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“Other people think the ship is sinking. The apostle thinks the ship is becoming a submarine.”

Jones, Peyton. Church Zero: Raising 1st Century Churches out of the Ashes of the 21st Century Church (p. 85). David C Cook. Kindle Edition.

So in the interest of equality, I am now all in regarding this National Kid thing.  So, here’s a picture of my son Josh from back in the day (at least the back of him):

We live in the woods. It looks like Fall. It smells like Fall. It feels like Fall. So, why must my wife buy decorations reminding us that it is indeed–Fall?

I have the privilege of investing in the lives of 6 other pastors twice a month.  They are scattered to the north as far as Marquette, MI in the Upper Peninsula and to the south in Detroit. The beauty is that we don’t leave our offices but collaborate via Zoom video conferencing.  This could never be a substitute for biblical community, but we really are able to cover a lot of breadth and depth in a short period of time together.  I look forward to connecting with them in the flesh next month.  In the meantime, I am exceedingly thankful for the technology that makes our virtual meetings possible.

Part of my childhood dies today.  That may sound a bit overly dramatic, and perhaps it is, but Marty Brennaman, the voice of Cincinnati Reds baseball, retires today after 46 years.  It’s the same voice that would put me to sleep while growing up in Northwest Ohio.  It’s the same voice I would attempt to decipher through the static of my AM radio when living in Northern Michigan.  And it’s the same voice I would hear clearly through the internet while living in Southern California. I have never known a summer without the voice of Marty Brennaman.  Lord willing, there will be many more summers of Reds baseball, but they won’t be quite the same.  Thanks Marty for being the soundtrack of so many summer nights.

Apparently I missed this whole National Daughter Day thing.  Shouldn’t there be some kind of notification on my phone or something?  So blessed to call Anna Zaucha my daughter.

“When we think of unreached people groups, we envision intrepid missionaries taking the gospel to a place where the name of Jesus has never been spoken.  But many American pastors are faced with a similarly daunting task:  to bring Jesus to a place where He is admired but not worshiped, where God is a grandpa in the sky, where many of their congregants are “good people” who don’t know they need to be saved.  Like their New Testament counterparts from Matthew 7, they know religion, but don’t realize that their religion is the very thing from which they need to be saved.” (pg. 30)

(I will be in big trouble for this  picture from more than a few years ago, but it will be worth it).  Anna is now 2 weeks past the surgery to deal with thyroid cancer by having the thyroid removed.  She had her follow-up appointments yesterday and everything looks very encouraging. She has been a trooper, and is back in Milwaukee and finishing out her summer internship.  I have had many reasons to be proud of Anna over the years, but to see her faith in action in dealing with this trial has been such a blessing.  Thanks to all of you who have been lifting her up in prayer.  God has been an ever-present help.