With My Own Eyes

2 AM alarm to be on the road to GR by 3 AM.  Excited/nervous to be traveling to Guatemala with worldorphans.org.  Hope to provide some updates along the way here on this site.  Thanks to our partners who are making this trip possible.  Please keep us in your prayers.

“May I learn to do good, Seek justice, Remove the oppressor, Defend the orphan, And plead for the widow. (Isaiah 1:17)”

Heading to Guatemala with these fine folks in September in partnership with World Orphans.

“Every awesome thing in creation is designed to point you to the One who alone is worthy of capturing and controlling the awe of your searching and hungry heart.”

Tripp, Paul David. Awe: Why It Matters for Everything We Think, Say, and Do (p. 21). Crossway. Kindle Edition.

Yep. There’s still some snow on the hills in the background.

This is how Jesus described the extravagant act of worship bestowed on him by the woman at Bethany (Matthew 26:10).  She broke open a flask of very expensive perfume and poured it on his head.  The disciples were quick to point out the “wasteful” nature of this action.  Yet, Jesus rebuked them.  He was honored by her lavish gift.  And she was lifted up as an example of what true worship looks like:  extravagant, costly, humbling, sacrificial.

I confess that I am more like the disciples than like the woman:  cautious, practical, functional, guarded.  As I am, so also is my worship.  Lord, teach me to be like the woman, extravagant in my worship. May I do unto you a beautiful thing.

This is my beach, my happy place.  Josh and I spent a glorious afternoon in Orlando a few weeks ago watching the Braves and Pirates play a spring training game.  It didn’t matter which players were on the field or who won the game.  It was baseball in the Florida sun.  Someday when I am old and rich I will spend the month of March in Florida and attend spring training games everyday.  (Christy needs a little convincin’)

Tomorrow is Opening Day for the MLB season.  Sadly my Cincinnati Reds have already declared the day a rainout.  What could be worse than waiting all winter for baseball and have Opening Day rained out?  OK, lots of things, but let me whine for just a minute anyway.  The good news is that baseball season is here.  In the words of Rogers Hornsby:  “People ask me what I do all winter when there’s no baseball.  I’ll tell you what I do.  I stare out the window and wait for spring.”