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Grace is Power…

February 19, 2011 / Seán / 2 Comments

Just four young adults and a veteran Toyota Corolla sporting new snow tires…

That was us a few weeks ago. The trip was originally planned for 6, but God had other ideas.

It was a trip like none other. We sorely missed having our parents along, but even in that I see the hand of Providence. He wanted this trip to be different. and different it was.

Our world is changing. I mean, the world of 4 young people from the edge of nowhere who love to work together, pray together, play together, serve together, sing together… And cry on each other’s shoulders.

We hear the tread of armies. Constantly.

And we see the gleams of a golden morning…

All at once we are noting in the world around us things that we’ve never perceived before.

Some things that not that long ago had little or no influence on our personal lives are fast becoming our reasons for living.

I have no way to explain it, other than the fact that we’ve been captivated by Grace.

In all my years I cannot remember another time when the four of us have jumped into the car after a day on the slopes with young friends, pulled off our helmets (hair to the four winds) and had nothing to talk about all the way down the mountain but Jesus…

He is so irresistible. And every time I turned around, I was looking into the face of another long-time friend and seeing the same thing written there. (for the first time)

I can’t remember another time when one moment, I could be speeding down an icy road on a sled, surrounded by shouts of laughter and high spirits, and the next moment be on my back looking up at the blue sky saying “My Jesus, I love You…” (And the next moment be speeding down the icy hill again.)

I have never seen so much of Jesus in His children… Everywhere I turned, I caught another glimpse of His face.

Our world is changing…
Or maybe not.
Maybe we’re just tasting more of His grace… And He’s changing the things we love, and the things we live for. Maybe that’s why we don’t pray for happiness, but for usefulness. Why we gladly exchange fun times for the pursuit of His glory…

I never imagined that broken pieces could be this happy…

Grace is power.
What it touches, changes.

Eternal Weight of Glory, serving You is joy unspeakable!
Please keep us in Your hand…

Scars

February 15, 2011 / Seán / 5 Comments

Deep sigh.

Silence.

Staring at nothingness.

I leaned back in my desk chair while the reality settled in…

“…He is pleading His wounds—‘My hands, my hands!’ ‘I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands.’”*

And all at once I closed my eyes and I could almost see Him…

–See Him standing in the throne room, turning for just a moment from the painful sight of yet another failure, to face His Father.

With tears in His eyes, and tears in His voice–

“Abba–

Abba, My hands…

Look at My hands!”

* * * * * * *

You and I know those beautiful hands were forever ruined saving us. A friend of mine once noted that they might be more than just perpetually scabbed. What if they are permanently disfigured?

My hands tremble, and my eyes fill with tears, even as I type.

But you know what moves me yet more?

It’s the second part.

“I have graven thee…”

It’s my name that is carved on His beautiful hands. Carved with a Roman nail.

My name is a scar on His perfect Person.

But He is not ashamed of me.

Indeed not. Rather, He holds me up before His Father, and says “Look at My hands…”

And “swift angels are sent to minister to fallen man, to lift up and to sustain.”*

This is Love.

Only love can call scars trophies.

*{RH January 4, 1887, par. 15}

Seventeen – Smiles Against All Odds.

January 23, 2011 / Seán / 6 Comments

An excursion down memory lane just landed me on some old treasures… A few would probably make you smile, (maybe they’ll have their chance in the near future) but one in particular rivets me this morning…

The year I learned to pray.

I knew something special was going on even back then, but now I really see it. And to this day, that nine-letter word dances on my tongue whenever my friends start talking about the best years of their lives.

Seventeen.

That was a loaded year. A year of transitions… And one of the fullest and toughest of my life.

But it was pure happiness.

I still remember standing in line to register for classes at a public university… And thinking over and over again on the first day of classes: “What on earth am I doing here?”

But what I remember more is being in that treasured spot in library at the top of the hill, day after day, every time the clock in the bell tower struck 12:00, to keep an appointment…

It didn’t start there, of course. It started months and months earlier on the hillside at home. In fact, it was probably the greatest factor in my finishing 4 years of high school in a year and a half.

It was “quiet hour.”

Just me, and my God, and my journal.

And just as I had done all the year through when normal life, well meaning people, interruptions and “important” things tried to eclipse it, I had to fight to keep it. I had quite the time scheduling and re-scheduling 19 credits to keep it free.

Am I ever glad I did…

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My life looks a bit different now.

Instead of 19 credits, it’s the joys and challenges of virtually full-time ministry with books to write, CDs to record, planes to catch, people to love, the gospel to share, and our lives to pour out… (for which we both tremble, and thank our God constantly)

And there are the duties of home to make all of that logistically possible… 2 corporations soon to be 4, (for myself and my brother) the joys and responsibilities of being family, such as helping to maintain home and property, gardens and a greenhouse, and claiming my share of the honor of taking care of a grandmother with severe dementia…

But still. Still…

My life is pure happiness.

Even though I am always facing impossible odds.

There’s just nothing in the world like shedding everything for a moment (or an hour) right when it feels like it’s going to kill you, and leaning on Jesus with your head on His knee…

Smiles against all odds…

I still call 17 the best year of my life.

But maybe that’s not really fair… For since then, they have only gotten better.

Too Good to Be True?

January 19, 2011 / Seán / 3 Comments

The word is invigorated.

Or as my beautiful little sister put it on the way back to Boston Logan after a full weekend–

“You always end with the upper hand if you’re on the right team….”

The God we serve defies the bounds of human logic. I decided that afresh while kneeling once again by the little pile of rocks where I begged for words last week. This time, laughing and crying at once–

“My Jesus! You’re too good to be…to be…

True?!?

No… Too good not to be True.”

Surrender to Conquer was the theme of the Northeast Youth Retreat this year…

And the paradox has been driven home for me.

Jesus, keep us faithful…

Photos: Elwyn Garaza & Joshua Nebblett

God is Good… [And the year in photos]

January 12, 2011 / Seán / 0 Comments

God is good.

Oh, so good.

That’s my theme song these days…

My feet are finally “back to normal,” (after the miles logged in dress shoes in Baltimore :)) but my heart has only started singing.

Though GYC flew by in somewhat of a blur, God still found ways to articulate His grace to me… Sometimes through thunderous throng, sometimes through stunning silence…

Every time, right when I most needed a hand to hold.

When a third of us flew home on a few hours notice partway through to be with my dying grandfather, that’s when grace swept me right off my feet, in more ways than one. It still makes my heart warm to think about it.

He used sandwiches. One offered, and one bought for me even though I thought I wasn’t hungry. He used a 120-voice choir on its knees. He used the tears in a stranger’s eyes when she said how she’d been blessed. He used Elder Wilson’s compassionate words and prayers. He used the sound of 5,500 voices coming towards me during closing song. He used the prayer room. He used my amazing committee members. He used my little sister’s head resting on my shoulder. He used three hundred smiles from strangers, a “picnic” lunch with old friends and new faces, a solid vote of confidence…

And he used my own weakness.

Yes, God is good.

Oh thank You, Your Grace…

Do it again next year.

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For those of you with interest in getting a taste of our year in photos… 🙂

Here is our year in pictures, &

Here are a few extra from Australia.

Australia

December 17, 2010 / Seán / 7 Comments

Home.

A strange mix of happy and sad I’ve never felt before…

Try loving, and praying, and preaching, and crying for souls…

And being loved by them, and then saying goodbye knowing there’s a good chance you will never meet again on this side of the gates of pearl.

Oh, I know.

I’ve done it before too. But this time was different.

A part of me is still in Australia.

And that part of me will never come home.

Maybe it was relinquishing claims to those hearts and hands

to trust them to the grip of One infinitely stronger and wiser…

Or maybe it was just realizing how small I am…

Or maybe it was something else…

Whatever the case, it makes my heart burn for Heaven.

Oh, let’s be faithful dear friends…

I want to meet you on the other side.

Thinking of Thanking…

November 27, 2010 / Seán / 3 Comments

While we’re here still thinking of thanking…

You know what I’m most thankful for?

Lifetimes.

Times to share life… With those around my same breakfast table, and way, way beyond.

We’ll be on the road again tomorrow (here we come, mates!) but before we off, I thought I’d share a few smiles from the last few weeks…

Utah: Rendezvous with old colleagues, and a good workout…

(…and smiles in the shade)

Michigan: Ministry, and beloved old stomping grounds

I grew up back here…

(And the old swing is still there, 12 years later.)

San Diego: Speaking at AMEN Conference

East Tennessee: Another friend’s wedding… 🙂

This time of life is unspeakably rich…

We’re treasuring the moments.

And the promises. 🙂

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Next stop: Australia…

There’ll Be More Leaves Next Year…

November 14, 2010 / Seán / 3 Comments

Stepping out into the 7-degree morning reminded me–

Seasons come, and seasons go.

As I stood there sniffing air so cold it tickled from my nose to my throat, I thought of something…

The change of seasons is really a constant cycle of life, growth, and total surrender.

I’m reminded of Bigger Dreams.

But this time the focus is a bit different.

Because before the young tree can hope to grow taller and stronger, and spread more leaves to the sky, it must first let go of everything it has.

Everything it has worked so hard for.

The very current of it’s life…

Every leaf must fall, to make way for a brighter tomorrow.

Those who don’t, might not have a tomorrow.

I’m somewhat a Michigan native, and I remember many times when the snow or ice came before the trees had made their total surrender. Too many of those trees never saw another spring…

Seasons come, and seasons go.

In life, and in the weather.

So while I await the unfolding of the next season of my life, my duty is clear:

Readiness. Willingness. Surrender.

There’ll be more leaves next year.

Captivity…

June 10, 2010 / Seán / 0 Comments

Isaiah 5

“Therefore have my people gone into captivity…”

Why?

Because they don’t know You, dear Jesus… (v.13) Neither have they known you. Because they have satisfied themselves with a form of Godliness, instead of seeking Your face. Existence is theirs, but they have no life. No power. No victory…

I’m sorry my Father, Faithful Judge. My heart breaks too… There is nothing more You could have done… (v.4)

But You will yet save them.

And Jesus… oh save me too. I am, one of them, after all.

Just let us come to know You.

“When He ascended on high, He led captivity captive, and gave gifts to men.” Eph. 4:8

Thanks guys…

April 16, 2010 / Seán / 3 Comments

To some of the highest quality young people I ever hope to rub shoulders with,

Thank You.

I can’t say it was my idea to roll credits, anchor the meetings, or stream a game of freeze tag live… Nor could I have pulled it all off if I had thought of it.

But you did.

Love you guys…