, conservative judges could shift the Court toward righteousness for many years.
• Conclusion: our vote this November 4th will be not for a president, not for the economy, not for ending our involvement in Iraq. Our vote will be for what we want America to look like 40 years from now!
The ramifications of this are staggering! We are no doubt reaping great judgment now in America – diseases, family breakdowns, violence, a death culture, destructive weather, and much more – because of abortion alone – not to mention expelling God and His laws from our schools and government.
I don’t know that we can survive another 40 years of this without completely losing our godly heritage and destiny. The economy will recover and the war will end no matter who is elected president – but this is not the case with the Court and the soul of this nation.
If you don’t know where the candidates stand on the Court and the kind of Justices they would appoint, read the USA Today article. It makes their positions very clear.
Share this information with every friend and acquaintance you have. And finally, pray like never before for God’s will to be done in this election. We CAN win this war and we MUST NOT lose this war. Pick up your Word, go to war and let’s make history together.
Here are some practical suggestions to consider:1. Fast (a meal a day; a day this week; a Daniel fast; 3 days; TV; etc.) and spend the time praying.
2. Agree in prayer with someone everyday for God’s will to be done.
3. Hold nightly prayer meetings.
4. Take time in every gathering to pray. (Take 15 minutes in every service to pray for the elections. Turn an entire service to harp and bowl style intercession – worship and prayer combined.)
5. Join 2 or more friends on a conference call and pray for 15, 20, or 30 minutes.
6. Pray on the way to work (and on the way home).
7. Pray before you go to sleep.
8. Pray before church services.
9. Ask God to give you His strategy – He will!
Karen Tokarse
Westminster Church
1397 Thompson Bridge Road
Gainesville, GA 30501
770.534.1078 Ext. 227
Most of you who know me know that Rick Reilly is one of my favorite authors. This is one of my all time favorite articles that he wrote in 2006. Just thinking today of how fast my kids are growing up and to enjoy every second I have with them because in the blink of an eye, things can change.
https://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/writers/rick_reilly/08/14/reilly0821/index.html
One of the rules that we try to live by in the house of Kovaleski is, “if you say it out loud and it still sounds like a good idea, then it is probably ok to go ahead and do.” Say for example, before John perfoms the Piledriver made famous by Stone Cold Steve Austin on his younger sibling Luke, he would say to himself outloud, “it think it would be a good idea to perform the Piledriver on Luke in which case would necessitate him being fed through a straw for the rest of his life,” he would probably, but not certainly depending on Lukes attitude, decide it was not a good idea. Of course, as with most good ideas, hindsight is 20/20. Recently, if I would have taken the nanosecond it would have taken to say to myself, “it is a good idea to take this bite size 3 meat hot pocket that just cooked at 425 degrees farenheit for 20 minutes and has molten cheese oozing from the sides like volcanic lava flowing down a Hawiaiian back road after a Mount Kilauea erruption should be shoved into my mouth whole and chomped like a hungry lion snapping down on a gazelles neck,” I probably would have saved myself not just a little pain, but possible future skin grafts. After further research (hey, I know people who get research grants to investigate much weirder things), I found out that the inside of a properly cooked hot pocket is just slightly cooler than the surface of the sun. I am quite sure that if just a fraction of the GNP were allocated to hot pocket research, we could a almost certainly find a cure for the common cold as well as the true cause of global warming. The Manhattan Project would pale in comparison with the findings that would almost certainly be discovered. I think this year while duck hunting, instead of using those disposable hand and foot warmers, I will shove a few Hot Pockets in my hip waders. Maybe a few double cheese pizza ones and a steak fajita, this would serve the dual purpose of life sustaining heat and munchies while hunkered down in the boat. Who would have thought that the Hot Poket would turn out to be such an all around super food.
