A Slower Pace

As I have stated before, our family is in “church seek” mode. We have been to quite a few churches and services across a wide spectrum. Many of the sermons have spoke to me but I have been very impressed with the messages from our local mega-church. In fact, so much that my wife and I have gone back on their website to watch previous sermons and messages given before we started going.

We watched one this afternoon together as a couple entitled “Pulling the Weeds“. It was a great message and really cuts to the heart of why we as Christians don’t always seem fulfilled, don’t always receive answered prayer, or don’t always grow productive fruit. I won’t bother to say much more because the lector conveys it much better than I can.

So what are you waiting for — go watch it here.

And then get to work on your spiritual garden pulling the weeds.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

When we first moved to Kentucky, the weather caught us off guard (read about it here, here, and here). While snow and ice don’t make a habit of lingering around Kentucky like they do in Michigan or Minnesota, it does snow here. When it does, the roads are unpleasant. So one of the first things we purchased when we moved here was a 4×4 Chevrolet Tahoe for my wife to get around in. That was 5 1/2 years ago.

Today her truck hit a milestone.

Pretty cool. The last time this happened for one of my vehicles, it was here.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

My son was describing something from a movie to my wife. He said something to the effect of “One of the mooses from the forest…..”

I caught him and convinced him and my daughter that the plural of “moose” was “meese”. Just like the plural of goose is geese.

I tried not to laugh as they tested and questioned me and then finally bought it and my son restated the question. “One of the meese from the forest…..”

Which is when I laughed and dropped the charade. And all I got was “Daaaaddddd!!!!!”

I funny!

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

“Christ paid the price
and we get the change”

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

Isn’t this picture ironic? (Note the sign and corporate branding on the fuel pump.)

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

This prayer recently came to me during my devotion time.

“Thank you, Lord, for releasing me from judgment day through the blood of your son, Jesus. Now I pray that you release me from judging.”

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

This morning’s sunrise wake up call was utterly spectacular. I snapped a cellphone picture of it but a friend posted this picture on Facebook and it blew away my dinky cell pix so I am stealing it.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

“Conscience is God’s way of installing
an early warning system in us”

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

This is what bid us goodbye this evening.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

Yesterday evening was a gorgeous ending to a nice day. It didn’t start well. A dark menacing cloud and front greeted our exit from a church we were visiting for the first time. Great music, a good message and very friendly people. It was windy and there were a few sprinkles but nothing like the dumping of rain I saw on the NASCAR Pocono race. Soon enough, before lunch, all the wind blew out the front and all that remained was a nice sunny, breezy day. While it was in the 80’s, the breeze kept it nice enough to work outside.

The wind died down and made for a truly nice evening to sit on the porch and watch the kids play. Soon enough I joined them and we started up a game of baseball. This time, rather than play it down by the treeline so the dogs couldn’t get the ball, we played closer to the house because my oldest daughter was fielding in the outfield.

When she got bored, as teens do, she silently put down the glove and headed inside. We continued play, but our black lab made it quite challenging. If any ball made it past me as pitcher, she would get it and run around causing a delay of game. But then an idea hit me.

I ran inside and cut up the leftover venison steak my son didn’t eat (which really surprised me) and put it in a plastic Lowes bag and tied it around my belt loop. Now whenever a ball would go in the outfield, she would get it and I would reach inside the bag and grab a little piece of meat and encourage her to “Come”. While it took a little while for the first several hits, she finally got the hang of it and it really enhanced our game. So now we have the kids taking turns hitting and playing catcher, me pitching, and the dog playing outfield (as long as I have treats to give to her).

I think this will work out nicely all summer.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net