#getyourpraiseon


It’s relatively hard to believe I’m staring down the halls of a school, knocking on the metaphorical door of education…again.
One college class, $800, and six months later I learned tonight that I passed my final examination. Officially I’m once again a licensed teacher, I hold one certificate, and I’m on a provisional certificate for another.

…now administration knows.
…now the nerves try to cease.
…now the praise is given to Him.
…now the prayers of anxietyanxiety are held to Him.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Reckless Daydreans


I’ll confess, I’m trying to be optimistic to a reckless level.

For so long, along with others I assume, my mindset has been something like…

This would be great if if happened. Granted, it probably won’t.

Such thought immediately limits what we allow God to do in our lives.

Within those lines, Christians could afford to be a bit more reckless with their lives.

At the moment, I no longer dream of a “better day”. Instead, I see it.

Darco will be promoted. I will get a classroom teaching position. We will finally get bills caught up, credit repaired, and relocated into the city. We’ll have a savings account that isn’t empty, and we’ll finally reduce our expenses on fuel. This isn’t some dream, this is the path that we’re on.

I pray that I can be a bit mormoree reckless with my faith.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Bleak


The wind has changed, temperature dropped, and nightfall is coming.

Heading home this evening, the howling wind reminded me of a similar scenario five years ago.

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Along the Flint Hills of Kansas I drove my parents car to an interview at a large high school. I couldn’t afford fuel for my truck, and I was desperately searching for a school. Through the barren fields I drove. Five hours to the destination and five hours home, with an hour interview between.

The winter wheat was red, sky gray, and truly the world felt apocalyptic as the wind howled. Merely a memory now, but a fearful sensation at the time.

Life has moved on from that depressing journey, and maybe…just maybe…this coming week will grant peace to that failed endeavour.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Digital Church


I’ve been thinking this morning about my generation.

Those Millennials…

I was thinking how this age group has overwhelmingly given up on church. The reasons/excuses are plentiful for sure, but I would think that it would still be an issue that the Church would notice.

Sadly, in many instances, that’s not the case. Speaking with Darco on this topic yesterday morning got my mind turning on different ideas.

The city I work in is infested with technology driven, craft beer sipping Millenials.

They. Are. Everywhere.
Except in church…

I’m sure someone has created this idea before, but the logistics seem to fascinate me. Understand that my thoughts do not replace the concept of church, but is at least a reach out to a group that the church isn’t reaching.

Utilizing technology, because it’s what my generation does, I’d create a multimedia, digital platform that would allow people who are “too busy for church” to get something in their week. Via Soundcloud and YouTube (primarily), a quick audio…devotion? Instead of making it crusty, “Chicken Soup for the Soul” style, relate it to what’s driving them. Relationships, work, jealousy, pride, etc…

Why not reach out and connect at their place (digital), instead of always just expecting them to go to a physical building?

Perhaps I’m way off my rocker, I with an unapologetic heart, embrace that truth. I’m not saying this to necessarily make the church happy; I’m simply saying that if God tells us to go to thethe people…why are we so inclined to have them come to us?

-D-

XXXI: El Salvador


It’s not that I’m running out of creative titles, but instead I think this one is a bit more important to be upfront.

We’re heading to El Salvador, Darco and myself.

We’ve made the commitment to head back into Central America this July; being led by God and tackling hard issues along the way to come to this decision. This will be the first time that Darco and I have worked together on a mission trip (and only the fourth time in my life a family member has been with me on a mission trip). This’ll also be her first time venturing outside of the United States; as you can tell from previous posts, travel isn’t really big on her list of experiences so for even a week culture shock could happen (more than likely, she’ll not want to come back to the States afterwards).

We’ll leave on the second week of July, that’ll give me a few days rest from my first big race in Arizona, and will give me two weeks worth of rest before racing in Pittsburgh….a week before school starts.

Needless to say, El Salvador has become the focal point of the summer, our hearts, and trying to spiritually prepare to let God do His thing, and for me to back off my overwhelming tendencies of panic, doubt, and fear.

Darco has taken it a step further, she’s actually created a “Go Fund Me” page for us. You’ve got all the details right here.

One of the key components to this whole event; hearing the simple question asked…

Would you be interested in running a soccer camp in El Salvador?

Soccer Clinic I

How can I refuse an open door like that?

-D-

P.S. If you’re interested in donating to this rather epic adventure, check out our GoFundMe page!