Happy Father’s Day

brenda2Again, I’m happy to present guest blogger Brenda Aman. I’m honored to work along side her at Neighborhood Church. She possesses rare combinations of wisdom, maturity, compassion, and no-nonsense work ethic. She shared this Father’s Day devotional with our staff, and with her permission, I share it with you. 


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Father’s Day 2013

This weekend the world celebrates Father’s Day. In our busy lives, it is good that we are forced to take a moment and recognize our dads, grandfathers and spiritual dads. I have been blessed by four incredible men who have poured into my life. I had a wonderful father who unfortunately passed away a few years ago, and he taught me about unconditional love and nurturing that I carry with me.  My grandfather modeled and taught me work ethic. Mr. French, my Sunday school and spiritual teacher, taught me about Jesus. Dan Kruse, my spiritual mentor, taught me the wisdom to listen quickly and speak slowly. It has been their love and nurturing in my life that helped build the woman I am today. Continue reading


Ramping UP

The ladder is temporary. The green canvas is a sun-shade awning.

Hey, sorry for the big gap between posts. Summers used to be lazy, hazy, crazy days; now they’re just crazy. I feel like I’ve been sprinting for the last couple of months. Building plans for church. Seeking God for resources for that. Figuring out ways to embrace every person that God sends to Neighborhood Church so they experience God’s love… even when sometimes we feel out of space. Then planning 10 talks for Alliance Redwoods High School Camp. What an awesome privilege! Over 30 students responded to the invitation to receive Christ on Wed nite.

My family has been extra-patient, and my children know me as the guy with the laptop glued to his lap… so I promised a treehouse when I came home from camp.  It’s a work in progress, but here it is. I started the 2nd day after camp, and have been adding cool stuff every couple of days.

A fully functional trap door. You can open it from the ground level (the purple rope). Then you climb up the green rope.

Trap door, viewed from ground level.

Favorite thing: an 8-foot wide sling shot (you can see the surgical tubing) to fire tennis balls.

Other cool stuff:

  • Flags… pirate for my son, ladybugs for my daughter
  • Mailbox… for secret deliveries.
  • Bucket… rope and pulley.
  • Climbing rope… soft rope w/knots
  • Swings (x2)
  • Entry bell… loud, ground level.
  • Triangle bell… medium, upper level
  • Canvas sun shade.
  • Tube of Deliverance… a 25-foot long corrugated pipe that winds around and drops golf balls into the bucket.
  • Singshot… 8-foot wide, surgical tubing, shoots tennis balls hundreds of feet.
  • Coming soon: slide, plank (as in “walk the…”), crow’s nest, fireman’s pole, and whatever else comes to mind.

Whew! Kids love it. Margi loves it. I love it.  I just hope the wildlife doesn’t love it! Kids are already begging to sleep over night… Oh yay!

Heading to Chicago (YAY!) in a few weeks for my nieces wedding. My kids are standing up, I’m officiating, and my wife’s coordinating.  A good time will be had by all. Lou Malnati’s pizza, get a table ready for me!

Yep, we’re already planning for the fall and beyond at church, so keep us in prayer!  God is doing amazing things through the people of our church, and I’m so excited. I’m also involved in the growing A.W. Tozer Theological Seminary, and that’s been awesome. A few writing projects in various stages of evaluation, too. Other stuff as well, but I finally feel I can come up for some air.

Maxgrace.com has been wooing me back, begging, beckoning, at times even nagging, so here I am. Thanks for hanging in there with me.


Dear Kevin’s Mom and Dad,

caperacres2.jpegDear Kevin’s Mom and Dad,

We met your five-year-old son at the park today. A large play-park in Chico, over an hour’s drive from our home. He played with my two kids, ages 5 and 6. He just latched on to us. We had a nice time, and Kevin seemed very sweet.

We played with Kevin and another boy, Timmy–whose dad was right there–for a solid hour. During that hour, no grown-up checked in with Kevin at all. No adult supervised him, other than my wife and me–two total strangers. Continue reading