A Challenge to Heroes

he⋅ro –noun

1. a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.

2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal

To the elite men in our world…the celebrities, political figures, sports stars…

Our fathers, husbands, and sons watch you, admire you, and ultimately, emulate you. You ARE a role model. You may not have specifically asked for the honor, and you may not even like it—but, nevertheless, you hold that title. To millions, you are considered a hero.

Sure, it may be your acting chops, diplomacy, athletic ability—or any number of other talents—that earned you notoriety; however, those are not the only traits that attract notice. How you actually LIVE, not just perform, matters…And, though you may be able to compartmentalize your life, those who look up to you cannot.

If you’ll notice, the definition of “hero” did not separate “distinguished ability” from “noble qualities” with an “or”…They are not mutually exclusive. Heroes display both.

The burden of “hero” may be unappealing to you, but you’ve been given quite a bit to help cushion the inconvenience. You have been blessed. Yes, I am aware that you’ve also put in a lot of work and perseverance—big success always involves big effort (unless, of course, you’re Paris Hilton)—but, you are also gifted…with God-given abilities, opportunities, support, money, experiences. And remember what Peter Parker (aka, Spiderman) said? "With great power comes great responsibility"… Though, I’m pretty sure he should’ve footnoted Luke Chapter 12 from the Bible, in which Jesus states, “To whom much is given, much will be required in return.”

So, to my challenge…I challenge you “heroes” to honor the gifts you’ve been given, the faith afforded you, the admiration aimed your direction. I challenge you to discipline yourself as much in your relationships as you do in your performance. I challenge you to be as well-known for your honesty, faithfulness, and kindness as you are for your awards, position, or score. I challenge you to show us what it looks like to be a trust-worthy, honorable, loving man—not just what it looks like to make $15 million a film, or win The Master’s at 21. I challenge you to focus your “noble qualities” in a more intimate direction than just humanitarian trips and charity checks. I challenge you to remember that, at every moment, there are eyes of all ages watching you—ready to admire and emulate what they see…so, finally, I challenge you to be a HERO.

Resolutions: A Fresh Approach

Today I read a great blog from author and speaker, Donald Miller.

He shed new light-a fresh approach, if you will-on the idea of resolutions and methods for a successful result.

I encourage you to take 5 minutes (or less, if you read like my Mom :)) to read through his thoughts.

Who knows? They just might help make your Twenty-Ten all you've resolved it to be...

Living a Good Story, an Alternative to New Years Resolutions by Donald Miller

Worship @ the Y

I'm in a group called, "reGENeration." Meeting every other Wednesday, together we're studying a book called "Crazy Love" by pastor/author Francis Chan. It's a great book challenging us in our love relationship with God.

The other Wednesday night, in a video segment of our study, Francis shared a moment when he really encountered Jesus; when he was overwhelmed with his love of God. He happened to be in Israel, at the sight believed to be where Jesus prayed to God the Father in Gethsemane, the night before he was crucified. Amazing...But, then Francis said he later came to the realization that God is not confined to those places, and he didn't want to be the kind of worshiper who's only moved in extraordinary situations. He wanted to be sensitive to the presence and majesty of God in the every day. The video ended with Francis posing the question, "Can you recall a time when you were face-to-face with your love of God?"

Here's my answer...

When I work out at the YMCA, I always either listen to an iPod, or read a book. There have been several times when a song has moved me emotionally and spiritually, and I am weepy while on the leg press or the fly machine. (Maybe people just thought I was in, "No pain, no gain" mode.) But, there was one moment I experienced at the Y that was so deeply worshipful for me, I will never forget it.

Allow me to set the scene...I'm on an eliptical machine. It is approximately 7pm-ish on a weekday--so the YMCA Fitness Center is hopping. I'm about 20 minutes into my session, reading "The Shack" by Wm. Paul Young. (*For more info on this book see my blog from February titled "Shack Attack!") Suddenly, I read into a scene of the book saturated with so much emotional and spiritual significance for me that I am literally overcome. Tears are pouring down my cheeks, unabashedly, dropping all over the book and the controls of the eliptical. Though you need to read the entire book--or at least the specific chapter--to fully grasp the power of this passage, I would like to share with you the segment that broke me in that moment...

"...And, then, Mack saw the lights. Single moving points emerging from the forest, converging upon the meadow. As [Mack came] into the meadow, [he saw] an army of [people]. There were no candles--they themselves were lights [and colors]. And, within their own radiance, each was dressed in distinctive garbs that Mack imagined represented every tribe and tongue...These were the children of the earth, [God's] children...Little bursts of fire and light ignited when they would [laugh] or whisper. Even though Mack had no idea what was going on, they obviously did, and the anticipation was almost too much for them...[Then], a hush descended. The anticipation was palpable. Suddenly, to their right, from out of the darkness emerged Jesus, and pandemonium broke out. He was dressed in a simple brilliant white garment and wore on His head a simple gold crown, but He was every inch the king of the universe...He walked the path that opened before Him into the center--the center of all Creation, the man who is God and the God who is man. Light and color danced and wove a tapestry of love for Him to step on. Some [people] were crying out words of love, while others simply stood with hands lifted up. Many of those whose colors were the richest and deepest were lying flat on their faces. Everything that had breath sang out a song of unending love and faithfulness. Tonight,the universe was as it was intended."

As I read those paragraphs, in my every day moment, I came face-to-face with my love of God; my NEED to worship Jesus. Just as the worshipers in the story, my adoration was all-consuming, and it had to be expressed. I felt as though--even on the eliptical--the ground on which I stood was holy. And, I must, MUST worship. So, there, in the YMCA, I stepped off the machine and fell on my face, on the floor--crying, my soul and spirit praising the Lord. It was a powerful experience with God that day. Unashamed. Uninhibited. Fully engaged.

Oh what a world it would be if we worshiped God with the passion and freedom He deserves!...Oh what a world it would be if pandemonium broke out at the name of Jesus!...Oh what a world it would be if everything that has breath sang out a song of worship to the Almighty God!

The Bible tells us that one day, "at the name of Jesus every knee will bow...and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord!" Let's start today!

Do You Want a Victory?!

I regularly hear from or about people who are struggling. I receive prayer requests, lend an ear to friends, watch the news, read Facebook posts...Hurting, struggling people are everywhere I turn. I even see one in the mirror some days.

Today I was reminded of a tragic event that happened to friends from my church early this year. A young guy, named Jerricho, died suddenly and unexpectedly--leaving his family and friends in shock, pain, and feeling extreme loss and defeat. All who knew and loved him were broken.

A few days later, I attended Jerricho's memorial service. It began somber and sad, as anyone would expect. But, then, our Pastor spoke...She told about Jericho in the Bible. The city of Jericho. This story, found in Joshua 6, tells of God's miraculous provision for His people by breaking down walls. Appropriately, the name "Jerricho" means "walls come down." Our Pastor explained how God had spoken clearly into her hurting heart, telling her that He wanted to use this tragedy to tear down some walls in the lives of the people who loved Jerricho. Whether it be walls keeping them in depression, unhealthy in their relationships, mired in discouragements, tangled with distractions, or stubborn against salvation in Christ. He wanted to give them victory--and He wanted to bring beauty from the ashes of Jerricho's death by speaking to them about the victory they can have when the walls come down. And, reminding them, that Jerricho was now experiencing the ultimate victory because, before his death, he had let the walls come down between him and God, asking Jesus to be his Savior. She encouraged all of us to let Jerricho's name, and his own choice to follow Jesus, challenge us; to allow his loss in our lives to be a catalyst for walls coming down, leading to victory!

I left the memorial service very inspired. And, I felt God speaking to me. I'd like to share with you the letter I wrote to Jerricho's family following the service.

We all have, or will, experience pain, and tragedy, and loss--in a variety of ways. When you find yourself in those dark, helpless places, I hope you will remember this...

My Dear Friends,

My heart, thoughts, and prayers are with you.

As I was listening to the memorial message today, and hearing about what Jerricho’s name means…well, I believe God brought this song to mind, for my own comfort, as well as, to share with you.

It’s old school. Like 1987 old school. And, it’s Carman—a classic Christian artist back in the day…But, it’s also POWERFUL.

The song tells the story of the Battle of Jericho in the Bible. More importantly, it tells about the Victory of Jericho. As a matter of fact, the song’s title is, “Jericho: The Shout of Victory.”

I think the reason I’m led to share this with you is to reinforce today’s message—about walls coming down. And, also, to remind you of the victory that Jerricho has because of Jesus…To remind you that his is a victory we all can have hope, confidence, and take comfort in…And, it’s a victory available to each of us—a victory over all with which this broken world would try to destroy us.

In a section of the song, it talks about the power that is in praising God, and in claiming the victory that is ours through him. That part goes like this:

“…Something with tremendous power that assassinates fear and doubt: It's the high praises of victory unleashed by a shout...When David played his songs of praise, demons fled from Saul...As Paul and Silas worshiped God, the chains began to fall...It lifts us above the circumstance and lets God's power flow...The shout of victory binds the devil with chains that won't let go…”

I’m praying that when the right time comes, God will give you the power and courage and strength and faith to shout your victory through the praise and worship of Him!

It is my hope and prayer that God will clearly be very near, very real, very known to you all…

Much Love,
Rachel


P.S. If you are interested in the complete song, here's a link to a youtube video of "Jericho: Shout of Victory"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBYPz0p-XKQ&feature=related

Who Am I?

I did a study once. It asked me to examine who I am. This is what I came up with...

Who Am I?
I am an Intense, but Fun Woman…
Inexperienced, but Lovingly-Faithful Wife…
Difficult, but Grateful Daughter…
Sometimes Irritating, but Proud Sister…
Busy, but Thoughtful Grand-Daughter, Niece, and Cousin…
Stretched, but Invested Friend…
Tardy, but Dependable Employee…
Neurotic, but Thorough Organizer…
Perfectionistic, but Committed Director…
Demanding, but Kind Leader…
Delegatory, but Involved Manager…
Occasionally Overwhelmed, but Willing Participant…
Self-critical, but Passionate Artist…
Rebellious, but Desirous Follower…
Over-Detailed, but Excited Planner…
Frustrated, but Determined Creator…
Offensive, but Forgiven Sinner…
Unsure, but Dedicated Minister…
Distraction-Struggling, but Consumed Worshiper…
Stubborn, but Dependent Child of God…
Nothing without Christ; Unstoppable with Him.

So...Who are you?!

A Risky Request

I was laying in bed last night, and as per typical, I was unable to fall asleep immediately. It really doesn't matter how tired I am, it's always at least a few minutes before I can completely doze off...

So, as I lay there--not awake, but not fully asleep--I decided to pray.

I sort of mumbled/half-breathed the prayer, "I want to be like you, Jesus."

At almost the same moment the final word exited my mouth, I felt a heavy impression on my heart and in my thoughts. It caused me to literally gasp, then exhale a deep breath of..."Whoa." Suddenly, I was AWAKE.

This impression, that I am certain was from the Holy Spirit, spoke clearly to me...

"Be careful what you pray for."

Then, my mind was immediately filled with the truth, "Yes, Jesus is holy, selfless, dedicated, impacting, a great leader, full of compassion and love, just. BUT, remember...Jesus was also scorned, scoffed at, ridiculed, rejected, betrayed, and ultimately, beaten and murdered."

Again, "Whoa."

I think I'll be processing all that implies in my life for awhile, but what I take immediately from it is the admonishment and the reality-check that Jesus' life was not just a bunch of miracles and Messiah-moments...He wasn't always surrounded by tangible success or people who appreciated the purpose He came to serve...And, if I truly desire to be like Jesus, I need to live consciously aware that my life won't be either. It may even require extreme sacrifice.

Allow me to leave you with this concept, though...No matter what, I am thoroughly convinced that a life lived smooth, but without Jesus at the center, is no life compared to one fully devoted to His likeness--even if it is full of trial and tribulation.

"To live, is Christ. To die, is gain." Philippians 1:21

Shack Attack!

If anyone has chosen to read the body of this blog based on a false assumption that they'd find info about the notorious basketball player, Shaquille O'Neal here--well, then, I apologize for any misleadings in my entry title. Sadly, I have nothing of note to offer in regards to Mr. O'Neal...I do, however, want to talk for a moment about "The Shack"; a book written by Wm. Paul Young. And, my blog title is entirely accurate, because, MAN, did this book attack me! But, in the absolute best way possible!

Now, I'm aware that I may be a little late to the playground, so to speak, by just now commenting on this book. (But, try to cut me some slack--I'm just getting my bearings back after a few month span that included my wedding, "The Big Three" winter Holidays, and exciting job adjustments!) However, if you're thinking, "The Shack?! That's SOOO 6 months ago!"--clearly, you need to read it again, because somehow the message must not have sunk in the first time. :)

This book will blow your stinkin' mind, my friend. Count on it.

It will rock your preconceptions of the world around you, God Himself, The Trinity. Bank on it.

It will make you think twice before you offer out the "But, He was Jesus!" whine to excuse coming up short in any area of life. No Doubt. (*More on this in another blog!)

Most of all, it'll move you. I don't know exactly how, as I am sure it's different for each person. And, I'm even certain some will have a negative response--but, you won't finish "The Shack" without having been affected in some way. I promise.

Reading this book was a "Wow" moment for me...Actually, it was several "Wow" moments. So, get ready--there will be more blogs about "The Shack" coming your way!

But, in the meantime...READ IT.

Unsettle Me.

I received this powerful article/prayer in my email last night. It's so good, I just had to give you all a crack at it, too!

Unsettled
by Lysa TerKeurst

Unsettle me.

These are the two words rattling about in my brain today. I almost wish it was a more glamorous prayer. Surely more eloquent words could be found for what I'm feeling led to pursue during this new year. But these are the words - this is the prayer for my 2009.

The funny thing is I've spent my whole existence trying to find a place to settle down, people to settle down with, and a spirit about me worthy of all this “settled down-ness”. All of this is good. A contented heart, thankful for its blessings is a good way to settle. I like settled, it feels good, familiar.

But there are areas of my life that have also settled that mock my desires to be godly woman - compromises if you will. Attitudes that I've wrapped in the lie, "Well, that's just how I am. And if that's all the bad that's in me, I'm doing pretty good."

I dare you, dear soul of mine, to notice the stark evidence of a spirit that is tainted and a heart that must be placed under the microscope of God's Word. Yes, indeed, “Unsettle me Lord”.

Unearth that remnant of unforgiveness.

Shake loose that justification for harshness.

Reveal that broken shard of pride.

Expose that tendency to distrust.

Unsettle me in the best kind of way. For when I allow Your touch to reach the deepest parts of me - dark and dingy and hidden away too long - suddenly, a fresh wind of life twists and twirls and dances through my soul.

I can delight in forgiveness and love more deeply.

I can discover my gentle responses and find softer ways for my words to land.

I can recognize the beauty of humility and crave the intimacy with God it unleashes.

I can rest assured though harsh winds blow, I will be held.

Goodbye to my remnants, my justifications, shards, and tendencies. This is not who I am, nor who I was created to be.

Goodbye shallow love, sharp words, self-focus, and suspicious fears. I am an unsettled woman who no longer wishes to take part in your distractions or destructions.

Welcome deeper love, softer words, unleashed intimacy, and the certainty I am held.

Welcome my unsettled heart.

Welcome 2009.

Similarities Between Obama and Jesus?

I read an interesting article this morning. It was written by one of the Bishops of my denomination--The Free Methodist Church--named David Kendall. Just thought I would share it with you!

Triumphal Entries and Salvation for the World
By Bishop David W. Kendall
As our new President journeyed to his inauguration in Washington, D.C., I’ve thought often of Jesus. There are similarities between them. Both came from relative obscurity and quickly rose to prominence. Both inspired crowds of people with soaring rhetoric and engaging presence. Both connected in ways unlike most other leaders. Both led a movement that enlivened ordinary folks with hope. Both made people think a new day had come.

Both journeyed to the capital to fulfill their destinies. Both were greeted with joyful welcome. Both entered the city in ways that re-energized a storied but threatened heritage — Jesus recharged a long but tired expectation of kingdom-come, while President Obama has embodied the dream that most embraced (at least in public) but feared might never quite come true. Both made people think that maybe this time it’s for real. Both went to the city at a time when the world really needed the good news their arrival signaled.

Of course, President Obama is not the Messiah. And, of course, much of the wild enthusiasm that attends his presidency (which has hardly begun!) is likely misplaced. Despite the enormous, even cosmic, differences between President Obama and our Lord Jesus I’m still quite sure we will look back and see that both disappointed their most enthused partisans. Let me explain.

Jesus disappointed by staying true to his Father’s kingdom-way, which is not of this world. He disappointed by insisting that serving self (whether the individual or corporate self) and seeking to save self leads only to disaster. He insisted that “pouring out” or “losing” self leads to kingdom-dream-come-true or “salvation.” Then He led his followers to the place of death, which also turns out to be the place of resurrection.

I hope and pray that President Obama will pursue Jesus’ way as he leads our nation; that he will call us to lose ourselves for the sake of others, to lay down our lives in love even for our enemies, to champion the causes that God so clearly champions in the Scriptures. I believe there are ways a nation can do such things. I hope and pray our President will lead this country to reflect the values of a kingdom-not-of-this-world.

Two things make me optimistic. First, President Obama has already acted in ways that make people from all sides of the ideological divide mad (e.g., he included religious leaders in the inaugural events from polar opposites of the spectrum). That is, he demonstrates so far a freedom from party ideology. Second, he has spoken hard truth that nobody wants to hear (e.g., it will get worse — perhaps much worse — before it gets better).

Christ-followers do not have the option of being cynical or even negative. We have the calling to pray, to remain people of hope, to speak good whenever possible, to disagree graciously, and to lean into a future that may lead to a cross in the short term, but eventually will lead to resurrection.

Why I Love the Church...

I love the church because…well, what’s not to love?! (Don’t answer that! *wink*)

Seriously, though, nothing is perfect, but wow, some things are really great! My church is one of them. I have 100% grownup here. All “almost 30” years. And, there are SO many wonderful things I could mention…but, lately, I have been really coming to a deep understanding of, and reverence towards, consistency—and the affect it has. I am who I am, and have what I have, in large part because of consistency. Not just in places and surroundings—though I wouldn’t discount that—but, mostly the consistency in people. I am grateful because my family has always shown Jesus to me, and expected Jesus from me, with equal passion in public as at home. I was sent to schools where I had daily opportunity to engage with people who challenged me and encouraged me in similar ways. And, pivotally, I’ve had the privilege of belonging to a church that has provided me family, friends, role models, prayer warriors, generous hearts…I could go on and on. The consistency in those arenas has been an unmatched blessing. The impact is remarkable. I know that without it, I would not be who, or where, I am. For over a couple decades, I have had a front seat view of people worshipping, giving, loving, challenging, needing, providing, encouraging, comforting, and ministering…My church has consistently been a beacon of God’s light and truth in my life…And, once I was old enough to choose my own way, my own standards, my own life—it was that consistency that kept me firmly rooted in the saving grace of Jesus Christ and with a passion to share it with others.

For this, I am so thankful, and say heartily, “That’s why I love the church!”

Service of Champions

Unfortunately, I don't have the power to put my church friends on the front of a Wheaties box, but I gotta tell you--our Family Day this past Sunday was awesome, and all the people who participated are champions, in my box--ahem, I mean, book! :) We patterned it after the recently concluded Beijing Olympics and if you weren't here you should really kick yourself in the behind, cuz you definitely missed out!

It all began with a torch runner entering to dramatic fanfare from out on Killian Road. Cheered and applauded all the way to the front of the Sanctuary, our hero lit Cornerstone's very own Olympic flame--igniting the start of an extremely fun, challenging morning!

The rest of our time together included Mahani, Cornerstone's Youth Dance Team pumping us up with "Dance in the River," our Children's Church Worship Team joining ranks with our Big Church team, a visit from Saturday Night Live's "Two Morons," and a message from Pastor Brenda reminding us that the goal is to pass a vital, relevant faith to people beyond ourselves--the same way you pass the baton in an Olympic relay race. And, how, if you fail to make the pass successfully, the race is over, because nothing else matters!

Who are you passing the baton to today? Or have you dropped it? Better question: Are you even in the race??...No matter what your answer to any of those questions is, I have good news! There are plenty of people who need a "pass" from you...as long as they are still here, you can pick that baton up to go at it again...and it's never too late to join the race!

You Can't Hurry Love

Well, hello. It's been a couple weeks, and I apologize for my absence. I promise I wasn't giving the silent treatment, I've just been slightly busy. You see...

I GOT ENGAGED! Very exciting times in my life right now, just very consuming also because we are planning and executing a large scale, yet on-a-budget, wedding in under 4 months time. YIKES! Are we crazy, you ask? Hmmm...probably a little. :)

Anyway, during the rush of activity over the days, and now weeks, since Aron Carpenter (that's his name) popped the question, I've realized there are some things you can hurry. Like for instance, you can microwave your dinner, you can take a short cut to the store, you can hop in a bulbed bed or go for a spray if you want a quick tan, and if you have decent connections, flexible expectations, and a bevy of generous and capable friends, you can even hurry a wedding. BUT, and this is very important, so make sure you grasp it, there are some things you absolutely can not hurry. And, as the old song goes--YOU CAN'T HURRY LOVE...or MARRIAGE, for that matter. At least not the kind God has really ordained, and will really bless.

I am 29 years old, and I have been in love before--at least to one degree. But, not the kind of love to build a marriage on, love to serve as the foundation for a lifetime. Had I hurried to the altar then, I guarantee it would have been very far less than God's best. Though painful, I am so grateful I chose (and in some ways, was forced) to wait on God's man, God's timing for my life.

There may be some of you out there right now feeling very lonely, and wishing desperately to be in a relationship, in a marriage. You desire this so much that you may just jump into something, anything that offered that future to you. I just want to encourage you to wait on the Lord. Be confident in His attention to you, His provision of you, His plan to fulfill the desires of your heart as you walk closely with Him. The Bible tells us that God is conscious of even the smallest of sparrows--so how certain can we be that He is very aware of us?!

Let me encourage you with this...Both my fiance and I waited on God, in a variety of ways, to bring us His best for our lives. It was not easy on many, many days...and there were periods when each of us faltered, choosing to pursue relationships of our own design, rather than His. But, ultimately, both Aron and I laid our hopes and dreams for a love and a life-partner at the feet of the Lord, and He has proved Himself faithful. He has so thoroughly come through for us that it is hard to explain it all in words and this limited space. God was preparing us for one another over all this time...as a matter of fact, just recently we found out a piece of history that tells me God's plan for Aron and I is 30+ years in the making--but, I'll save that for another blog. :)

I know God is preparing great things for you too! Be patient, let Him work, let Him piece everything together in just the right way to meet your wants and your needs. He'll do it...just you wait and see!

"Be confident of this, He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it." Philippians 1:6

Freedom

We're on the verge of a big holiday weekend...It's Independence Day, people! And, you know what that means, don't you?!

Fourth=Friends, Family, Food, Fireworks, Fun, Freedom.

But, it's the last one that got me thinking...Now, just go with me for a minute, ok?

Have you ever examined yourself and wondered where you get those weird freckles? Or your crooked smile? How about your goofy sense of humor or your love of all foods Italian?...I have. For instance, I have green eyes. I’m pretty sure I get those from my Mom—or possibly the Mason Family in general, since there are lots of green eyes on that side. I also have an uncanny ability to eat ridiculous amounts of food for a girl. I definitely get that from my Grandma Young. Then, there’s my stubborn streak—I’m positive I get that from my dad, my mom, both sets of grandparents, uncles, aunts, great-grandparents…Frankly, I could probably go back generations and still find strains of it! And, I can’t forget my chubby toes…I have yet to find a family member willing to claim responsibility for that heritage.

Ok, so fat toes may not be a legacy I’m real grateful for, but there are other aspects of what my ancestors have given me that I value beyond measure. Like the opportunity to live free. In my family heritage I have people who have fought and sacrificed so that I would have the chance to live in freedom. What a gift!

My grandfather was a solider in WWII. When the Axis powers threatened the world at large, and the democracy of America, He stood up and fought back. He was in Pearl Harbor, he jumped on D-Day. He was wounded in France and received the Purple Heart for his passionate commitment to fighting for the right to have freedom.

I also have a great-great-great-great grandfather, named John, who fought in the Civil War. Born a southerner, he gave up his entire family, who disowned him, when he joined the Union Army. He was even forced to change his last name. He chose Mason. This man lost nearly everything, including a leg in the Battle of Gettysburg on July 3, 1863—exactly 145 years ago tomorrow. He sacrificed all this by choosing to fight for the right of all people to have freedom.

Freedom is even part of why I love my church so much. We are affiliated with the Free Methodist Denomination…The Free Methodist Church was founded in 1860 and the issues of the church’s creation included so many freedoms that it would have been difficult to give the new church any other name than “Free Methodist”. For instance, they stringently opposed slavery and fought to abolish it. Also, in the new “free” churches, the pews were free, in contrast to regular Methodist churches which either rented or sold their pews, thus relegating the poor to the back. In the new church, even the poorest people could sit where they chose without having to “rent” or “buy” a pew to worship God. “Free" Methodists called for free seats for everyone and anyone! (www.cornerstonefmc.org)

I’m sure if I was able to trace my family and church history back even farther, I would find multiple tales of how those who came before worked, battled, and sacrificed to give me the incredible opportunity to live free. I know that most, if not all, of you could share similar stories. It is a gift our forefathers have given to their children, and their children’s children, and so forth. It is a legacy they started and has continued. Now its time for us to play our part—They believed the chance to have a life of freedom was a gift they were willing to die for…Is it a gift we are willing to LIVE for?

Team Hoyt

Ok. So, I saw these guys give an in-depth, inspirational interview on "Oprah" a while back...and I balled like a baby.

Then, just today I received the below video from my own Dad through email...again, wept profusely.

The love, investment, bond, respect, and spiritual connection between this father and son is moving to the point that I feel as though it literally reaches through whatever screen I am watching and seizes my heart.

I've included the basics of their story as told by Wikipedia...After which, the video will not only show you Team Hoyt's story in action, but it will also paint for you a very real picture of who our Heavenly Father wants to be for us, a fraction of the sacrifice He gave, and how, through Him, we are more than conquerers! (Make sure your volume is up!)

I can't imagine this won't grip and move you deeply...Boy, it sure has done that in me!

“Team Hoyt is a father (Dick Hoyt) and son (Rick Hoyt, b. 1962) in Massachusetts who compete together in marathons, triathlons, and other athletic endeavors. Rick was disabled at birth by a loss of oxygen to his brain because his umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, and he also suffers from cerebral palsy. Dick carries him in a special seat up front as they bike, pulls him in a special boat as they swim, and pushes him in a special wheelchair as they run.

Thanks to his parents, who ignored the advice of doctors that he would live life in a persistent vegetative state, and Tufts University engineers, who recognized that his sense of humor indicated intelligence, at the age of 12, Rick was able to learn how to use a special computer to communicate, using movements from his head. The first words he typed were, "Go Bruins!", and the family learned he was a sports fan. They entered their first race in 1977, a 5 mile benefit run for an injured lacrosse player who was a schoolmate of Rick's.

Dick is a retired Lieutenant Colonel in the Air National Guard. Rick earned a college degree from Boston University in special education, and now works at Boston College. They continue to compete in races, and are also motivational speakers.

As of January 31, 2008, Team Hoyt had participated in a total of 958 events, including 224 Triathlons (6 of which were Ironman competitions), 20 Duathlons, and 65 Marathons, including 25 Boston Marathons.[1] They have also biked and run across the USA, in 1992 — a 3,735 mile journey that took them 45 days.

When asked what one thing Rick wished he could give his father, his reply was ‘The thing I'd most like is that my dad would sit in the chair and I would push him once.’”

Footprints: The Remix

"God loved the world so much that He gave his one and only Son, so that anyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16 (New Living Translation)

What an amazing gift, Salvation. Freedom from the everlasting death of sin. What could possibly be better?!...Well, I actually have an idea of one thing that just might be the icing on that particular cake.

"...I came so they can have eternal and real life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of." John 10:10 (The Message)

You see, not only does God intend to grace us with an indescribably amazing forever-life in heaven...He very much wants us to experience the fullest, richest, most satisfying and thrilling life here on Earth, as well!

I know too many Christians who literally rob themselves of God's best. (I find it interesting to note the first half of John 10:10 says, "A thief is only there to steal and kill and destroy...") They do this by meandering through life with a "whatever" mindset. They figure their salvation is "good enough." They suppose following Jesus "most of the time" will suffice. Basically, they are content with mediocre. Well, I challenge that.

I'm sure many of you are familiar with the classic "Footprints" poem, having either read it each time you were in your grandparent's bathroom, received a Hallmark card fashioned around it, or had it forwarded to you through email...213 times. It is a great piece, and very touching. Below, however, I have included a re-working of the poem that speaks to me even more profoundly. Read it. And, let's agree never to settle for "OK."

Footprints
by Beth Moore

Imagine going to heaven and standing by God as he lovingly shows you His plan for your life. It begins with the day you are born. Once you received Christ as Savior, everyday that follows is outlined in red. You see footprints walking through each day of your life. On many of the days, two sets of footprints appear. You inquire, "Father, are those my footprints everyday, and is the second set of footprints when You joined me?"

He answers, "No, my precious child. The consistent footprints are mine. The second set are when YOU joined ME."

"Where were You going, Father?"

"To the destiny I planned for you, hoping you'd follow."

"But, Father, where are my footprints all those times?"

"Sometimes you went back to look at old resentments and habits. Sometimes you chose your own path. Other times, your footprints appear on another person's journey because you liked their plan better. Sometimes you simply stopped because you would not let go of something you could not take with you."

You are silent for a moment, contemplating, and then ask, "But, Father, we ended up Ok, even if I didnt walk with you every day, didn't we?"

He holds you close, "Yes, child, we ended up Ok...but, you see, 'Ok' was never what I had in mind for you."

Chics! (Of the Human--not baby bird--Variety!)

Not so long ago, I was asked to offer my thoughts regarding Women's Issues in today's society...Whoa. What a loaded topic. But, these people clearly knew who they were dealing with, so they kept me reined in with specific questions to answer, rather than a completely open forum. *wink* Thought I would share my responses with you, and let them speak for themselves. Hope they meet you somewhere you are today!

What women's issues concern you the most today?
Self-image and true purpose in life. I meet with young women and girls on a regular basis—both personally and in my job—and a common thread I see and hear is an inaccurate perspective and misplaced emphasis on image. I also believe that far too many women—and men as well—live their lives without any deep purpose bigger than themselves. They aren’t focused on building a legacy that makes an impact or having a mission worth dying for…Most are far too self-absorbed and distracted by instant and temporary gratification to invest their lives into the things that will ultimately and actually matter. I believe this ties directly into the image problem, as well. Of course your self-image is not going to be great when who you are is based on unworthy things.

How have women's rights, or lack thereof, affected your life experiences in particular?
It has been an interesting, dual-edged sword. On the one hand, my mother is a Pastor—a notoriously male-dominated role. I’ve grown up in a family, and with surroundings, that have always shown and taught me the equality of women—both through her job, and just in the respect and credibility given to women in the social circles I have lived. However, there is another hand of my mother being a Pastor...There’ve been numerous times in my life where I have experienced the disdain of some people, personally or vicariously, who believe a woman is not qualified or appropriate to fill that leadership role.

Growing up was there a certain woman who acted as a role model for you? What did you admire about her?
Yes...my Mom. She has always been able to manage a million things…Be a nurturing, loving, always present Mom, a leader, there’s nothing I have watched her attempt that she couldn’t handle, a great, supportive, partnering wife, awesome at her job, dependable, unflappable, yet fully feminine and compassionate…She has some how managed to be an amazing working woman, stay-at-home mom, wife, teacher, pastor, friend, and lady—simultaneously. It’s awe-inspiring.

If you could create a super-hero for all young girls to look up to, what characteristics would they have?
Honesty, integrity, servant’s heart, intelligence, purpose, kindness, generosity...

What is your hope for women in the future?
To aspire to what I’ve said above…Not to be the next "American Idol," "Pussycat Doll," or Hef's "Girl Next Door." Make your life—every moment of it—about something so much bigger than yourself that it has the potential to change the world!

Asking God "Why?!"...

So, awhile back I heard from a friend who lives out of state. She was experiencing an incredibly difficult time in her life--it just seemed as though the hits kept comin', you know? She had emailed me with her thoughts, feelings, frustrations, and confusions--and to be honest, I felt a little overwhelmed. I didn't know what I could tell her...You see, I am a fixer, and though I very much wanted to, I just couldn't fix her circumstances.

Recently, I have had other people I care about in similiar periods of life--the details may be different, but the struggle and pain the same. Even myself, and my whole family, have been experiencing loss and disappointment on a variety of levels as of late.

I'm confident there are also many of you out there going through a chapter that involves discouragement or questions, hurt or anger, betrayal or depression...or maybe all of the above, and even some I didn't mention. Makes me think of this quote: "Everyone I know is either in a crisis, coming out of a crisis, or headed into a crisis."
-Andy Andrews

Just today, I came across the letter I eventually was able to pen back to my friend...It encouraged me. Maybe it will do the same for you...

Dear Friend,
I'm so sorry to hear things are rough...Gosh--sometimes it just feels like the bad never really ends, doesn't it?! :/ I wish I had a magical answer or insight. But, I don't. I wish this, not only for you, but for myself as well, because I also sometimes feel the "neverendingness of crap", so to speak. I do know, however, that God is in control--no matter what it looks like to me. Just for ONE instance, I was praying last night and this morning for little Bryan--my brother, Zack and his wife, Amanda's 3 year old nephew. He has horrible eczema that just wreaks havoc all over his poor little body and face. His skin is rough, raw, itches. He can't really swim, be in the sun, use fragranced lotions. There are certain foods he can't eat. And, most of all, it is really painful for him. They've been to doctors upon doctors who can't seem to figure out how to truly help. He is the sweetest little boy, and so adorable--and I just can not for the life of me understand why he has to go through this. I have cried over it many times, and am welling up now as I think of it. I have prayed and prayed that God would heal him--and I am not the only one. I was asking God again last night and this morning, "WHY?!...Why won't you heal him?!" And, suddenly, very clearly, I was impressed with the reality that I don't know everything, but God does. Maybe there is some reason things are the way they are without visible change. Maybe there's something coming down the road in Bryan's life and God knows this hardship is necessary--or at least useable. I changed my prayer and asked that God would do His best by, for, and in little Bryan. That He'd help me keep faith that He will never allow this child to suffer needlessly. I prayed that God would, first and foremost, secure the health and future of Bryan's heart and soul--even if that means, for some reason, that his skin is never healed. God is the ultimate puzzle-piecer and strategizer. Like sometimes when I play Tetris people watching think I have made a big mistake because I put a piece in place that looks like I have blocked myself off, and I'm certainly going to lose. What they don't realize is, I have seen the side of the screen where the next three pieces you're going to get are shown, and I know that my move was the best one in light of what is coming. Do you see what I am saying? Being that I trust Jesus so much, I trust that He is working the puzzles even when I think His moves dont make sense--and even when they hurt. Doesn't mean it's easy or that I don't fret and fuss and screw up--I do. :/ But, ultimately my faith is in Him. I know yours is, too. Steven Curtis Chapman has this song called "Believe Me Now." It really encouraged me a while ago when I was going through a period of "neverending crap." And it still encourages me today. (When other periods of "neverending crap" continue.) I've included the lyrics below. There's one particular line in the bridge that was the first thing to catch my attention. I was crying in my office one day a couple of years ago with my head down, asking God "why" and to please just take the pain away. I had a CD playing in the background. This was a CD I had heard every song on before, but for some reason this one never stood out to me. "Believe Me Now" was already more than half over, and I hadn't consciously heard one word of it when suddenly the melody and the voice broke through my crying and my prayers, and I heard this line from the bridge, "I am the God who never wastes a single hurt that you endure." Now, I don't always know how that's going to play out--frankly, I'm not sure I have yet seen the full outcome of that truth in any area of my life--however, I believe it with my whole heart. God is good. God is faithful. God loves us. God Reigns. Those things are facts, and can handle the weight of our hope.

Thanks for listening to me--these thoughts were as helpful to me to get out, as I hope they are for you to read.

Much love,
Rachel

Believe Me Now
by Steven Curtis Chapman

I watch you looking out across the raging water
So sure your only hope lies on the other side
You hear the enemy that's closing in around you
And I know that you don't have the strength to fight
But do you have the faith to stand
and Believe me now Believe me here
Remember all the times I told you loud and clear
I am with you and I am for you
So believe me now Believe me now
I am the one who waved my hand and split the ocean
I am the One who spoke the words and raised the dead
And I've loved you long before I set the world in motion
I know all the fears you're feeling now
But do you remember who I am?
Will you believe me now Believe me here
Remember all the times I told you loud and clear
I am with you and I am for you
So believe me now Believe it's true
I never have I never will abandon you
And the God that I have always been I will forever be
So believe me now
I am the God who never wastes a single hurt that you endure
My words are true and all My promises are sure
So believe me now Oh believe me now
So believe me now Believe me here
Remember all the times I told you loud and clear
I am with you and I am for you
So believe me now Believe it's true
I never have I never will abandon you
And the God that I have always been I will forever be
So believe me now Believe me now Believe me now