Posted on Wednesday, March 7, 2012
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When I was thirteen I was held underwater by a gym-class bullies. As much as I struggled and fought to break free I couldn’t. I wrote about my experience with the fear of drowning here.
It’s been more than twenty-five years since that day, and yet, even in the beauty of Hawaii last week I was afraid of drowning. Fear runs deep in many of us. Maybe your not afraid of drowning in water, maybe your fear is drowning in:
– The Ocean of Bad Relationships
– The Sea of Doubt
– Your Fears About Your Uncertain Future
Posted on Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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Broomball In A Blizzard
The snow fell relentlessly. By the end of the game the ice on the rink was covered by inches of snow.
My friend Matt Benson, pictured here, was playing goalie during this Spring storm. He lay in goal on a comfy layer of fresh snow.
He’s safe but more than once while playing broomball I’ve been bruised and bloodied, but on this particular day I felt nearly invincible.
Snow fell while we raced across the ice. The falling snow made falling on the ice a far safer venture than usual.
Breakaways & Broken Spirits
A beautiful February day filled with sunshine, laughter and friends. It was a TreeHouse staff retreat and we had the morning and afternoon off. A group of us headed to a local hockey rink for some broomball.
Since many players enjoying scoring goals more than stopping them I volunteered to play goalie for our team. I also knew that most if not all the players were more athletic and better broomball players that I was. I also assumed that the differences in our abilities would be less evident with me in goal.
Posted on Monday, January 9, 2012
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On more than one occasion someone has suggested that I am competitive. The truth is they’re right, but it’s much deeper than that “I am competitive.”
I learned to play broomball courtesy of Bethel U’s VP Ralph Gustafson. In 1987 Ralph was the youth pastor of Bethel Baptist Church of Green Bay, WI. I was Ralph’s “Youth Ministry Associate” or some such title. I worked long hours, got paid for a few and loved my boss and the teens so much I volunteered the rest of the time.
Posted on Thursday, December 29, 2011
in Emotional, How To, Relational, Spiritual, Sports, Values
Synched together with rope I approached the rock.
I called out “On Belay?” I received the reply “Belay On”. I responded “Climbing”. Followed by “Climb On.”
My friend David Villringer learned to rock climb. David’s courage and determination were both admirable and seemingly unreachable. Graciously and patiently Dave taught me to climb.
David climbed the Tetons. I struggled at Devil’s Rock.
I lacked both David’s strength and his will.
I wanted to climb, and I wanted to succeed, but I wanted NOT to get hurt far more.
Discomfort & Disappointment
Posted on Monday, August 29, 2011
Last week I was on a TreeHouse staff retreat. While we were there we were each invited to take a full uninterrupted hour to “tell our story.” Our autobiographic tale had no apparent form or content requirements. Each person told it her or his way.
I loved listening to others talk about their childhood. I admired their successes. I commend their humility in sharing some of their lowest lows. We laughed. We cried. We prayed.
Unfortunately, I had to leave the retreat early. I didn’t get to hear two of colleagues stories [yet!]. And, I didn’t get to tell “my story.” Our small group leader mentioned that I “have other means to tell my story.”
Posted on Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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Science was usually my favorite class. My junior high science teacher — Mr. Eck — enjoyed teaching, loved science and liked teenagers. Which makes the following story so frustrating.
While some teens face the challenges of A.D.D., A.D.H.D., O.C.D., or O.D.D, I did not. I didn’t have any of those. I had L.A.Z.Y. I was lazy and I was good at it.
One morning I began waking up as the sun peaked through my bedroom window. As I began to stir a question began to form in my still groggy mind. “What day is it?”
Posted on Wednesday, July 13, 2011
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Jesus offers us a strategic program to defeat the giant of worry.
Jesus said, “So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today.” 1
David Jeremiah summarized it this way: 2
– Don’t dwell on yesterday’s mess
– Don’t dwell on yesterday’s success
– Don’t dwell on yesterday’s distress
1 – Matthew 6:34
2 – David Jeremiah’s book is available here on Amazon.com
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Posted on Monday, July 11, 2011
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Worry seems almost human. Ever notice how often Worry wants to have a conversation with you?
Jesus Christ challenged his listeners not to give into the lies that Worry screams.
Jesus said, Don’t “worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear… Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?“
When life is beating you senseless and you wanna sigh, cry or die you might say “No! I’m not feeling valuable at all!”
Posted on Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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I’m Afraid Of A Relapse!
THE QUESTION: Last week, my daughter was released to go home from the psych ward. After she got depressed, she cut herself. I was afraid that she’d try to commit suicide. How do I know he/she won’t slide back into this again?
OUR REPLY: “Don’t focus on what might happen (but probably won’t); focus instead on things that affirm your future and guide your eyes toward hopefulness. You can both set and achieve short-term goals and remember to focus your attention on the positive things that you have in your lives.”
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