We Need More David!

If you were to scroll down the right side of this blog and look for our kids names among the labels, you'd notice that Enoh is included in (by far) the most posts. David, on the other hand, has just a few. Obviously, there are good reasons for that. But since this blog is just as much a collection of some of our favorite memories as anything else, I realized we need to include a little more David.

Here's David making faces:

Here's David running around with his brothers and sister. 

And here's David getting a ride with his sister. 

A Message for Mommy

The other day, Ian mentioned he would like to make a short video for mommy. Emily agreed and David didn't disagree so I started recording. This is what came out.

The Beauty of Croa...Creation

The honeymoon period was over long ago. I've lived in Croatia for seven years. My wife and I have settled down. We have a family, jobs and everyday responsibilities. Naturally, I don't experience the country I live in the same way I did when I first arrived.

But every now and then there are days like yesterday. Due to a meeting I had in Istra two days ago, I woke up in Poreč - the westernmost Croatian city. Not having been to the oldest structure in Croatia yet, I drove an hour with my friend to Pula: (red arrow on the left of the map).

The Arena in Pula, the only completely preserved of six remaining Roman arenas in the world, is 2,000 years old.

Two Thousand Years Old! 

I'm not sure that's even possible for an American to fathom. Anyway, the structure that has seen gladiators, martyrs, knights and Elton John is located right off the water where fishing boats were coming in from their overnight haul. Between the antiquity of the architecture and the openness of the sea, the thing that seemed most normal to me about the situation I found myself in was the language being spoken. In other words, everything was foreign to this American. Everything was exotic. Again.

Croatia's land mass is the size of West Virginia. But if you were to drive from East to West, then North to South it would take more than 20 hours - and that's even on some of the best roads Europe has to offer going upwards of 80 miles an hour (the speed "limit" on Croatian highways). Croatia is so wide and diverse that it has signs in Italian, Hungarian and the Cyrillic alphabet depending on where you are geographically. And when you start learning its history it's like trying to fit a gust of wind in your lungs.

We had to quickly move on. Picking up the highway in Pula and driving said 80 miles an hour we set off for Slavonija - the easternmost region where we live. We made a quick stop near Zagreb for lunch and finally arrived in Orahovica 6 hours after departure.

The jezero has become one of my favorite places to run, pray and take in the beauty of God's creation.

Its history is much shallower than Pula's but it has been home for some of the deepest spiritual moments of my life. Yesterday, I had just enough time to soak in the familiar sights helping me decompress from the all the driving.

Then it was time to go again. I had arranged to go to a piano concert in Osijek with some friends.

In Osijek, I found myself with a congregation of evangelical Christians in a synagogue listening to an American play selections written by German, French and Russian composers.

Photo Courtesy of Daniel Wurzberg

It's not easy to make a percussive instrument sound melodic, but Sam Rotman did just that while delighting the audience with a diverse pallete of musical colors. I can't imagine that even the composers of the pieces he played could have been any more enthusiastic about their music than he was. As he explained during a short talk, every concert he played was for Jesus.

I have to admit that a classical piano recital followed by a moving personal testimony is the sort of program I've never been a part of. But by the end of the concert it made complete sense. Rotman's conviction is that Christ is worth devoting his whole life to. Playing the piano with excellence for audiences around the world is his way of doing so.

It was a fitting end to a delightful day. Diverse visual and aural beauty from sunrise to sunset reminded me of the pulchritude Croatia has to offer. As has been the case in the past, Croatia's beauty pointed me to creation's beauty.

The heavens declare the glory of God

The skies proclaim the work of his hands

David's First Chestnuts

It's not until the aroma of roasting chestnuts fills streets and kitchens throughout Croatia that autumn has really arrived. This year, for the first time, we found a vender selling chestnuts in Orahovica. Although we hope to take a trip the woods to look for chestnuts ourselves we were excited to get our hands on them without the effort. Here's David's first taste of chestnuts. 

Bible Song

Heard a song that made some sense out of the world

There are a lot of things on U2's latest album I can relate to. (Hence the series of Songs of Innocence related posts). But the influence the Ramones had on Bono - as sung about on the first track of the album - is impossible for me to resonate with. Instead, I'll reflect on an early and constant influence on my life.

I was raised on the Bible.

My first memories of church are filled predominately with listening to Bible stories and memorizing Bible verses. Most evenings after dinner we read devotionals and memorized some more. Besides my family, there was nothing that influenced my childhood more than the Bible.

Over time, my identity was shaped by the stories and principles the Bible teaches. Of course the verses that summarize our beliefs most concisely (ie John 3:16) were the ones at the foundation of my memory base. But the Lord as a shepherd, Scripture as a lamp and righteousness as a breastplate were pictures that filled my imagination before cartoons ever did.

As I grew older my theology was developed subconsciously through continued memorization. Proverbs 16:9 and Ephesians 1 became go-to proofs of God's sovereignty. Psalm 19 drew me to creation when I was ever tempted to doubt. Paul's dedication to preaching the gospel in the midst of threats to his life were a model to imitate in endeavors to witness to my friends.

Now as an adult I consider the Bible as a source of truth, beauty and inspiration. Here are four reasons why I love the Christian Scriptures.

1. The Bible is Deep
I like to describe a Bible story as an onion. You can peel off the first layer, understand the basic story, and still have a long way to go before you get to the core. Take one of the most well known stories - "The Prodigal Son". Most are familiar with the youngest son and the eventual return to his father. But there's another son. Based on the context, the older son is of equal, if not greater significance to the point of the story. And that's just that story.

One could then also consider how the Prodigal Son fits into the Gospel of Luke, Jesus' ministry and the grand narrative of Scripture. Of course, that's just looking at it from a literary perspective. Imagine, if you will, that you find yourself in the story as one of the two sons. Consider that this story of lost and found, death and resurrection, could have strong spiritual significance. There is no lack of depth to the Bible. In fact, the more I read it, the deeper it is.

2. The Bible is Wide
Isn't it incredible that the book predicting, announcing and preaching God's plan of redemption also includes many other facets, all of which in some way revolve around the main theme? Right from the beginning we get a theological explanation of how the world, animals and humankind were created. But matters of hierarchy, authority, separation and goodness (just to name a few) are all explored in the opening chapters of Genesis. All these topics point to the New Testament, yet are full of meaning in their own right as they stand in the creation narrative.

Subjects like marriage, murder, building, family, slavery, history and redemption are all discussed through narrative - and we haven't even left the first book! Of course, interpreting the text is of absolute importance. But the main point here is that the fact that the Bible spans so many topics over countless generations and cultures is indicative of its complete relevancy to all of creation. The gospel it proclaims to the whole world is proof; Scripture matters to every person on the globe, whether they realize it or not.

3. The Bible is Rich
To describe the Bible with this term is to say that its depth and width overflow with valuable content. It's not an empty wordy space. Scripture is filled with stories, images, beauty and truth that speak to the person reading it. The suffering of Job, the despair of David and the dedication of Paul offer hope to people dealing with similar situations. Prophetic symbolism remind the reader of God's faithfulness and prompts them to respond with thanks, praise and genuine Christian faithfulness.

The Bible's greatest value is that it points to the ultimate treasure - Jesus Christ of Nazareth and the salvation that comes through him alone. Imagine you're an outcast, like the woman at the well (John 4) or Zacchaeus (Luke 19) and the person who was expected to change the world through military force decided to have a drink or meal with you. Chances are you'd take the content of the conversation seriously. In each case, Jesus offered more than expected. Though not the source, the Word of God offers the richest means of knowing the Author of salvation. Nothing is more valuable than that.

4. The Bible is Effective
The Bible claims many things about itself. Throughout my life I've found its claims to be true. For example:

For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.

Throughout my life there has been no better mirror for my heart than Scripture. At times I've resonated with the hatred of Cain, the shame of David, the frustration of Ezekiel, the confusion of Peter and the passion of Paul. Yet more often than that, I'm just a regular guy reading the Bible. And even then, Jesus' teachings are incredibly challenging. His claims, while believable through faith, are difficult to live out.

But thankfully there's salvation for people like me. This sword that penetrates my heart, showing its greatest weaknesses, also fills it with hope and joy. The beautiful expressions of God's grace throughout both Testaments prompt me to try to live the sort of life Jesus did. Fortunately, I'm not alone in this endeavor. The Bible offers instruction and directs me to the Spirit through whom Scripture was ultimately written. In this way, the Bible is effective in communicating who God is, who I am and how I should live. I am witness to that.

Believe it or not, this post isn't meant as an apology. My intent isn't to argue for the validity of Scripture. I simply hope to communicate why I have fallen so in love with the Holy Scriptures. They point to the source of life. And my life has been eternally affected by them.

To quote Bono, I "heard a song that made sense of the world." That song is the Bible. 

A Few of Our Favorite Things (2014 Edition)

Last year, I asked our kids to pick out a few of their favorite things; 1 book, 1 movie and 1 toy they really like. I recorded them telling about their choices. You can watch it here. As it turns out, watching themselves talk about their favorite things is one of their favorite things to do. So, we decided to do it again. Here's an updated version of their favorite things:

Enoh's Favorite Things


Ian's Favorite Things


Emily's Favorite Things


David's Favorite Things (According to his siblings)

Song for Emily

You've got a face not spoiled by beauty

Your eyes, blue heat

Fueled by pure joy

Melt the iciest of emotions

Your jagged smile underlining

And curling around 

Up to the top with giggles

Flanked on both sides 

The flames are untamed

Sparks too bright for sight

If there is a light you can't always see

And there is a world we can't always be

If there is a dark that we shouldn't doubt

And there is a light don't let it go out

Excitement personified

Comes from a mysterious source

Still unknown to the mediator

And though obliviously

You are leading the believer

To the way away from doubt

You let me into a conversation

A conversation only we could make

You break and enter my imagination

Whatever's in there it's yours to take

Like a child

Words spill teasingly
stylized imperfection

Thoughts bound only by innocence

Spoken freely yet expecting

Confirmation, redemption

If there is a light you can't always see

And there is a world we can't always be

If there is a dark within and without

And there is a light don't let it go out

You have it all

No need to add material

For fear of losing soul

And I'm a long long way from your hill of Calvary

And I'm a long way from where I was and where I need to be

Threats already disposed of
Like expired extinguishers
And chalky blackened wicks

Will tempt to intimidate
But have no influence
As long as the core is aglow

There is a light don't let it go out

Happy 3rd Birthday, Emily!

(Note: Italicized lines from the 4th track of U2's Songs of Innocence.)

Sea Song

Every Breaking Wave

(Best if read while listening to the 2nd track on U2's Songs of Innocence - still free on iTunes)

Levin had been married for three months. He was happy, but not at all in the way he had expected.

Every breaking wave on the shore
Tells the next one there'll be one more

At every step he felt like a man who, after having admired a little boat going smoothly and happily on a lake, then got into this boat. He saw that it was not enough to sit straight without rocking; he also had to keep in mind, not forgetting for a minute, where he was going, that there was water underneath, that he had to row and his unaccustomed hands hurt, that it was easy only to look at, but doing it, while very joyful, was also very difficult.

If you go your way and I go mine
Are we so helpless against the tide?
Baby, every dog on the street
Knows that we're in love with defeat
Are we ready to be swept off our feet
And stop chasing every breaking wave?

As a bachelor, seeing the married life of others, their trifling, cares, quarrels, jealousy, he used only to smile scornfully to himself. In his own future married life, he was convinced, there not only could be nothing like that, but even all its external forms, it seemed to him were bound to be in every way completely unlike other people's lives.

Every sailor knows that the sea
Is a friend made enemy
Every shipwrecked soul knows what it is
To live without intimacy

And suddenly...his life with his wife did not form itself in any special way, but was, on the contrary, formed entirely of those insignificant trifles he had scorned so much before, but which now, against his will acquired an extraordinary and irrefutable significance.

I thought I heard the captain's voice
But it's hard to listen while you preach

Levin never imagined  that there could be any other relations between himself and his wife than tender, respectful, loving ones, and suddenly, in the first days, they quarrelled, and she told him he did not love her, loved only himself, wept and waved her hands.

If you go your way and I go mine
Are we so helpless against the tide?
Baby, every dog on the street
Knows that we're in love with defeat
Are we ready to be swept off our feet
And stop chasing every breaking wave?

He understood clearly for the first time what he had not understood when he had led her out of the church after the wedding. He understood not only that she was close to him, but that he no longer knew where she ended and he began.

You know where my heart is
The same place that yours has been
We know that we fear to win
And so we end before we begin

Notes: Book quotations taken from Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. Italicized quotes from U2's Every Breaking Wave. 

U2 Can Recreate

The thing about music is that you can always describe it to someone, but they can never listen to it through your ears. Sure, we have ways of comparing bands, singers, styles, genres, tones, textures, and to some extent they help a listener know what to expect. Yet it will always be possible for two people to hear the exact same song/piece and come away with two completely different reactions.

That's one of the characteristics of music I treasure most. You cannot tell me whether a song will stir something inside me or not. I won't know until I listen to it.

A few days ago, U2 released their new album, Songs of Innocence, without a buildup preceding it. The price for 11 songs and a booklet was a few minutes of my time. Yet I valued it because reviewers hadn't gotten their hands on it yet. They hadn't had time to judge whether the melodies were ready for pop radio or if the lyrics measured up to whatever standards they defined. Bono's vocals and The Edge's guitar riffs and hooks floating from my car speakers were fresh, untapped and therefore all the more pure.

That was more than enough for me to be excited about listening to a new CD from a band I've found to be more thought provoking than most other musicians I've listened to. When it comes to U2 the music takes a backseat to the lyrics. Sure, I get the fact that they've got a long history and a vocalist with a very distinctive voice and outspoken political views. But as far as I'm concerned if there isn't some profundity or beauty in the lyrics, regardless of how popular the band is, the music's hardly ever going to do it for me.

See there's something magical about the combination of music and lyric. When it's done right it just goes together. When I say the words "It's a beautiful day" to someone on the street the melody will automatically accompany the words in my head. Likely, it'll do the same to the passerby. You don't need a scientist to tell you it's easier to memorize something if it's part of a melody.

But then there's the combination of words into musical phrases you've never heard before. I'm naturally predisposed to these sort of lyrics. I want phrases that are going to challenge my thinking, cause me to ask questions, or produce a new thought in my head. That's exactly what happened when I listened to Songs of Innocence for the first time. The following lyrics grabbed my attention:

You've got a face not spoiled by beauty...

 "Wait, what? Can beauty spoil something? Let me listen to that again."

And an image came into my head. It was an image I didn't consciously put there. Once it was there though, it instantly gave deeper meaning to the song. It was like there was a conversation between the song and my consciousness, both influencing the other.

Of course there's no way Bono would know what image his lyrics would evoke in my mind. In my opinion, that fact alone points directly to a Creator more creative than the Irish singer. My guess is Bono would agree.

One of the most beautiful gifts we've been given is the ability to create. It's shown in Mozart's music, Tolstoy's masterpieces and yes, even in some rock music these days. In turn, art of all kinds allows the listener, observer and consumer to participate in creation. We get the chance to recreate through interacting with art.

U2's latest isn't the only collection of songs that has provoked me to think deeply about family, faith or culture. But it's the latest. And because I consciously interacted with at least four of the songs on Innocence, I've decided to use this space to convey how the music has affected me.

I'm not sure exactly what that's going to look like. But I'm excited to get started. Perhaps you'd like to do the same sort of thing with the same or a different album or artist. If so, mention it in the comments. Let's recreate!

The Source

“In the morning you can sleep as late as you want,” our leader announced in Serbo-Croatian, “Just know that you need to be at your next location at 07:30 and it takes two hours to get there.”

We were in the middle of nowhere. Over 60 teenage and adult Royal Rangers from more than 10 different European countries had gathered for the National Training Trail (NTT). Our assignment, simply put, was to hike from place to place around a village in Serbia called Krivi Vir while carrying all the food, shelter and supplies we would need throughout the four day expedition. Our camp sight on the second night was a place even our leaders had trouble finding. There was no way to get there by car. And the map we were using was over 40 years old.

Still, we found it. And once we did the exhaustion we felt after our 15 kilometer hike set in; we were ready for food and water.  But we would need to make fires and cook our food before we could eat. We also learned that we’d need to filter the well water before we could drink.

The source of water the previous day had at least been clean, but it only trickled out. A line of three or four people filling their bottles meant waiting at least 15 minutes. Those who hoped to wash their dishes, splash some water on their face or simply take a cup of water soon pealed away from the line, proving that the highest priority was storing clean water for the journey ahead.

So when I realized that we would need to start our hike at 05:30 the next morning, I wasn’t so disappointed. Knowing that we would be further from the wild, closer to civilization and near a clean water source helped motivate me to climb out of my dew-soaked sleeping bag, stuff my pack full and help the rest of my team head out on our expedition.

When we arrived we were greeted with the smell of cooked vegetables, eggs and meat. The grill was close to a bubbling stream that burbled out a Good morning as we were congratulated on finding the next location. And water! Rushing water from the source. It took 3 seconds flat to fill up each bottle and canteen which allowed more than enough time to splash my hot face and quickly take in the refreshing cool water. We had arrived!

Krivi Vir, Serbia

Hiking, using a map to find our way, and sleeping outside without a tent all offered new ways to appreciate aspects of my faith that I knew to be true but hadn’t exercised in some time. But it was the value I now placed on the source of clean, fast and refreshing water that really stood out to me on this four-day challenge. I had a new appreciation for finding a good source.

It reminded me of the meeting a woman had with a strange man by a well. He was weary from his journey yet had nothing with which to draw water. After asking the woman to draw water for him they had a supernatural exchange. She offered him water that would quench his physical thirst; he offered her water that would well up to eternal life. By the end of the conversation she understood the significance of this man. She realized she had found the Source. Jesus offers living water; rushing streams of refreshing water that will last forever and produce in us springs that refresh others.

Like the various sources of water in Serbia, there are numerous ways and occasions that we can encounter Christ in our lives. The classic example is that of a church service. Immediately after Jesus ascended into heaven his followers began meeting together. This is an integral part of the Church’s meeting with Jesus and one another.

Over the years, many denominations, organizations and ministries have created new ways for people to encounter Jesus in some way, shape or form. Royal Rangers (RR) is one of them. Even though it began in America, RR is an organization I was unaware of before I moved to Croatia. But throughout the last 3 years I’ve been increasingly impressed with the Christian scout program.

If we are going to love the Lord our God with all our heart, soul, mind and strength, that means that we ought to be challenged spiritually, intellectually - and yes even physically and emotionally. The Church should offer these challenges on a consistent basis. This is one of the places Royal Rangers excels. And it’s one of the main reasons I believe that Royal Rangers has a lot to offer the Church.

For example, rather than simply preaching “Do not be afraid” – a constant command throughout all of Scripture – the local church and its various communities ought to offer its members opportunities to overcome fear. Sleeping outside on virtually uncharted territory in a foreign country with no facilities is certainly a way to challenge one’s fear and exercise faith.

There were four of us from Croatia who overcame these obstacles and others. Together, we represent three different regions of Croatia, have various skills and gifts and serve in multiple capacities in our local churches. All of us were challenged to become stronger leaders through the NTT. There is no doubt in my mind that four different local churches in Croatia were strengthened because of the adventure the four of us had last week.

Further, we were reminded of how important it is to find the source. With everything centered on Christ our efforts are given life. With the Holy Spirit’s power we are given strength. Those are encouraging thoughts as Royal Rangers Croatia continues to move forward, mentor future leaders and make disciples of Jesus Christ. 

Signs in Budapest

A running theme throughout the "signs" series is that often signs don't make it easier to understand what's trying to be communicated despite the intention of their illustrators. Our recent trip to Budapest is a great example. 

A. This sign is a classic. It's found in airports and public spaces all over Europe. Yet the arrow pointing up while the stick figure runs down makes it confusing. 

B. The easiest of the bunch, the simplicity of this sign stands in stark contrast to the bright complexity of St. Stephen's Basilica. 

C. What I originally thought were quotation marks are actually graffiti. Yet the X on the yield sign is intentional. 

D. I don't think context helps here, but this sign is on the lower part of a wall facing the sidewalk. There are no electric, plumbing or other devices close to the sign at all.  

I think I have the first three figured out. Any guesses on the last one?

Happy 90th Birthday Grandma!

Dear Grandma,

Today is your day!

I wish our family could be there to celebrate with you. While it would be a bit noisy and chaotic with four kids five and under, we would love to share in the festivities.

My wife and I are in the middle of a phase when our children change so quickly. It seems like they learn or do something new everyday. Things are always changing around us.

But when I think of you, I see an example of faithfulness.

You are a polio survivor. You and grandpa raised three children - one of whom has Down's syndrome. Various situations caused you to move numerous times in your lives, often at times when it became increasingly difficult. You've faced many forms of adversity throughout your life.

Yet, your faith hasn't wavered. You continue to put your trust in the One who is faithful. And doing so has allowed your face to radiate with God's faithfulness.

Since I've known you, I've seen that come out in your selflessness. You played endless games of Monopoly and Payday with me when I was growing up as if there were nothing more you'd rather do the whole day. And you've always taken such joy in gift-giving.

These days it comes out in the cards you create and send by mail regularly. We frequently receive envelopes filled with the newest family pictures wishing us a Happy Spring or 4th of July. None of our 6 birthdays get left out either. You also signed up for Facebook and Skype around the same time we did so we could stay in touch.

We are so thankful for you, Grandma. Your selflessness and faithfulness are an example to all of us. And they are characteristics that I would love for our children to embrace.

I'm sorry we can't be there to celebrate with you today. While there would constantly be a swirl of activity around you during your celebration, it would be fitting that your presence would be in the middle of it all.

Happy 90th Birthday, Grandma! We love you.

The Faucet

Now the oldest brother was more crafty than any other offspring of the home that the Bohall Family lived in.

He said to the little brother, "Did daddy actually say, 'You shall not touch anything in the yard'?" And the little brother said to the oldest brother, "We may touch any of the toys in the yard, but daddy said, "You shall not turn the handle of the faucet that is on the side of the house, neither shall you touch it, lest you be sent to the naughty corner."

But the older brother said to the younger brother, "You will not surely be sent to the naughty corner. For daddy knows that when you turn the handle your hands will be skillful, and you will be like daddy, able to fill the swimming pool."

So when the younger brother saw that the faucet was good for drink, and that its red handle was a delight to the eyes, and that the faucet was to be desired to make one powerful, he turned the handle and drank and he also gave some to his little sister who was with him and she drank. Then the senses of both were heightened and they knew that they were wet. And they took off their clothes and made themselves naked.

And they heard the sound of daddy walking in the yard in the heat of the day, and the younger brother and sister hid from the presence of daddy among the pine trees of the yard.

But daddy called to the sister and said to her, "Where are you?" And she said "I heard the sound of you in the yard and I was afraid because I was wet, and I hid myself." He said, "Who told you that you were wet? Have you turned the handle of the faucet I commanded you not to touch?" The sister said, "The brother whom you allowed to play with me, he gave me the water of the faucet, and I drank."

Then daddy said to the little brother, "What is this that you have done?" The little brother said, "the oldest brother deceived me and I turned the handle."

Daddy said to the oldest brother, 

The fact that you have done this, shows that you are devious. To your room you shall go and no lunch shall you eat until after your quiet time. There is enmity between you and your younger brother and between your younger brother and your sister.

To the younger brother daddy said,

Your shame is multiplied when you persuade other children to do wrong. Your desire is to please your brother but when you are convinced to disobey he shows his power over you. You shall go to the naughty corner. 

And to the little sister daddy said,

Because you have listened to the voice of your brother and have turned the handle of the faucet of which I commanded you, 'you shall not turn it', you shall be separated from your siblings for the next half hour.

The sister called her brother's name Ian, because that's what her parents named him. And daddy brought dry clothes down from their room and clothed them.

Then daddy said, "Behold my kids have become like us, knowing how to fill the pool. Now, lest they reach out their hand and also open the gate and be free of the yard -" therefore daddy sent them inside the house and separated each of them from one another. He put the little brother in the naughty corner and put a lock on the gate that would be difficult to turn in order to guard the way out of the yard. 

The Lake Effect

What if our idea of ownership had less to do with money and more to do with enjoyment?

This morning I had the privilege of running around the Orahovica lake. From our house it's a slight incline all the way to the lake and a decline back. But the half mile run around the lake is flat, peaceful and, on days like today, a pure delight.

I was the only one there this morning - save for the frogs who lined the rocks at the deep section. As I approached they began jumping in the water as if I had arranged a synchronized diving competition for them. My ever moving shadow provided the signal for their staggered plunges.

The water had just been let into the lake so it was as fresh as could be. Prompted by the wind, it lapped over the man-made banks of the lake inviting me to refresh myself. The reflection of the sky was warped but it still pointed me to the beautiful patterns of clouds overhead. The various trees crowning the hills around me made the visual treat complete. The lake was mine to enjoy.

Orahovica Jezero Fall 2013

It was not mine in the sense that I had the opportunity to use it to my advantage. I had no right to manipulate its source of beauty and refreshment for my monetary gain. There are others with that right. But I would argue that that sense of ownership is only secondary and ultimately less fulfilling.

Instead I had full access to the peace it conveyed to me as I ran around it. Even more importantly, I possessed the lake's inherent quality of pointing me to something higher, deeper and more beautiful. It reminded me of its Creator - the One to whom all things ultimately belong. This reminder filled me with joy and prompted several more laps around the lake. Each lap was faster than the previous because of the energy I had gained.

Yes, the lake was all mine this morning. Thankfully, the enjoyment I experienced was something I didn't have to leave there.

One of Those Moments

I told your mommy it was one of the highlights of my life so far.
When you asked if we could kiss between each bar of your crib,
me on my side, you on yours.
I didn't think you'd have the patience to accomplish your goal.

You squeezed your head into the small space as hard as you could. Then you invited me:
Just a small kiss. "One".
Another one. "Two."
Still another, but this time you pulled my head closer. "Three."
A fourth kiss. "Sixteen."
Then "Twenty!"

You continued all the way until the end. Sweet innocent kisses, smiles.
And your beautiful blond hair tickling each of our noses as we went.
You wanted to be close to your daddy.

I know there'll be a time when you won't.
And it grieves me already that these moments come and go so quickly.

Yet this one is there forever.
You and me.

You are my Lovely Little Lady.

Do It Yourself

One of the things I've learned about myself recently is that I love finding things in everyday life that lead me to contemplation but ultimately point right back to everyday life. Like most people, I like to escape. But I don't simply escape for the sake of leaving. For me, the attractive part of escaping is being stronger when I'm present.

This part of me showed up a few weeks ago in the middle of Wroclaw, Poland - a city of over 700,000 people. The group I was with had the opportunity to sight-see in the old town. When I learned that Wroclaw was the birthplace of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, I immediately made up my mind to do whatever I could to see whatever it was that commemorated his life.

When I got there though, I found myself frustrated by the fact that so many others were also interested in the Bonhoeffer Memorial. So, staying in the vicinity, I walked around a bit, keeping my eye on the memorial but also looking for other things that might catch my attention. Then I saw this:

"Do it yourself". 

It was enough to disturb my frustration over the crowd in front of the memorial. And it took me away for a few minutes. What was it, a command? A suggestion? An invitation?

Then it was time to get back to the bus. Another meeting to attend. This time we were to talk about how we can reach children in each European country. What paperwork do we have to complete? Where will the next camp take place? A real life conference, based upon the very event I was being reminded of, couldn't have seemed more foreign to me as these thoughts and questions penetrated my mind. 

But as I continually contemplated "doing it myself", I realized the irony is that the message of this piece of art contradicts the message of the cross. Not that the art was "wrong". I don't think we can make that sort of distinction with anything that leads us to critically examine our faith. Rather, the suggestion that I, the observer can do anything myself, is leading me away from the heart of the biblical message.  

This biblical truth has real life implications. The fact that I am only justified by Jesus' sacrifice reminds me that I cannot  - nor need not  - justify myself. What a freeing thought!  I left Wroclaw thankful that I don't have to do it myself. 

How would you interpret this piece of art?

Renewal, Freedom and Fish

The fish my son received for his birthday is only free if it's in water, if it has food to eat, and if it eats the food it's given. "Greenlighty", the name our oldest son gave his new fish, died three days after it arrived to our house. Enoh wasn't devastated though. The fact that Greenlighty wasn't eating gave him a few days to prepare for his death.

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Last week, I spent a couple days up in the northern part of Hungary with some guys from America, Hungary, Serbia and Croatia. For the second time in three years, we were gathered with the intent of being renewed. Our conversations were centered around the New Testament book of First Peter.

In the second chapter of this letter, Peter calls the Church to live as free people. I wonder how foreign that must have sounded to this persecuted group of exiles. Yet as we continue reading, we find that the freedom they are to live out is set within the framework of being a servant. They were to be free servants of God (2:16). How does that work?

Our approximately 48 hours of renewal included a time of silent reflection and prayer. During this time I found myself redefining some of the borders that secure my freedom. I realized I was neglecting several areas of my life that were vital to living freely. Rebuilding those walls would mean tightening some of the relationships I have with others; freedom wouldn't be found in letting go as much as it would be in grabbing onto.

That's when I remembered that the Gospel I proclaim is all about the person of Jesus Christ. The closer I am to him, the freer I am. In fact, being a servant of God allows me to live as a free man. Like the fish, we are only free if we live within the structure we have been created to live in.

When we live in this freedom, it's expressed to others by honoring them (2:17). And we're to do so regardless of how they respond. Peter wasn't exhorting the Church to honor others so that they would be honored in turn. No, he told them to do so because honoring others is a proper expression of freedom.

My wife, four kids and job in our local church is the current framework for my freedom. And as tempting as it is to find this context limiting, the call to live as a servant of God is, in fact, liberating. At the risk of oversimplifying, my freedom comes from obedience to God and service to others. Coming to this realization, and taking time to figure out how it works practically is difficult at times. But I'm thankful for the quiet moments I've been given to reflect on what it means to live in freedom.