A great beginning to Christmas!!

We have some sweet friends who moved away to Alabama this summer. We miss them dearly and look forward to being with them again soon. They have always been generous and gracious friends, and this Christmas has not turned out any differently. Jason and Cayce, we love you guys and miss you and hope to see you soon!
~Karl, Kaley, Gabe, & Hallie

P.S. Last time in the car Hallie said, "Bye bye, see you later." We asked her where she was going and you know what she said? That's right, "ALABAMA!"

You Get What You Pay For

Listening to Eddie today at church I heard something I hadn't thought about before. He was challenging our idea of faith, and when we really have it. His sermon was from Matthew's account of Jesus calming the storm. He brought up the idea of when Jesus comes up and the guys are all freaking out, he calms the storm and then looks at his disciples and says, "Guys? What's the deal? Have you no faith?" (rough translation). Eddie asked us this question, "What does it take for you to have faith in Christ?" or something like that. Essentially, what has to happen for us to believe in Christ? Does he have to answer us everytime we call out in prayer? Does he have to heal every person we pray for, or show up at any moment he's called upon? What if he doesn't do what we ask him to do, does he deserve any less of our obedience?

The story of the calming of the storm is one where Jesus actually does a miracle, and yet seems to be rebuking the disciples for not having faith that he could, whether he did it or not. As if the only time they would agree to have faith in him was when they really didn't need it in the first place.

So it got me thinking, is this true for me? Am I waiting to really put my trust in Christ because he hasn't answered my "requests"? Is that really what I want my faith to be about? I can honestly say that I'd never thought of that, in that way before. I've never thought about how much I really do expect God to do what I want, and then when he doesn't "come through", I'm struggling with my faith. If I'm honest, that happens way more often than i'd care to admit. What's the point of having faith if you're never going to use it? I'll have to think some more about this one...thanks Eddie, my head hurts.

A new day has come

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face. It's hard to really believe what we were witness to last night, a truly historic thing, and watching the people in Grant Park, I couldn't help but smile and imagine what might be in the days, weeks, and months to come. I felt very proud to vote in this election, to be a part of helping our country move into a new day, with the first African American president, and to see that people from all races, economic backgrounds, etc had come together, united, because of a belief that working together we really can make a difference. I'm excited about the road ahead, looking forward to what's coming, trying to keep a realistic view of progress, but overall thankful for being alive at this time and in this place.

Like a cold glass of iced tea on a hot day

It's funny how God can remind you and speak to you often when you least expect it. Tonight I was surprised once again at his faithfulness as I listened to four of our students in LFC give their testimonies about how God is working in their lives. I have been excited about this night for awhile now, and even so, I was surprised at just how much God is working and how he always is. I don't know why it's so surprising to me, I believe He works, or at least I thought I did, but perhaps tonight was a reminder that believing and living it out are two different things. It's one thing to believe it, it's another to live as if it's true. I guess tonight I was reminded/challenged/confronted with the truth that I don't always live as though God is working in other people, my world seems to end at the end of my nose. But it was delightfully refreshing to get lost in the stories of God working in men and women who love him and want to live their lives to his glory. It was really refreshing. Lord, thanks for the grace and the love, for reminding me that this life is not about me, and how easily I can deceive myself into thinking it is. May you help me live tomorrow what I believe to be true in the depths of my heart, that you are living and active and at work in your people. I look forward to seeing your handiwork tomorrow!

Misc thoughts from inside...

Things have been a little crazy to say the least. We're in the midst of a new semester and tackling 1 Peter, I think a very appropriate letter to read for students at UT. I'm in and out of a funk over this Hurricane Ike thing. It's brought back a lot of memories from Katrina, and I've found that I'm struggling with a lot of emotions, and I wasn't even affected by it. I'm sad for all the people that have lost so much and now have nothing. I'm frustrated that so many people stayed behind and didn't get out when they had the chance. I'm sad and frustrated that so many had no friends or family to escape to, and I'm wondering why it seems like FEMA is not doing what it's supposed to do, why we can't get people food and water and tents. As you can tell, I'm all over the map with this stuff.

Anyway, one of the things that we're talking about from 1 Peter is about hope, and how we've been born again into a living hope. It's one thing to have hope when things are going well, when the stock market isn't plunging everyday, when there are no storms and no wars happening, when my little world is hitting on all cylinders. It's quite another to have hope when things are difficult, when times are hard, and nothing seems to be working.

I'm thankful for some conversations I've had lately with students about this very thing, about connecting with God and trusting that our faith in Him is real. I'm thankful for a God that's big enough to handle any question, and in the midst of hard times has promised to never leave us or forsake us. And I'm thankful for a community like LFC where we can be real with one another, we can have good and bad times, we can sing and eat and pray and watch football, where in the midst of life we can know that we're together.

And one last thing...I miss my friend Jason.

Another birthday!

Looks like right now all I"m good for is posting b-day stuff. Well, I'll try to do better in the future. Anyway, I have two birthday updates --- Hallie is 2 and Gabe is 4! Here are a few pics from our adventures, enjoy!

Happy Birthday Indeed!

I've been laughing about this for a couple days now so I need to share this. Do you know what Gabe's favorite part of his birthday this year? It wasn't the presents, not the cupcakes (which were amazing) and not all of his buddies coming over to celebrate with him. The best part, far and away, simply no contest, was to have us sing Happy Birthday to him. We must have done it 15 times on his actual birthday, and somewhere around that number the next day when we had his party. At one point when he had about 3 presents to open, he had us stop and sing Happy Birthday to him between opening each present. It was hilarious! If you don't believe, just check out the video below (the camera doesn't lie)!!

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Trust and obey

There's an old hymn that I've been going over in my mind the last couple weeks and I can't seem to shake it:

Trust and obey
for there's no other way
to be happy in Jesus
than to trust and obey

Ever heard it? I imagine that if you're like me and grew up in the C of C, you've heard it a hundred times. I must confess, I've never really been a fan of the tune. I don't know why, perhaps because it was too slow? I know that's a really stupid and childish reason not to like a song, but it's about all I can come up with. Anyway, I never really listened to the words, never requested it at the Sunday night sing alongs, and I always sighed loudly when someone else did.

Well, ever since the end of March, this song has been following me around. I heard a speaker on campus at Rez Week (a week long outreach event sponsored by a number of the Christian groups at UT). The speaker (Jason Ma) challenged us on obeying Jesus, giving our lives 100% to him and actually doing what he tells us to do, not worrying about the outcome. Not a new lesson, not a new idea, not a new sermon. A very good one, but one I (and perhaps you too) have heard a thousand times. And yet it was like I was hearing it for the first time.

Trust God and obey what He calls you to do, it's the only way to be happy. This is not sitting well with me these days. I don't often connect or think about my happiness having anything to do with my obedience to Christ; if anything, it's more likely the other way around --- I ask Christ to provide for me, help me, do what I ask --- and when He doesn't "come through", I am not happy.

And so this song has been playing in my head:

Trust and obey
for there's no other way
to be happy in Jesus
than to trust and obey

3 years and counting...

Today Gabe turned 3 years old. Hard to believe but it's happened. Gabe, you are a blessing and a joy to us. We are constantly amazed at how much you learn, how precious and tender your heart is, and how kind and gentle you are with your sister and other friends, even when they don't respond inkind. I love you son, I'm so very proud of you, and I count it pure joy to be given the gift of being your Daddy!

A lonely road...

There is perhaps not a more difficult topic to deal with in the world today than the problem of pain. Why do bad things happen? Why do kids suffer? Why do natural disasters ravage communities and take lives? If God is loving and caring, why would he allow these things to happen?

I guess right now I still have more questions than answers. I've been thinking about this because our church, during this season of Lent, has been reflecting on the story in the gospel of Luke of the two disciples on the road to Emmaus. Last week our focus was on verses 25-27 of chapter 24:

He (Jesus) said to them, "How foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken! Did not the Christ have to suffer these things and then enter his glory?" And beginning with Moses and all the Prophets, he explained to them what was said in all the Scriptures concerning himself.

Jesus, though they didn't recognize it was him at the time, explained why he had to suffer and die on the cross and how Scripture from the begining had pointed toward this. It got us talking about the suffering that we face in the world today and why that is. We spoke about suffering for making bad decisions, suffering for someone else's bad decisions, and then suffering that seems to be for no apparent reason at all.

Interestingly enough, the next day this same conversation came up in another circle of friends of mine to which one person referenced the story in John 9 about the man born blind and Jesus' disciples asking him (Jesus) about who sinned to cause the suffering in the man's life, his parents or him? Jesus said that niether his parents' nor his sin caused this, but it happened so that the work of God would be shown through his life.

So that got me thinking about whether I really believed that. Not did I believe Jesus' words, but did I believe my friend's interpretation of Jesus' words. Or maybe it was about believeing Jesus' words. Do I believe what he said, that God allowed this to happen so that His work might be displayed in this man's life?

On one hand, I can easily say yes to this question. I've experienced struggles in my life that I did not cause, they simply happened to me and I had to deal with them. Going through them has made me stronger, wiser, perhaps at times cynical, but I really think in the long run they have inspired a great amount of personal growth.

But then there are things that happen that I don't know what to do with. Things not necessarily to me, but they happen to other people, and it doesn't make much sense. Take for example this --- I'm listening to the radio today and I hear about a women who has entered into a contract with her boyfriend, a contract that says he can have sex with her 15 year old daughter while she (the mom) recovers from her surgery and can't have sex with him. She does this why? Because she's afraid she'll lose her boyfriend. What's in it for the daughter? Well, she gets to stay out late, gets some extra allowance, as well as she can spend a few nights over at her boyfriends house. As you can imagine, this thing ends because the daughter ends up attempting suicide twice, spends a few weeks in a psychiatric hospital, and will be in therapy for who knows how long trying to figure things out. Now what in the world is that about?

All I can think about is why? Why does this happen? The John 9 reference my friend made doesn't seem to make much sense to me here. I mean I know that she's experiencing the consequences of terrible decisions and choices the adults in her life made. But why does she have to deal with it in the first place? I hear the usual answers in my head that I've heard since I was a kid, but they're not very helpful.

I believe that God is a God of grace and love and hope. I believe that Jesus desperately cared for people, so much so that he was willing to die for them. I believe that only he is the way, the truth, and the life. Though I must admit, it's in times like this that I wish I could have been on that road to Emmaus. Do you ever feel that way?

365 Days and counting...

It's hard to believe that "Hawwie D" (as she's affectionately known by Gabe) is already a year old today. It seems like it was just yesterday that we brought her home from the hospital. Times seems to fly, especcially ith the second kiddo. She's made some pretty amazing strides, especially over the past 2 months. She's on the verge of her first word and she's already taken her first step...looking foward to the next one!

Hallie, we love you sweet girl, and we pray that your loving spirit and tender heart will continue to shine through, and that you and Gabe have a blast together tag-teaming your mom and me this next year.

Father, thank you for this precious little one, in whom we find so much joy. We love her and commit to raising her to know and love you!

Can you smell the rubber burning?

A lot has been rolling around in the old noggin' lately and nothing seems to be coming together. I was hoping to use this season of Lent as a way to get back in the grove of journaling and reflecting on life and yet each time I stop to write I can't seem to sit still long enough to express a thought.

I've been reading an amazing book called Banker to the Poor, the story of Muhammed Yumus, the 2006 Nobel Peace Prize winner. If you haven't read it I'd highly reccommend it to you. It's stirred a lot of questions in me, and surprised me by it's simplicity and boldness.

I've been thinking about the vision and direction of our ministry, where God wants us to go and what He is wanting me to do. I've been thinking about this series we're studying with our college students focused on putting others first. I'm reminded each week when I stand up to teach of how much more I need the lessons than they do.

I've been wondering why it is that there seems to be a saturation point when it comes to growing up in the church. You kind of hit this level to where you've been around long enough to hear most of the stories and sing most of the songs so that the new stuff is never really that new and the old stuff is taken for granted. I wonder why it is that I want to expect more from those who have been around the church the longest but what I find is that it's often those folks that have the most demands and complaints. I guess that's a pretty serious generalization, perhaps unfair, but it sure feels that way a lot right now.

I'm also wondering if what I gave up for Lent is really something that I wanted to sacrifice to God and give to Him as an offering or if I'm doing it because it's a convenient thing to give up because I'm wanting to get back in shape and stop eating like I'm invincible.

Well, I guess that's about it for now. What are you thinking about these days?

But we had hoped...

I was reading at the end of Luke's gospel, the story of the walk to Emmaus. I'm struck by the disciples response when they first encounter Jesus (his identity is hidden from their sight). As they're telling him about what's been happening in Jerusalem the past 3 days, they say:

"Are you only a visitor to Jerusalem and do not know the things that have happened there in these days?"

"What things?" he (Jesus) asked.

"About Jesus of Nazareth," they replied. "He was a prophet, powerful in word and deed before God and all the people. The chief priests and our rulers handed him over to be sentenced to death, and they crucified him; but we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel. And what is more, it is the third day since all this took place. "

Have you ever hoped for something that didn't happen? Something really big? Something that you were about to lay it all on the line for, and then it blows up in your face, or, perhaps worse, just vanishes into thin air? Kind of leaves you feeling breathless, speechless, shocked, frustrated, angry, sad, etc. For a while at least.

Feels like I've had a couple of these punches to the gut the last couple weeks and I'm struggling to regain my breath. I'm not sure what all is happening, not sure what's going to happen in the days to come, I'm a bit unsettled. I can really identify with the two guys in this passage. I've been hoping, and at least right now it looks like things are not what I thought they'd be. I know in comparison to many others, my problems are momentary and light, and I agree with that. I guess this is just my way of getting it off my chest.

I look forward to the rebuke and teaching of Christ in the coming days and weeks. I look forward to some "table time" with the Lord, when my heart begins to burn once again as I hear about the Kingdom and life within it. So, I guess I'm hoping once again...

A Wintry day in Austin!!

Well, with a little ice, snow, and frozen grass, we had a lot of fun!

Merry Christmas!!

May your holiday season be full of joy and peace. Much love and best wishes!

My 1st Vlog --- A Day @ home with Dad

I know you are but what am I?

I've been thinking about something a friend of mine said the other day --- "Christianity is not a vehilce to a better life for me." He used this phrase when describing a self-revelation he'd recently had about his life up to this point, even his decision to follow Christ (how will this make my life better?). I was blown away by his honesty; first, because this is one of the most humble people I know & second, because I had this sudden vision of myself while he was talking. I know, I know, how selfish of me to have a vision of myself when my friend is sharing that he struggles with pride. Ironic isn't it? You don't know the half of it!

Anyway, back to me, these words have been following me around the last few days. It's got me thinking about why I'm following Christ. It's got me thinking about why I would encourage another person to follow Christ. It's got me thinking about why I should be following Christ, or at least why I shouldn't.

How can following Him be about Him if it's about what it will do for me? Shouldn't it be about what it will do for Him?

Here's what I know so far: following Jesus begins with laying down your crown and picking up a cross, surrendering your will to His will, allowing His life to be your life. A simple start, or at least so I think, and yet somehow the crown keeps getting reattached to my head. It seems that this "vehicle", I've never thought of it that way, has gotten me pretty far in life, and yet at the same time, it's never arrived at a satisfying destination. I don't end up where I want to be. Do you ever feel that way? But here I go again with all the "me" stuff. That may be the key right there.

I guess the thing that bothered me the most about what my friend said the other night, is that it got me thinking that the Jesus that I've been following lately looks way too much like me, and I don't like it.

8 years and counting...

My wife and I celebrated our 8th anniversary tonight. It doesn't feel like 8 years; in fact, it's gone by so fast that it's hard to believe that it's even been that long. I am so blessed to have the most loving, wonderful, and beautiful wife. She's patient and full of grace, an amazing mother to our two children, and always there to encourage me whenever I'm down. I love you K!

So hard

Why do we make simple things hard? I've been thinking about this question lately as it seems to be a recurring one in my life. Instead of making a simple choice and being content with it, I get greedy or needy or insecure and make a harder choice which ultimately ends leaving me stressed out, frustrated, and/or unfulfilled.

It makes me think of Jesus' words about not worrying about tomorrow because tomorrow will have enough worry of its own. Instead, deny yourself, take up your cross, and follow Him. He says that He is the way, the truth, and the life and that we can abide in Him. Again, a simple thing that I often seem to find some way to make difficult.

The Windy City

Last week I had the great priviledge of heading north to some much cooler weather and enjoying a few days in Chicago. We went to the Willow Creek Small Groups Conference and enjoyed a great time listening to guys like Erwin McManus and Donald Miller. It was also special in that it was the first trip Kaley and I have gone on together without the little ones. It was hard to leave them but they had a wonderful time at "Fama's" (as gabe says) house. They got to see cows, ride Fama's tractor, and take some walks in the park. Thank you Fama!

The last afternoon we were there we went downtown to see the sights with our friends who hadn't been there before. We walked by Buckingham fountain, up the Magnificant Mile, and finished it off with a deep dish Gino's East pizza. If you haven't been downtown since 2004, you need to go check out Millenium park. We spent the bulk of our time checking out the new outdoor theater, the oversized chrome bean, and enjoying the fountain that you can walk through, it's really cool!