"Sheepdog" That’s what we call men in our family who watch out for the weak, the fatherless, the destitute, the orphan and the widow—men born with Psalm 82:3-4 tattooed on their hearts. For his 18th birthday I got my youngest son a set of military I.D tags welcoming him to manhood and initiating him into the order of the Sheepdog. The “dog tags” were engraved with Romans 8:28. Since … [Read more...]
“This Is My Son”
Beside his crib I watched him breathe, as each breath seemed his last; And in the darkness time stood still, yet moved so very fast. “Where is my faith, my trust, my hope? Where is this God of love?” “This is my son!” I quietly cried into the brass above. Strong yet helpless there I knelt and held his tiny hand; Wondering if the God of Jacob soon would make a stand. As dreams imagined … [Read more...]
"God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. As it is, there are many parts, yet one body. The parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor." (1 Corinthians 12:18-23) Sitting with my son through an entire church service is no easy task. As a matter of statistical fact, … [Read more...]
Wrestling with an Angel
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What Are You Looking At?
Someone recently asked me how I deal with people who stare at my severely disabled son in public? Truth is, every time I venture out into public with Jake I am essentially inviting the world to see a little of God’s grace in the life of my son. I try to maintain that gospel attitude when glances become stares. Deep inside I realize every stare is a thought, perhaps a question that … [Read more...]