So, I'm blogging on Christmas Eve.....should I feel depressed about that? I'm actually just trying to give everyone an update on the "newness" of North Carolina. I had a conversation the other day about how different it is being away from home for the holidays. It's not that things are so different as it is that I am in a different place geographically. Truthfully, it's sort of cool being in new surroundings at a very familiar time of year. I mean, I've lived through 31 Christmas Eve's in my life - but I've never lived through a North Carolinian Christmas. So, really - I get to experience the lights and festivities of a completely new geographical location as opposed to seeing the same houses in our old neighborhood with the same lights and wreaths. It's not so bad. There's a different type of chill in the air that I've never really experienced before. A slightly similar temperature yet with a unique and genuine scent. It's almost like an old sweater you find while cleaning out your attic that you recognize from a few years ago. You put it on and it's familiar - but you hadn't worn it in so long it feels like a brand new shirt. That's sort of like how it is being away from home this time of year. You'd think I'd be depressed and all - when really, it's the same holiday I've experienced 31 times - only in a new location - with my wife, son, and daughter. The familiarity is there - I can feel that...... But, I get to breath in the scent of historical homesteads, 120 foot pine trees, rolling mountains, and feel the chill that will surely bring the year's second snow. I don't know - it's kind of nice.
So, from the Moad Clan in NC to all of you reading: Merry Christmas! And may you never forget the real reason for this blessed season - - Jesus Christ - - and what His birth means for you and me as believers.
- Moad!
Our kiddos
Eli and Addy
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
When did he turn 6?
My son turns six years old today. Last night, during our bedtime routine, I laid down with him and thought, "Man, when did he get so big?" I still remember him as a toddler, looking up at me with his arms raised, tears in his eyes, longing for his daddy to cure all his ailments and rid him of all his fears. Now, it's like he's a little man! He's in school, he can read, he can even do math. He's independent (other than the times, of course, when he comes downstairs in the middle of the night and curls up between Ashley and me because of a bad dream). His mind is constantly coming up with new scenarios for his Star Wars toys. And he's amazing with Addy. He's a little man! I get so much enjoyment out of watching his little mind work or when he plays with his baby sister. And there is no sound quite like his laugh! I am so proud of him!
Today, we'll play Star Wars a little longer. I'll hug him a little tighter. I'll let him stay up a little later. I'll read him an extra story at bedtime. I'll have him read me an extra story at bedtime. We'll do the things he wants to do a little longer. Because I want him to know - without doubt - how much his daddy loves him! I am so proud of my boy!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
The Power of Praise
This last Monday, in my quiet time, I was hit by an eloquent and profound message by David found in Psalm 42. This particular message is one of the chief reasons my wife and I are so passionate about bringing to light what praise can do in the life of believers. As many of you already know, my wife was struck by a terrifying case of dehydration that caused our flight from Fort Smith, AR to Atlanta, GA to make an emergency landing in Memphis, TN on our way en route to visit Rocky Mount, NC back in June of this year. Talk about some scary stuff!
Now, at the beginning of this venture, we knew the Lord was already working in the hearts of many on our behalf – but, that did not stop Satan from sending his agents to infiltrate. Needless to say, we immediately recognized the fact that “Ol’ Red Legs” was hot on our trail and we were not about to allow him to keep us from the prize that Paul writes so eloquently about in Philippians – and so we pressed on. On our third flight that day, as we strolled down the ramp and boarded our plane, we began to sing aloud: “Lord, You are good and Your mercy endures forever. Lord, You are good and mercy endures forever. – We worship You. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!” We sang it the entire flight – and sure enough, that flight went off without a hitch! That is the power of praise!
In Psalm 42, David says, “My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember You….” Basically, what David is saying is: “Lord, I’m hurting. Something’s going on within me that I don’t understand. I’m sad. I feel depressed. I’m alone. But, I will intentionally set my eyes on You, Lord, and praise You regardless of the junk going on.” He goes on to say, “Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your waves and breakers have swept over me.” David recognizes that, even though he’s hurting (maybe emotionally, spiritually – even physically), the river that flows from the Throne of God contains healing water. And so he knows that regardless of what hurts – with authority given by praising the Name Above ALL Names, healing is found! And so, David finishes his Psalm with these words: “Why so downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.”
If you're reading this right now, I want to encourage you to set your eyes on the God of Heaven and praise Him unconditionally – regardless of the stuff going on. There are so many times we are relentlessly tempted to give into depression or allow the circumstances to overtake us, rendering us helpless. But, 1 Corinthians 10: 12 – 13 reminds us: “So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall! No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But, when you are tempted, He will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.” So, I say – “Stand up, saints! Stand up in the face of adversity! Stand up in middle of the junk going on! Head straight for the Enemy’s Camp and take back what’s been stolen from you! Take back your joy! Take back prosperity! Take back emotional stability! Take back your health! Take back your peace, comfort, love! And shout at the top of your lungs praises to our King while doing it all!!! Stand up under it, saints, and allow the Lord to work on your behalf.”
And we’ll be right there beside you,
The Moads!
Now, at the beginning of this venture, we knew the Lord was already working in the hearts of many on our behalf – but, that did not stop Satan from sending his agents to infiltrate. Needless to say, we immediately recognized the fact that “Ol’ Red Legs” was hot on our trail and we were not about to allow him to keep us from the prize that Paul writes so eloquently about in Philippians – and so we pressed on. On our third flight that day, as we strolled down the ramp and boarded our plane, we began to sing aloud: “Lord, You are good and Your mercy endures forever. Lord, You are good and mercy endures forever. – We worship You. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!” We sang it the entire flight – and sure enough, that flight went off without a hitch! That is the power of praise!
In Psalm 42, David says, “My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember You….” Basically, what David is saying is: “Lord, I’m hurting. Something’s going on within me that I don’t understand. I’m sad. I feel depressed. I’m alone. But, I will intentionally set my eyes on You, Lord, and praise You regardless of the junk going on.” He goes on to say, “Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your waves and breakers have swept over me.” David recognizes that, even though he’s hurting (maybe emotionally, spiritually – even physically), the river that flows from the Throne of God contains healing water. And so he knows that regardless of what hurts – with authority given by praising the Name Above ALL Names, healing is found! And so, David finishes his Psalm with these words: “Why so downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.”
If you're reading this right now, I want to encourage you to set your eyes on the God of Heaven and praise Him unconditionally – regardless of the stuff going on. There are so many times we are relentlessly tempted to give into depression or allow the circumstances to overtake us, rendering us helpless. But, 1 Corinthians 10: 12 – 13 reminds us: “So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall! No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But, when you are tempted, He will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.” So, I say – “Stand up, saints! Stand up in the face of adversity! Stand up in middle of the junk going on! Head straight for the Enemy’s Camp and take back what’s been stolen from you! Take back your joy! Take back prosperity! Take back emotional stability! Take back your health! Take back your peace, comfort, love! And shout at the top of your lungs praises to our King while doing it all!!! Stand up under it, saints, and allow the Lord to work on your behalf.”
And we’ll be right there beside you,
The Moads!
Monday, October 20, 2008
20/20 Vision
The old cliche "hindsight is always 20/20" is obviously a true and accurate statement (or else why would it be one of the most quoted statements in the history of cliches). But, just because something is true doesn't make it right, correct? For example, in the context of the statement, generally it's quoted because in retrospect you figure out you quite possibly could've done things differently, perhaps resulting in an entitrely different ending. But, if you think about it - should you be given a second chance at something - would you do it all over again? And if so, how? That being said, there are a lot of things I would like to do over. I'd like to fall in love with my wife all over again. I'd like to repeat my first two years of college. I'd like to possibly go back to high school (only the parts that I messed up - the rest I don't think I could stomach again). I'd like to re-learn how to tie my shoes (evidently I don't do the whole "bunny hop" thing - I figured that out as I was trying to teach my son how to tie his shoes and my wife gave me a look like "I can't believe you don't tie your shoes with the bunny hop rhyme" - apparently, I was neglected as a child). I'd like to repeat previous ministry opportunities. But, let's face it - they're not going to happen again........at least not in the same context as before. Therefore, my questions are......should it be said that hindsight is always 20/20? Or could it be rephrased a little more correctly? Because, really, when you look back at things, you're pretty much always going to find an area where you could've done things differently - but, given those same circumstances again, I'm not so sure you wouldn't make the same decision. Now, I could be totally wrong. But, I think the moral of the story here lies in another cliche: "If I only knew then what I know now." If that were the case, of course you could change things......or at least make a better attempt at doing the right thing to keep yourself out of the hospital after a night of binge-drinking and diving into a pool that was only five feet deep......waking up in a hospital in a neck brace and being in a wheel chair for the next eight weeks and then on crutches for another four. But, that's just one scenario. There are a lot more cases out there, I'm sure. But, if it were possible to go back and repeat a time in your life with the knowledge you now possess, why wouldn't you?
Just food for thought....
Just food for thought....
Friday, September 26, 2008
Last Saturday
We were finally able to make it to the coast for a day last Saturday. It was so awesome - and very much needed! It was the first time Eli had ever seen the ocean - his eyes were huge. Addy got to dip her toes in the Atlantic and Eli splashed and played, looking for seashells. Ashley and I got to just relax (even for just a little while) and take in such a vast panarama of unending water.......it was good. 
Ashley and I have some friends who have a house on the beach about two and a half hours away. We drove down that morning and spent the afternoon playing in the water, then drove home that evening. It's nice to be that close to the ocean.
Ashley and I have some friends who have a house on the beach about two and a half hours away. We drove down that morning and spent the afternoon playing in the water, then drove home that evening. It's nice to be that close to the ocean.
Monday, September 22, 2008
"Are you guys settling in?"
Is there really any way to truly settle in? If there is, I don't know it. I guess I feel like you should always be ready to go onto the next task. But, I see where the saying comes from: "Are you guys settling in?" For the most part we are......I mean, our bags are unpacked and we've hung pictures on our walls. But, our hearts and minds still long to be in the familiar.......the comfortable........our thoughts seem to always flow in the general direction of back home - gravitating unrelentlessly toward Arkansas. Don't get me wrong, North Carolina is fine. It has its really great parts (like being close to the ocean) and then it has its really not-so-great parts (honestly, I could name several - and I'm trying to stay positive - so I won't comment on that). But, settling in? I don't know about that.
See, to me, I guess I feel like "settling" means "to lessen" or be complacent when there's something better. Now, I could be totally wrong about this - and to some degree I hope I am. But, stay with me a moment. Complacenecy means contentment and I'm not 100% sure we should ever really be content with where we are in life, in our jobs, in our walks with Jesus. I guess what I'm trying to say is that we should always strive for something else. We should strive to be better at our jobs, or strive to live a better life (not monetarily or materially; but emotionally, physically and spiritually). We should strive to walk closer with Jesus and grow to know Him better and better everyday.
Contentment has its share of qualities, too, though. For example, my daughter Addyson is the most content little baby girl on the face of the planet. She only gets ticked when she's hungry or if she sees her mommy and mommy doesn't pick her up right away. Then it's on - and she doesn't want anything except her mommy to hold her. But, for the most part - she's content. That type of contentment is great; where you don't really need anything, just enjoying life, hanging out - no agenda, nothing to gain or lose. But, in the spiritual realm - am I like Addy? By that, I mean, am I good with everything in my life - except when I feel absent from my Heavenly Daddy? Am I fussing and crying because I'm not being held by the One who made me? The cool thing about that is that we serve a Papa who wants to hold us constantly. His deepest desire is for us to stretch out our hands and long for nothing but His embrace.
It's a great comparison, if you think about it (especially from my stand point, because I get to see it first hand). Picture it: this precious little baby girl is all subdued and calm - playing with her toys or chewing on Griffen - when she hears the front door open and in walks mommy. Now, at first, she sees her mommy from a distance and this huge smile crosses her face and she begins to chuckle in excitement at the thought of being in her mother's arms. Immediately she crawls as fast as her little chubby legs allow all the way to mom's feet. But, mom walks by to set her bags down. Well, that's simply unacceptable! WHAAAAAA! To the point of coughing and hacking, real tears, complete heart-break, bawling and bawling and bawling - until she feels the touch of her mommy's hands grab her and bring her up to her chest where Addy lays her head in exhaustion and exhilaration.
To me - the question shouldn't be aimed at whether one if "nesting" as if in one's home - but rather are you settling in to be content and complacent in the Lord? Technically, (and for those of who you who know me - you also know this about me - everything hinges on technicalities) settling has several meanings. For the purpose of this particular argument we'll use the "resting and nesting" meaning.
I said all that to preface this: If anything - I want to settle into the arms of my Heavenly Daddy - from whom all blessings flow, from whom the River of Life flows, from whom my manna will be provided, and from whom I have been formed and found beautifully and purposefully created. That's where I want to settle.
- The Moads (via NC)!
See, to me, I guess I feel like "settling" means "to lessen" or be complacent when there's something better. Now, I could be totally wrong about this - and to some degree I hope I am. But, stay with me a moment. Complacenecy means contentment and I'm not 100% sure we should ever really be content with where we are in life, in our jobs, in our walks with Jesus. I guess what I'm trying to say is that we should always strive for something else. We should strive to be better at our jobs, or strive to live a better life (not monetarily or materially; but emotionally, physically and spiritually). We should strive to walk closer with Jesus and grow to know Him better and better everyday.
Contentment has its share of qualities, too, though. For example, my daughter Addyson is the most content little baby girl on the face of the planet. She only gets ticked when she's hungry or if she sees her mommy and mommy doesn't pick her up right away. Then it's on - and she doesn't want anything except her mommy to hold her. But, for the most part - she's content. That type of contentment is great; where you don't really need anything, just enjoying life, hanging out - no agenda, nothing to gain or lose. But, in the spiritual realm - am I like Addy? By that, I mean, am I good with everything in my life - except when I feel absent from my Heavenly Daddy? Am I fussing and crying because I'm not being held by the One who made me? The cool thing about that is that we serve a Papa who wants to hold us constantly. His deepest desire is for us to stretch out our hands and long for nothing but His embrace.
It's a great comparison, if you think about it (especially from my stand point, because I get to see it first hand). Picture it: this precious little baby girl is all subdued and calm - playing with her toys or chewing on Griffen - when she hears the front door open and in walks mommy. Now, at first, she sees her mommy from a distance and this huge smile crosses her face and she begins to chuckle in excitement at the thought of being in her mother's arms. Immediately she crawls as fast as her little chubby legs allow all the way to mom's feet. But, mom walks by to set her bags down. Well, that's simply unacceptable! WHAAAAAA! To the point of coughing and hacking, real tears, complete heart-break, bawling and bawling and bawling - until she feels the touch of her mommy's hands grab her and bring her up to her chest where Addy lays her head in exhaustion and exhilaration.
To me - the question shouldn't be aimed at whether one if "nesting" as if in one's home - but rather are you settling in to be content and complacent in the Lord? Technically, (and for those of who you who know me - you also know this about me - everything hinges on technicalities) settling has several meanings. For the purpose of this particular argument we'll use the "resting and nesting" meaning.
I said all that to preface this: If anything - I want to settle into the arms of my Heavenly Daddy - from whom all blessings flow, from whom the River of Life flows, from whom my manna will be provided, and from whom I have been formed and found beautifully and purposefully created. That's where I want to settle.
- The Moads (via NC)!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Rocky Mount, North Carolina
WOW! The Lord truly does work in some crazy-mysterious ways. My family and I are moving from our current residence in Arkansas 1100 miles East to Rocky Mount, North Carolina and accepting a full-time contemporary worship leader's position at First UMC/Rocky Mount. Completely unexpected and out from left field we have been moved by the Spirit to this area. I am excited and nervous all at the same time. On the one hand, I'm scared to death moving my family out of their comfort zone and familiarity (all the while knowing that "fear" doesn't come from the Lord) and on the other hand crazy-pumped about being able to bring the vision God gave us TWO YEARS AGO to life in a community that truly needs it.
July 5, 2006 my wife was in Dallas at a worship conference and I was at home with our son Eli. It was about 11:45 at night when I felt the Lord really speaking to me about worship and what it means to praise Him, how He needs and deserves to be praised and worshiped, and how we are commanded to praise and worship. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced and so I began writing as quickly as I could to capture it all and write it down. Around fifteen minutes later, my wife called from Dallas and said, "Stephen, I really feel like the Lord is speaking to me." So, I replied with, "Well, what did He say?" She began to recite basically everything I had written down.....almost verbatim. That, needless to say, was confirmation to us both that this is something the Lord is commanding us to do.
When she came home from the conference, we spent a few weeks in prayer and fasting and just really trying to seek the Lord's will in all of it. We then took it to our pastor at Heritage and he was pumped up about it. We were met with a lot of resistance when we tried to implement certain parts of it - and so we thought, "well, maybe right now isn't the time." So we waited. Little did we know where it was actually needed was in Rocky Mount, North Carolina. Holy COW!!!!
I could go on and on about the details of this move - but I won't. I'll save it for another blog. So, for those of you who actually read my blog - keep your eyes out for another installment of the life and times of the Moad clan coming soon! Until then "Bless Big and Be Blessed Big!"
-Moad!
July 5, 2006 my wife was in Dallas at a worship conference and I was at home with our son Eli. It was about 11:45 at night when I felt the Lord really speaking to me about worship and what it means to praise Him, how He needs and deserves to be praised and worshiped, and how we are commanded to praise and worship. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced and so I began writing as quickly as I could to capture it all and write it down. Around fifteen minutes later, my wife called from Dallas and said, "Stephen, I really feel like the Lord is speaking to me." So, I replied with, "Well, what did He say?" She began to recite basically everything I had written down.....almost verbatim. That, needless to say, was confirmation to us both that this is something the Lord is commanding us to do.
When she came home from the conference, we spent a few weeks in prayer and fasting and just really trying to seek the Lord's will in all of it. We then took it to our pastor at Heritage and he was pumped up about it. We were met with a lot of resistance when we tried to implement certain parts of it - and so we thought, "well, maybe right now isn't the time." So we waited. Little did we know where it was actually needed was in Rocky Mount, North Carolina. Holy COW!!!!
I could go on and on about the details of this move - but I won't. I'll save it for another blog. So, for those of you who actually read my blog - keep your eyes out for another installment of the life and times of the Moad clan coming soon! Until then "Bless Big and Be Blessed Big!"
-Moad!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Day #11,315
This may actually be the most depressing day I’ve ever had to endure…….and it ain’t over yet. Today, I have been in this world for 11,315 days. Sort of a big day, really. It’s wacky-ridiculous, though, when I look back at the previous ten-thousand and realize that I haven’t done anything I set out to do. Things change – granted; life happens – granted; changes occur – and there really isn’t anything you can do about it except accept them and shoulder on. But, in my human-ness, I really suck at over-analyzing the patterns I’ve rooted myself into by failing to clutch the chances I’ve had to really triumph magnificently in the face of adversity so that I could represent the masses who ever really dare to dream. In laymen’s terms, I wanted to be the success story.
My whole life it seems like I’ve been the underdog. I’ve always wanted to do great things for the Kingdom of God, for my family, for my wife and children. But, nothing ever comes easy for the Moad clan, trust me. If it wasn’t for bad luck – we wouldn’t have any…..just ask one of us. I try to live a Godly life. I‘m in the Word constantly. I fast, pray and fellowship with other believers….I’m on staff at a church for Pete’s sake (by the way….who is Pete?…..Have you ever thought about that?….I mean, seriously, I want to know who Pete is). Sometimes, it just seems like I can’t catch a break. But, the Lord knows best what needs to be done and I trust that – I just wish He’d warn me sometimes before I get myself into situations where my human-ness outweighs my spiritual sense.
Honestly, I was in a grocery store one day after church…….and there was this couple who were extremely ignorant about the here and now. Please understand, by saying ‘ignorant’ I’m not talking trash about them. To be ignorant simply means you are uninformed, or that you just don’t know. So, really, I’m taking up for them – when I probably could be justified by talking trash. But, my church (at the time) was very laid back as far as dress code – I had on shorts, flip-flops, and a sleeveless, tie-dyed shirt. I have earrings and tattoos….which aren’t all that uncommon these days……even in churches (for those of you who don’t know). Now, I consider myself to be a pretty cordial and nice person with a decent amount of discernment. However, the couple in front of me were quite bluntly disgusted by the fact that I was revealing a bit much about myself by showing tattoos and wearing earrings. Now, I know this disgusted them because the husband said to his wife (which, I probably wasn’t supposed to hear, but heard very plainly), “Look at that…….tattoos and earrings. Shoot, he needs to get to church.” So, at first, I was a little offended that they were…..well, offended – but decided to be the bigger person and nicely reply, “I’m assuming that’s where you guys just came from,” as they were dressed in their Sunday best. I was trying to make conversation to inform them that not all tattoo-ed people are heathens. The man looked at me, obviously surprised I had heard him, but even more disgusted that this pierced freak was trying to make contact with him and his wife (like I was an alien or something). Had it stopped there, it probably wouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But, the man came across so arrogant and disrespectful that I couldn’t contain myself. He replied to me, “As a matter of fact we did…..from the First blah-blah-blah-blah-blah Church of…” wherever it was. So, what I thought was done politely (with a hint of sarcasm, I’m sure), I said, “Well, you might ought to go back and repent, ‘cause the Bible clearly states ‘Judge not, lest ye be judged’.” They just looked at me all flabbergasted-like and watched me intently over their shoulders as they high-tailed it through the automatic doors of Wal-Mart. The nerve of those tattoo-ed freak-o’s. I mean, really.
I say all this because I’m not perfect. It’s taken eleven-thousand days of screwing up and making little mistakes and huge-massive mistakes to make me the person I am…..and I wanted (and still want) to be so much more. My whole life, it seems like people have had this mental image of what I’m supposed to be. People who know me and people who think they know me. Is that really fair? I mean….to think you know how someone needs to turn out in life? After I had graduated and returned from college to my home town, I had a teacher that told me they just knew I’d wind up in prison or on drugs. I can’t tell you the times I’ve had people comment in total-shock, “You’re a worship leader?” What gives a person the right to judge others? Who are they to judge me? Shouldn’t they be more focused on themselves? Is it fair to judge others? No….but then again, sometimes it’s needed to get you back on track. When it’s done right, of course. I guess my lesson for today, kids, is that “You can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need.”
11,315 days so far and counting.
Be blessed
-Moad!
My whole life it seems like I’ve been the underdog. I’ve always wanted to do great things for the Kingdom of God, for my family, for my wife and children. But, nothing ever comes easy for the Moad clan, trust me. If it wasn’t for bad luck – we wouldn’t have any…..just ask one of us. I try to live a Godly life. I‘m in the Word constantly. I fast, pray and fellowship with other believers….I’m on staff at a church for Pete’s sake (by the way….who is Pete?…..Have you ever thought about that?….I mean, seriously, I want to know who Pete is). Sometimes, it just seems like I can’t catch a break. But, the Lord knows best what needs to be done and I trust that – I just wish He’d warn me sometimes before I get myself into situations where my human-ness outweighs my spiritual sense.
Honestly, I was in a grocery store one day after church…….and there was this couple who were extremely ignorant about the here and now. Please understand, by saying ‘ignorant’ I’m not talking trash about them. To be ignorant simply means you are uninformed, or that you just don’t know. So, really, I’m taking up for them – when I probably could be justified by talking trash. But, my church (at the time) was very laid back as far as dress code – I had on shorts, flip-flops, and a sleeveless, tie-dyed shirt. I have earrings and tattoos….which aren’t all that uncommon these days……even in churches (for those of you who don’t know). Now, I consider myself to be a pretty cordial and nice person with a decent amount of discernment. However, the couple in front of me were quite bluntly disgusted by the fact that I was revealing a bit much about myself by showing tattoos and wearing earrings. Now, I know this disgusted them because the husband said to his wife (which, I probably wasn’t supposed to hear, but heard very plainly), “Look at that…….tattoos and earrings. Shoot, he needs to get to church.” So, at first, I was a little offended that they were…..well, offended – but decided to be the bigger person and nicely reply, “I’m assuming that’s where you guys just came from,” as they were dressed in their Sunday best. I was trying to make conversation to inform them that not all tattoo-ed people are heathens. The man looked at me, obviously surprised I had heard him, but even more disgusted that this pierced freak was trying to make contact with him and his wife (like I was an alien or something). Had it stopped there, it probably wouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But, the man came across so arrogant and disrespectful that I couldn’t contain myself. He replied to me, “As a matter of fact we did…..from the First blah-blah-blah-blah-blah Church of…” wherever it was. So, what I thought was done politely (with a hint of sarcasm, I’m sure), I said, “Well, you might ought to go back and repent, ‘cause the Bible clearly states ‘Judge not, lest ye be judged’.” They just looked at me all flabbergasted-like and watched me intently over their shoulders as they high-tailed it through the automatic doors of Wal-Mart. The nerve of those tattoo-ed freak-o’s. I mean, really.
I say all this because I’m not perfect. It’s taken eleven-thousand days of screwing up and making little mistakes and huge-massive mistakes to make me the person I am…..and I wanted (and still want) to be so much more. My whole life, it seems like people have had this mental image of what I’m supposed to be. People who know me and people who think they know me. Is that really fair? I mean….to think you know how someone needs to turn out in life? After I had graduated and returned from college to my home town, I had a teacher that told me they just knew I’d wind up in prison or on drugs. I can’t tell you the times I’ve had people comment in total-shock, “You’re a worship leader?” What gives a person the right to judge others? Who are they to judge me? Shouldn’t they be more focused on themselves? Is it fair to judge others? No….but then again, sometimes it’s needed to get you back on track. When it’s done right, of course. I guess my lesson for today, kids, is that “You can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need.”
11,315 days so far and counting.
Be blessed
-Moad!
Friday, May 2, 2008
News....
We received some encouraging news about John......the doctors were able to get his kidneys to take the dialysis and he is beginning to show signs of improvment. Keep up the prayers, as this will truly be a long and rough road for Mary and him.
I also received an email from Clifford Mutwiri (one of my Kenyan brothers that was our foreman for our local crew we hired - mission trip). Our team leader John is trying to get Clifford a visa so that he can visit the U.S. and learn from John how to run and maintain the chicken house and hatchery we built for them. I'm excited because Clifford has never been outside of Kenya, let alone the U.S. So, it's going to be a great experience for him. I plan on having him come over and stay with us a few days, meet my wife and children and prayerfully get to play some music together (Clifford was learning to play the guitar when I was in Meru).
Another bit of info that I am excited about......a few months ago, I helped a guy I know with some vocals on his cd. What's awesome is that I was able to form a relationship with a record producer in the mix (no pun intended). Because Mark (the guy I recorded for) spoke so highly about some songs I had written, the producer gave me a really great price to record a cd full of original songs. So, I'm pretty stinkin' excited about that.
There's a lot going on - and a lot to be thankful for. I'll keep you updated on all proceedings.
-Moad!
I also received an email from Clifford Mutwiri (one of my Kenyan brothers that was our foreman for our local crew we hired - mission trip). Our team leader John is trying to get Clifford a visa so that he can visit the U.S. and learn from John how to run and maintain the chicken house and hatchery we built for them. I'm excited because Clifford has never been outside of Kenya, let alone the U.S. So, it's going to be a great experience for him. I plan on having him come over and stay with us a few days, meet my wife and children and prayerfully get to play some music together (Clifford was learning to play the guitar when I was in Meru).
Another bit of info that I am excited about......a few months ago, I helped a guy I know with some vocals on his cd. What's awesome is that I was able to form a relationship with a record producer in the mix (no pun intended). Because Mark (the guy I recorded for) spoke so highly about some songs I had written, the producer gave me a really great price to record a cd full of original songs. So, I'm pretty stinkin' excited about that.
There's a lot going on - and a lot to be thankful for. I'll keep you updated on all proceedings.
-Moad!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
That's my boy!
I love being a dad – I love it. My children are what I consider to be my crowning achievement. I realize I didn’t fly solo on the operation……I couldn’t have done it without the love and support of my wife and all (I mean, who else is going to give birth – I certainly can’t). But, of all the stupid stuff I’ve done and ridiculous mistakes I’ve made – I finally got something right. Of course, I give all the credit to that fact that my wife and I are truly blessed by God. But, man……seriously, my wife and I can make some pretty good looking kids.
I look at Eli – and he looks so much like me it’s sometimes scary. He’s much, much smarter than I was at his age. But, he’s more loving and compassionate. He does, however, have a bit of a behavior problem at the moment. But, I think all little boys go through that rambunctious, talking back, pushing the envelope phase where, as parents we want to pinch their little heads off. Yet, I still think boys should be boys. Let them be rambunctious. Let them play rough and be sweaty. Let them become enamored with superheroes. Who says they have to be perfectly well-behaved little gentlemen at five years old anyway? They’re just coming to grips with their own little universe.
If you think about it – it makes sense. Too many times, we (as parents) have this grand idea when we first find out we’re pregnant that “My son will be well-behaved, smart, dress well, and be the most popular child in his school.” It’s not until about two years later that you throw all that crap out the window and just pray you don’t kill him yourself. We get tired of running after them, cleaning mud off of them, telling them “no – don’t stick your hand in that,” or “would you please stop.” Eventually ( and sometimes it takes a while) you get to the point where you finally understand that this young man in front of you is his own little person. He has no personal agenda or plans for retirement. He has no preconceived notions or any idea of what he’s getting himself into. And granted, we want to protect our children the very best we can – but we have to understand that we won’t always be there for them in their time of need. We have to pray for them constantly that they will be the men of God they are supposed to be. But, (and this might sting a bit) God didn’t create men to be popular or dress well. He didn’t create men to go into any situation and just accept it. God created men (no offense, ladies) to provide by the sweat of their brow and to protect their families. He made us analytical and gutsy, fearlessly full of testosterone and adrenaline for a reason. So, let boys be boys. Let them run and jump, climb trees and be adrenaline junkies. It’s what they were created to do. But, let them do it within reason. Give them parameters without walls – boundaries without borders. But, more than anything….give them unfailing, unconditional love and support like there is no tomorrow.
My Eli – I am so proud of him it’s ridiculous. Not too long ago I remember spending what seemed to be forever just looking at him and watching him drink his Sprite and I was smitten – I mean, I am in deep “smit.” I love that boy! He never stops amazing me. That’s what parenthood is all about, I think. Doing the very best job you can to protect them – but letting them learn on their own some things we simply cannot teach them. Of course we make mistakes and they do, too. But what sweet lessons we can learn together if we’ll take the time to spend with them.
Be blessed,
-Moad!
I look at Eli – and he looks so much like me it’s sometimes scary. He’s much, much smarter than I was at his age. But, he’s more loving and compassionate. He does, however, have a bit of a behavior problem at the moment. But, I think all little boys go through that rambunctious, talking back, pushing the envelope phase where, as parents we want to pinch their little heads off. Yet, I still think boys should be boys. Let them be rambunctious. Let them play rough and be sweaty. Let them become enamored with superheroes. Who says they have to be perfectly well-behaved little gentlemen at five years old anyway? They’re just coming to grips with their own little universe.
If you think about it – it makes sense. Too many times, we (as parents) have this grand idea when we first find out we’re pregnant that “My son will be well-behaved, smart, dress well, and be the most popular child in his school.” It’s not until about two years later that you throw all that crap out the window and just pray you don’t kill him yourself. We get tired of running after them, cleaning mud off of them, telling them “no – don’t stick your hand in that,” or “would you please stop.” Eventually ( and sometimes it takes a while) you get to the point where you finally understand that this young man in front of you is his own little person. He has no personal agenda or plans for retirement. He has no preconceived notions or any idea of what he’s getting himself into. And granted, we want to protect our children the very best we can – but we have to understand that we won’t always be there for them in their time of need. We have to pray for them constantly that they will be the men of God they are supposed to be. But, (and this might sting a bit) God didn’t create men to be popular or dress well. He didn’t create men to go into any situation and just accept it. God created men (no offense, ladies) to provide by the sweat of their brow and to protect their families. He made us analytical and gutsy, fearlessly full of testosterone and adrenaline for a reason. So, let boys be boys. Let them run and jump, climb trees and be adrenaline junkies. It’s what they were created to do. But, let them do it within reason. Give them parameters without walls – boundaries without borders. But, more than anything….give them unfailing, unconditional love and support like there is no tomorrow.
My Eli – I am so proud of him it’s ridiculous. Not too long ago I remember spending what seemed to be forever just looking at him and watching him drink his Sprite and I was smitten – I mean, I am in deep “smit.” I love that boy! He never stops amazing me. That’s what parenthood is all about, I think. Doing the very best job you can to protect them – but letting them learn on their own some things we simply cannot teach them. Of course we make mistakes and they do, too. But what sweet lessons we can learn together if we’ll take the time to spend with them.
Be blessed,
-Moad!
Monday, April 28, 2008
On a day like today....
If there is one thing I do fairly well......it’s ponder aimlessly the meaning of life (among other things that don’t really matter in the grand scheme of things). Today, I have found myself once again spending a lot of time thinking about life; well, not so much about life as I have about death (not to sound morbid).
Grab some tissue, ladies (and gents)……this one’s gonna gett-cha.
I know this married couple who have an amazing story about life and love, close calls and happy endings any T.V. producer would jump at the chance to make a movie about. But, I know them personally, so I get to write about them and pray that one day I can be as good a man as the beloved beau of our story (which is a true story, by the way).
This man has had medical complication after medical complication - heart trouble, kidney trouble, and lung problems - for many, many years. He was given about a year and a half to live when he met his now wife. As they began talking and then dating, she asked him why he wouldn’t marry her. He replied simply, “I just don’t want you to be burdened by a man who’s just going to die soon anyway.” But, she continued to ask. He simply replied the same. But, she was persistent. She continued to ask and ask and ask. Every time, he replied the same. Finally, one day she told him, “I would rather have one day as your wife, and be a part of you, than to have only just known you for however long we have together.” He was smitten, as was she….and they married. They have currently been married 13 years.
With his medical complications flaring up at various times in their life together, the up’s and down’s only made them grow closer. About six years ago, he went in for a visit to the doctor because of issues he was having breathing. Within the hour, a team of surgeons were called in to operate on his lungs. They were completely filled with fluid.......only the doctors were unable to drain them (as the fluid was more like the consistency of tar). As the doctors had his back cracked open, working on his lungs, his heart stopped. So, the doctors had to flip him over, crack open his chest and work on his heart. For what the doctors said would only take a few hours, now had become eight. As the chief surgeon walked into the waiting room, her heart fell. The doctor gave the wife his prognosis........she was grief-stricken and heart-broken. The doctors were able to clean-out the lungs, but he had coded on the table. They were able to get his heart started but now he was in a coma. For months, with zero brain activity, depressed lungs, and extreme kidney failure, he was given no chance of coming out of it. After months and months of prayers and hospital visits, his wife was told that he would not make it through this and that she should give serious consideration to ending life support. Against her better wishes, she granted the doctors permission to pull the plug. She called the family in to say their good-byes. As everyone left, she went in to his room where she had spent countless hours praying and reading to him and talking to him to say one last good-bye. As she knelt over him to kiss his cheek and whisper how much she loved him, he opened his eyes and grabbed her hand……that was five or six years ago and they have rarely left each other’s side. The doctors could not explain why he came back……but she knew it was because their love had withstood so many storms – and she wasn’t ready to give up on him. That was six years ago.
Today, she finds herself faced with a familiar decision. They are, as I am writing this, in the hospital not even a mile from where we work together….and he is in critical condition. His kidneys have shut down and dialysis isn’t working. His heart is failing and the doctors are asking her to call in the family to say their final good-bye to their father, brother, uncle and friend. She said she woke up this morning with such a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
If you are reading this and you are a praying person – please pray for this man and his wife and family. He is such a good man (you just don’t meet many men like this one) – and I am honored to have called him friend. She knows there isn’t much that can be done for him – but I know how my God works. John is a walking miracle who shouldn’t have lived as long as he has – but he has!
Lord, we know our ways aren’t always Yours – and I realize You may want John to come home. If that’s the case, so be it – Your will be done. But, I pray for a supernatural healing, in the Name of Jesus. I pray for strength for Mary and their family. Give them peace that really does surpass all understanding and provide comfort for all of us who know him. He is such a good, good man. Regardless of the outcome, we know You have our best interests at heart and are willing to submit to You, our Creator, our Lord, and our King. May Your will be done. In Jesus’ Name – Amen.
Blessings,
-Stephen!
Grab some tissue, ladies (and gents)……this one’s gonna gett-cha.
I know this married couple who have an amazing story about life and love, close calls and happy endings any T.V. producer would jump at the chance to make a movie about. But, I know them personally, so I get to write about them and pray that one day I can be as good a man as the beloved beau of our story (which is a true story, by the way).
This man has had medical complication after medical complication - heart trouble, kidney trouble, and lung problems - for many, many years. He was given about a year and a half to live when he met his now wife. As they began talking and then dating, she asked him why he wouldn’t marry her. He replied simply, “I just don’t want you to be burdened by a man who’s just going to die soon anyway.” But, she continued to ask. He simply replied the same. But, she was persistent. She continued to ask and ask and ask. Every time, he replied the same. Finally, one day she told him, “I would rather have one day as your wife, and be a part of you, than to have only just known you for however long we have together.” He was smitten, as was she….and they married. They have currently been married 13 years.
With his medical complications flaring up at various times in their life together, the up’s and down’s only made them grow closer. About six years ago, he went in for a visit to the doctor because of issues he was having breathing. Within the hour, a team of surgeons were called in to operate on his lungs. They were completely filled with fluid.......only the doctors were unable to drain them (as the fluid was more like the consistency of tar). As the doctors had his back cracked open, working on his lungs, his heart stopped. So, the doctors had to flip him over, crack open his chest and work on his heart. For what the doctors said would only take a few hours, now had become eight. As the chief surgeon walked into the waiting room, her heart fell. The doctor gave the wife his prognosis........she was grief-stricken and heart-broken. The doctors were able to clean-out the lungs, but he had coded on the table. They were able to get his heart started but now he was in a coma. For months, with zero brain activity, depressed lungs, and extreme kidney failure, he was given no chance of coming out of it. After months and months of prayers and hospital visits, his wife was told that he would not make it through this and that she should give serious consideration to ending life support. Against her better wishes, she granted the doctors permission to pull the plug. She called the family in to say their good-byes. As everyone left, she went in to his room where she had spent countless hours praying and reading to him and talking to him to say one last good-bye. As she knelt over him to kiss his cheek and whisper how much she loved him, he opened his eyes and grabbed her hand……that was five or six years ago and they have rarely left each other’s side. The doctors could not explain why he came back……but she knew it was because their love had withstood so many storms – and she wasn’t ready to give up on him. That was six years ago.
Today, she finds herself faced with a familiar decision. They are, as I am writing this, in the hospital not even a mile from where we work together….and he is in critical condition. His kidneys have shut down and dialysis isn’t working. His heart is failing and the doctors are asking her to call in the family to say their final good-bye to their father, brother, uncle and friend. She said she woke up this morning with such a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
If you are reading this and you are a praying person – please pray for this man and his wife and family. He is such a good man (you just don’t meet many men like this one) – and I am honored to have called him friend. She knows there isn’t much that can be done for him – but I know how my God works. John is a walking miracle who shouldn’t have lived as long as he has – but he has!
Lord, we know our ways aren’t always Yours – and I realize You may want John to come home. If that’s the case, so be it – Your will be done. But, I pray for a supernatural healing, in the Name of Jesus. I pray for strength for Mary and their family. Give them peace that really does surpass all understanding and provide comfort for all of us who know him. He is such a good, good man. Regardless of the outcome, we know You have our best interests at heart and are willing to submit to You, our Creator, our Lord, and our King. May Your will be done. In Jesus’ Name – Amen.
Blessings,
-Stephen!
Friday, April 25, 2008
A Day in Meru
As I was driving my daughter to daycare this morning, something about it (whether it was the road itself, or maybe trees, or the sunrise, or whatever) gave me this overwhelming feeling of being back in Meru. For those who are actually interested in my blog and read it from time to time but still don’t know – I recently returned from a mission trip to Meru, Kenya (that’s East Africa, just South of the “Horn”). Amidst all the political riots and ethnic cleansing, we were called over there to build a chicken house and hatchery for the Kaaga Methodist Church in Meru. It really was an amazing trip (side note: I plan on typing up my daily journal entries from the trip and posting them on the blog to let everyone see everything that happened to us while over there – they’ll have to be done in segments - so, be on the look-out for those in the coming weeks).
Anyway, this morning’s drive reminded me of one particular day in Meru where we visited the Kaaga School for the Deaf. I don’t know if it was the particular circumstances some of these children or if it was the fact that, as a father, I have been changed. I mean, first and foremost, I was already in awe of simply being in Africa. The scenery in and of itself was just unbelievable – not to mention completely different from what I had anticipated. Going into it, I thought the environment would be like that of Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls - grass huts and desert, with everyone walking around in loincloths. It was not at all like that! There was a lot of poverty – don’t get me wrong – and it was grossly stricken with HIV/AIDS…..but for the most part, Kenya has one of the most stable economies and governments on the whole continent of Africa…..at least until this last election, which saw a ton of bloodshed and almost killed our mission – but God is much, much bigger than political turmoil. But, back to the environment – Meru is located just East of the Congo. So, when I say vibrant and rich with soil and fruit trees, mountains, rain and green, green, green…..it is plush……I’m saying it was night and day different from what I expected Africa to look like - it is absolutely beautiful!
But this particular school was, like I said, a school for the deaf. Now, the schools in Meru go everyday for like three months and then they have a month off, go for three months, and so on. The deaf school, however, was shut-in for the three months the children were there. So, at school, these children thrive – they can communicate with each other and their teachers…most don’t want to go home when school is out. It makes sense why they wouldn’t…….I mean, when they go home – they can’t communicate with their parents or anyone. Their parents can’t understand them and just sort of leave them out of everything and try to just put up with them for the time they are home. And so they are just starved for affection. It was said by the Head Mistress that, the parents of these deaf children are so uneducated about the hearing impaired that they honestly believe if they can hit their child hard enough in the head, they will get their hearing back. So, not only do children have hearing impairments, a lot of them have physical impairments, as well.
Now, walking into the school already knowing that fact just seemed to make the experience that much more powerful. These children were so vibrant and full of life – they loved us and wanted to touch us….they were so awesome. The kids bum-rushed us as soon as we entered and one child specifically, Nicklaz, would not let go of me. He pushed the other kids away from me when they tried to get close to me. He was my special friend and not a day goes by when I don’t pray for him and think of him.
But, this morning for some reason, I was just reminded of that experience and the fact that I was completely broken-hearted for those children. I remember, as we left, I told one of the ladies we were with to tell the children that “In America, we hug to say “I love you.’” And I knelt down and was immediately trampled by children who wanted hugs. I hugged as many as I could and as we were leaving, every child was giving us the sign language symbol for “I love you.” I just broke down – and I’m not a crier. But, I bawled like a little thirteen year-old girl who just got dumped by her first boyfriend. It was brutal.
Why I was struck by that memory (and whatever sparked it this morning), I don’t know. I just know how affected I was that particular day. I don’t know those children like I know my son and daughter – I don’t even know their names (except Nicklaz). But, I know I wanted to play with them like I play with Eli until we all puked and passed out from exhaustion.
I guess the key take-away from that day in Meru (and I remember writing this in my journal) was the fact that I never wanted a day to go by where Eli and Addy didn’t fully know how much they were loved by their daddy. I wanted them to know, without doubt, EVERYDAY that they are my entire life and that I love both of them so much. I wanted to come home and roll around in the back yard with Eli and smother him with kisses and hugs. I wanted to hold Addy in my arms and fall asleep in the recliner with her and kiss her little heart-shaped baby lips. It’s amazing how much we take for granted – or at least, how much I took for granted. I had to go to Africa to understand the needs of my own children – that, in and of itself – is heart-breaking for me.
Be blessed,
-Moad!
Anyway, this morning’s drive reminded me of one particular day in Meru where we visited the Kaaga School for the Deaf. I don’t know if it was the particular circumstances some of these children or if it was the fact that, as a father, I have been changed. I mean, first and foremost, I was already in awe of simply being in Africa. The scenery in and of itself was just unbelievable – not to mention completely different from what I had anticipated. Going into it, I thought the environment would be like that of Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls - grass huts and desert, with everyone walking around in loincloths. It was not at all like that! There was a lot of poverty – don’t get me wrong – and it was grossly stricken with HIV/AIDS…..but for the most part, Kenya has one of the most stable economies and governments on the whole continent of Africa…..at least until this last election, which saw a ton of bloodshed and almost killed our mission – but God is much, much bigger than political turmoil. But, back to the environment – Meru is located just East of the Congo. So, when I say vibrant and rich with soil and fruit trees, mountains, rain and green, green, green…..it is plush……I’m saying it was night and day different from what I expected Africa to look like - it is absolutely beautiful!
But this particular school was, like I said, a school for the deaf. Now, the schools in Meru go everyday for like three months and then they have a month off, go for three months, and so on. The deaf school, however, was shut-in for the three months the children were there. So, at school, these children thrive – they can communicate with each other and their teachers…most don’t want to go home when school is out. It makes sense why they wouldn’t…….I mean, when they go home – they can’t communicate with their parents or anyone. Their parents can’t understand them and just sort of leave them out of everything and try to just put up with them for the time they are home. And so they are just starved for affection. It was said by the Head Mistress that, the parents of these deaf children are so uneducated about the hearing impaired that they honestly believe if they can hit their child hard enough in the head, they will get their hearing back. So, not only do children have hearing impairments, a lot of them have physical impairments, as well.
Now, walking into the school already knowing that fact just seemed to make the experience that much more powerful. These children were so vibrant and full of life – they loved us and wanted to touch us….they were so awesome. The kids bum-rushed us as soon as we entered and one child specifically, Nicklaz, would not let go of me. He pushed the other kids away from me when they tried to get close to me. He was my special friend and not a day goes by when I don’t pray for him and think of him.
But, this morning for some reason, I was just reminded of that experience and the fact that I was completely broken-hearted for those children. I remember, as we left, I told one of the ladies we were with to tell the children that “In America, we hug to say “I love you.’” And I knelt down and was immediately trampled by children who wanted hugs. I hugged as many as I could and as we were leaving, every child was giving us the sign language symbol for “I love you.” I just broke down – and I’m not a crier. But, I bawled like a little thirteen year-old girl who just got dumped by her first boyfriend. It was brutal.
Why I was struck by that memory (and whatever sparked it this morning), I don’t know. I just know how affected I was that particular day. I don’t know those children like I know my son and daughter – I don’t even know their names (except Nicklaz). But, I know I wanted to play with them like I play with Eli until we all puked and passed out from exhaustion.
I guess the key take-away from that day in Meru (and I remember writing this in my journal) was the fact that I never wanted a day to go by where Eli and Addy didn’t fully know how much they were loved by their daddy. I wanted them to know, without doubt, EVERYDAY that they are my entire life and that I love both of them so much. I wanted to come home and roll around in the back yard with Eli and smother him with kisses and hugs. I wanted to hold Addy in my arms and fall asleep in the recliner with her and kiss her little heart-shaped baby lips. It’s amazing how much we take for granted – or at least, how much I took for granted. I had to go to Africa to understand the needs of my own children – that, in and of itself – is heart-breaking for me.
Be blessed,
-Moad!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
You want me to do what.....?
The most fundamental element of worship begins and ends with obedience. If there is one thing the Lord wants from us it is for us to obey Him. So many times, we come into a church building or a concert hall and sing songs about Him and even to Him without ever really being obedient to Him. We spend time listening to pastors preach the Word……we sometimes nod and say the occasional “Amen!” But do we really apply it to our lives?
We all get ourselves into situations where we are faced with a trying decision. On the one hand, we can choose what we know is the right thing to do (although, chances are, it’s going to be a bit of a struggle) or we can choose an alternate path that seems to be the easiest solution (but, for some reason, doesn’t really feel right). All the while, somewhere in the back of our minds, that spark of Truth comes out and hits us like a ton of bricks. We can see the right thing to do but still we choose the alternate path that inevitably leads to our destruction. It happens every single day. There are millions of people going through this very situation as we speak.
See, we can play church all we want to. We can show up on Sunday mornings expecting to possibly encounter God on some level......but don’t…..and when we don’t it’s because we aren’t being obedient to Him. There are also times we come into a worship service not having any expectations of anything at all but end up truly experiencing Him in a way we've never done before.......just to eventually leave the service (or bible study or what have you) and feel that fire slowly start to dwindle. We all know what generally happens next, right? We inevitably revert back to our "old selves" and live lives in direct opposition and disobedience.
Honestly, I see it all the time. I see it with adults. I see it with youth. I see it in lay leaders. I even see it with staff members at times. I've experienced it myself at times. But, in all honesty, one thing we have to understand whole-heartedly is that being Christian DOES NOT mean things are peachy 24/7. That’s hardly ever the case! It's a fairly well-known fact that we, as believers, have occasional seasons of drought and despair where we cannot sense the Holy Spirit in our lives. The droughts I speak of are the "peaks and valleys" we’ve all heard about a hundred times from the pews our whole lives. Therefore, it should be no surprise whatsoever to figure out that being a Christian (especially in this day and age) is difficult. It’s difficult at any age, young or old.
But the most important thing to remember is that when we are in this valley……when we are at our lowest…… that is the most critical time to put into practice the single-most fundamental element of praise and worship – obedience! It's easy to say we are obedient - but do our lives reflect that? I mean.....honestly? When the Lord tells us to get on our faces and worship – then we need to get on our faces and worship. When the Lord is asking us to sing – we need to sing praises to Him at the top of our lungs. If God says dance – we, first and foremost need to consider ourselves blessed, and then we need to dance in joyful victory because of the triumph in our future. When we feel the need to pray – we absolutely must pray and pray fervently to our Heavenly Father, our Creator, and our best Friend, declaring in the Name of Jesus the power and authority we have been given to overcome the wiles of “old red legs!” That is worship! That is power! Use it....and be used by it......that's obedience at its finest!
Thoughts?
Manifest Blessings,
-Moad!
We all get ourselves into situations where we are faced with a trying decision. On the one hand, we can choose what we know is the right thing to do (although, chances are, it’s going to be a bit of a struggle) or we can choose an alternate path that seems to be the easiest solution (but, for some reason, doesn’t really feel right). All the while, somewhere in the back of our minds, that spark of Truth comes out and hits us like a ton of bricks. We can see the right thing to do but still we choose the alternate path that inevitably leads to our destruction. It happens every single day. There are millions of people going through this very situation as we speak.
See, we can play church all we want to. We can show up on Sunday mornings expecting to possibly encounter God on some level......but don’t…..and when we don’t it’s because we aren’t being obedient to Him. There are also times we come into a worship service not having any expectations of anything at all but end up truly experiencing Him in a way we've never done before.......just to eventually leave the service (or bible study or what have you) and feel that fire slowly start to dwindle. We all know what generally happens next, right? We inevitably revert back to our "old selves" and live lives in direct opposition and disobedience.
Honestly, I see it all the time. I see it with adults. I see it with youth. I see it in lay leaders. I even see it with staff members at times. I've experienced it myself at times. But, in all honesty, one thing we have to understand whole-heartedly is that being Christian DOES NOT mean things are peachy 24/7. That’s hardly ever the case! It's a fairly well-known fact that we, as believers, have occasional seasons of drought and despair where we cannot sense the Holy Spirit in our lives. The droughts I speak of are the "peaks and valleys" we’ve all heard about a hundred times from the pews our whole lives. Therefore, it should be no surprise whatsoever to figure out that being a Christian (especially in this day and age) is difficult. It’s difficult at any age, young or old.
But the most important thing to remember is that when we are in this valley……when we are at our lowest…… that is the most critical time to put into practice the single-most fundamental element of praise and worship – obedience! It's easy to say we are obedient - but do our lives reflect that? I mean.....honestly? When the Lord tells us to get on our faces and worship – then we need to get on our faces and worship. When the Lord is asking us to sing – we need to sing praises to Him at the top of our lungs. If God says dance – we, first and foremost need to consider ourselves blessed, and then we need to dance in joyful victory because of the triumph in our future. When we feel the need to pray – we absolutely must pray and pray fervently to our Heavenly Father, our Creator, and our best Friend, declaring in the Name of Jesus the power and authority we have been given to overcome the wiles of “old red legs!” That is worship! That is power! Use it....and be used by it......that's obedience at its finest!
Thoughts?
Manifest Blessings,
-Moad!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Who does that.....I mean, really?
So, of course it never fails when something huge happens in my life I have to wait four or five months to give any sort of update or write about it because my work blocks my blog. Who does that anyway, I mean, really? It's a bunch of pooh!
I've obviously added a picture of Addy.......my little baby girl.......so everyone can see how pretty she is. Hopefully you're able to view the pics (Sandy, Ginger told me you've been reading my blogs and wondering where I've been.......I haven't died or anything - just blocked! - So, hello, and enjoy and I think it's funny that you're actually interested in my twisted and ridiculoulsy stupid thoughts about the dumbest things ever! But, hey, I have to live with them).
Anyway, my wife and I are ecstatic about our newest addition and Eli loves her madly. You should see her face when he speaks to her - it's absolutely the coolest thing in the world.....her little mouth opens with the biggest, widest, and most precious little smile you can imagine. She simply adores her big brother. She's getting big and it's quite depressing, I must say. The wife is already talking about wanting to try and have another. Honestly, in my mind, I'm thinking, "Holy crap......we've got a five-year-old boy who's always into something and has a mouth on him like mine in my teenage years. Not to mention a five-month-old with a double ear infection who's currently ticked at the world and taking it out on mom and dad.......but, hey, why not try for another - at least the practice will be fun." To be truthful, though, I wouldn't mind having another kiddo - they're awesome! But, I think my wife is a bit disillusioned at the fact she now has a little girl she can put bows on and dresses on and paint toe nails and all the girlie stuff. Which I'm all for....at least until she gets to be about fourteen and wearing stuff that shows her butt and stomach - and then it's on! NO dating, NO telephone, NO leaving the house dressed like that!!!! Absolutely NO possible way! Then she'll probably give me her little pouty lip and puppy-dog eyes and I'm sure I'll melt and give in - just like her mother does to me now! It hasn't happened yet, but when it does, I'm pretty sure it's gonna suck something fierce!
But, that's the thing with kids, right? They're supposed to play their parents. I did it......honestly, I still do! My mom loves me way more than the rest of her children - because I didn't get caught playing her. Do I regret it? Sometimes. But the fact that she knew I was getting into trouble didn't seem to stop her from letting me learn for myself. When I messed up (and I messed up a lot) my mom and I talked about the fact that she let me hang myself........and it still didn't stop me from trying to manipulate the system the very next time I could. If I wanted something, I'd pout and give the puppy-dog eyes, and she would give in. At least, I thought she gave in - see, now, as a parent, I really think she knew what she was doing all along. So, really, it was a bit of reverse psychology on her part. Which, that's okay, I ain't mad at her! I'm learning about it so that when that day comes, and Eli and Addy start trying to play me and Ashley, I'll know all about it - and prayerfully be smarter about it - so that they can't figure out that I know what they're up to. But, then again - it could completely backfire on me. Let's hope it doesn't!
Anyway, these are just my thoughts - what are yours?
Have a good'n,
-Moad!
I've obviously added a picture of Addy.......my little baby girl.......so everyone can see how pretty she is. Hopefully you're able to view the pics (Sandy, Ginger told me you've been reading my blogs and wondering where I've been.......I haven't died or anything - just blocked! - So, hello, and enjoy and I think it's funny that you're actually interested in my twisted and ridiculoulsy stupid thoughts about the dumbest things ever! But, hey, I have to live with them).
Anyway, my wife and I are ecstatic about our newest addition and Eli loves her madly. You should see her face when he speaks to her - it's absolutely the coolest thing in the world.....her little mouth opens with the biggest, widest, and most precious little smile you can imagine. She simply adores her big brother. She's getting big and it's quite depressing, I must say. The wife is already talking about wanting to try and have another. Honestly, in my mind, I'm thinking, "Holy crap......we've got a five-year-old boy who's always into something and has a mouth on him like mine in my teenage years. Not to mention a five-month-old with a double ear infection who's currently ticked at the world and taking it out on mom and dad.......but, hey, why not try for another - at least the practice will be fun." To be truthful, though, I wouldn't mind having another kiddo - they're awesome! But, I think my wife is a bit disillusioned at the fact she now has a little girl she can put bows on and dresses on and paint toe nails and all the girlie stuff. Which I'm all for....at least until she gets to be about fourteen and wearing stuff that shows her butt and stomach - and then it's on! NO dating, NO telephone, NO leaving the house dressed like that!!!! Absolutely NO possible way! Then she'll probably give me her little pouty lip and puppy-dog eyes and I'm sure I'll melt and give in - just like her mother does to me now! It hasn't happened yet, but when it does, I'm pretty sure it's gonna suck something fierce!
But, that's the thing with kids, right? They're supposed to play their parents. I did it......honestly, I still do! My mom loves me way more than the rest of her children - because I didn't get caught playing her. Do I regret it? Sometimes. But the fact that she knew I was getting into trouble didn't seem to stop her from letting me learn for myself. When I messed up (and I messed up a lot) my mom and I talked about the fact that she let me hang myself........and it still didn't stop me from trying to manipulate the system the very next time I could. If I wanted something, I'd pout and give the puppy-dog eyes, and she would give in. At least, I thought she gave in - see, now, as a parent, I really think she knew what she was doing all along. So, really, it was a bit of reverse psychology on her part. Which, that's okay, I ain't mad at her! I'm learning about it so that when that day comes, and Eli and Addy start trying to play me and Ashley, I'll know all about it - and prayerfully be smarter about it - so that they can't figure out that I know what they're up to. But, then again - it could completely backfire on me. Let's hope it doesn't!
Anyway, these are just my thoughts - what are yours?
Have a good'n,
-Moad!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Updates....
Hello, all....
I have not been able to blog for the last few months due to some untimely issues with our server at work (my work blocked the site). For the time being, anyhow, I am able to write a little (or at least until they find out and block me again).
The last few months have proven to once again be the work of our Heavenly Father in every aspect and area of life. My wife and I had a beautiful baby girl, Addyson Grayce Moad, born November 10, 2007. She weighed almost eight lbs., 21 inches long, and an afro the size of Texas. It was awesome! Seriously, a jet-black fro! My wife loves it because she gets to do all kinds of girly things like put bows in her hair and stuff. Truth be told, I think it's pretty cool, too......but if my wife asks, I think it's the dumbest thing ever.
I also recently returned to the U.S. after a 16-day stint in Meru, Kenya (which I will write more in depth about later....complete with photos, as I plan on copying a journal I kept throughout the trip). Our mission completely ruined me to the life I previously lead and gave me a significantly different outlook on material possessions and life in general. But, again, I will post journal entries as time allows.
For now, I must go. So, for those of you who actually read any of my previous blogs, I'm not dead....just blocked for a while. Keep an eye out for new updates.
In Him,
-Stephen!
I have not been able to blog for the last few months due to some untimely issues with our server at work (my work blocked the site). For the time being, anyhow, I am able to write a little (or at least until they find out and block me again).
The last few months have proven to once again be the work of our Heavenly Father in every aspect and area of life. My wife and I had a beautiful baby girl, Addyson Grayce Moad, born November 10, 2007. She weighed almost eight lbs., 21 inches long, and an afro the size of Texas. It was awesome! Seriously, a jet-black fro! My wife loves it because she gets to do all kinds of girly things like put bows in her hair and stuff. Truth be told, I think it's pretty cool, too......but if my wife asks, I think it's the dumbest thing ever.
I also recently returned to the U.S. after a 16-day stint in Meru, Kenya (which I will write more in depth about later....complete with photos, as I plan on copying a journal I kept throughout the trip). Our mission completely ruined me to the life I previously lead and gave me a significantly different outlook on material possessions and life in general. But, again, I will post journal entries as time allows.
For now, I must go. So, for those of you who actually read any of my previous blogs, I'm not dead....just blocked for a while. Keep an eye out for new updates.
In Him,
-Stephen!
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