Dormant, Not Dead

grassYour yard. 90 degrees. No rain. Add it all together and it’s the recipe for a drought. Just so you know, it’s not dead, it’s dormant. Brown grass doesn’t indicate dead grass but surviving grass. The brown color lets you know that your grass is aware that there’s too much heat and not enough water. It gives up its color, forgets about its appearance and protects its roots. It’s taking all the water and protecting its life source. What is true of our yards is true when it comes to times of drought in our spiritual life. There are seasons when life gets hot, our souls get dry and we feel spiritually dehydrated. What do we do? Protect the roots. It’s during these times when the best thing you can do is draw near to God, soak in His presence and feed on His Word. You may have seasons when your joy feels exhausted and your worship feels empty, but don’t be too concerned. Even though it may appear bad or feel empty, have confidence that the same God that brought the rain is surrounding you in the dry times. Did you know that when managed properly, a drought is good for grass? Drought kills off weeds, strengthens the roots and when the rains come and the seasons change, makes the grass stronger. While we don’t like spiritual droughts, they strengthen our faith, give us a fresh view of God and make us stronger for the good times. In a dry time? Be encouraged, God’s got you.

 

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Lost

lostLost. It’s not an intentional destination. No one makes plans to get lost; it just happens. One wrong turn produces another and before we know it, we have no idea where we are. Often, especially if you are a male, the words, “I’m lost” are hard to say. We prefer a phrase like, “were just a little off course.” Whatever the choice of words, whether lost or a little off course, it is an admission that we have made a series of mistakes. The reality is that until we admit, “we’re lost” we will continue to meander aimlessly. The simple confession, “I am lost changes everything.” It’s only once we’ve admitted were lost, the journey to “found” begins. It’s then we’re willing to ask for help. It’s then we begin to retrace our steps to find our error. Its then we are willing to rely on others. It’s then that we carefully, step by step, try to get back to a safe and familiar place. No one intentionally gets “lost” in life. It just happens. How did the prodigal get to the pig pen? One bad moment, compounded by a poor decision, throw in a moral lapse, some bad company, and suddenly he finds himself in a place that is so unfamiliar, and a place he never intended to be. Fortunately, it takes just one good decision to change everything. Sitting in a pig pen was the moment the prodigal came to the realization, “I am lost.” It was the moment that changed everything. One moment stench, the next moment hope. A few more steps and his imagination began to see possibility. A few steps more and he sees home. Can I encourage you if you’re lost today? You’re not that far from home. Just one admission.

Protect Your Liberties

 

flag5Freedom. This week we will celebrate with picnics and fireworks. Freedom, as a Nation it has been fought for through many wars and as a Christian it has been given to us through the work of Jesus on Calvary. As a Nation, if we are not careful, we will give away our liberty. The current climate is one where there is an all-out attack on our freedoms. If we’re not vigilant, without a shot being fired or war being fought, we will lose our right for free speech, right to defend ourselves and the right to worship without being censored. As tragic as that may be, a worse scenario is to lose the freedom Jesus purchased for us on Calvary. Regardless of how hard we might try, without His blood, mercy and grace we were bound to sin. With one gracious act, God robing himself in flesh, coming to earth and becoming our sacrifice, sins power was rendered powerless. When we repent of our sins, are filled with His Spirit and live daily in relationship with Him, sins power is limited. But the moment we fail to keep Him as the priority of our life, fail to pray and read His Word and fail to make His house our priority, sins power begins to take hold once again. We surrender the freedom we’ve gained, and He gave us. Let’s make a commitment to guard, protect and value the freedom we’ve been given in Jesus. Live in the liberty of the Spirit.

Dry and Empty

DryHave you ever been so thirsty that the Sahara Desert seemed like a rain forest? Have you ever got into your car only to find it so empty that you had the best prayer meeting of your week as you prayed your car to the gas station? Dry. Empty. Two words we don’t like to hear and they are especially difficult to hear when we walk through dry and empty times in our spiritual lives. We pray, fast, worship and read God’s word but it all seems to go nowhere. We seek God but He is nowhere to be found. Moses spent 40 years wandering in a desert, Paul spent three years in a desert and Jeremiah preached his entire life without one convert. Dry and empty times do not mean we are lost, in fact we may be exactly where God wants us to be. It is often in our empty and dry times that we become most sensitive to God. It’s in these times His voice becomes more defined and His direction becomes clearer. While our world likes the words successful and powerful to describe great men and women, God often chooses to use words like broken, yielded and surrendered to describe his most powerful men and women. Going through a tough stretch? Feeling empty and broken? God takes an empty vessel and fills a house full of jars with oil. He takes empty water pots, has them filled with water and turns them to wine. If you’re empty and dry, don’t be overly concerned, God likely has you right where He wants you. Keep trusting and believing!

 

Father’s Day

jude-beck-552276-unsplashSitting on Jon’s desk is a plaque that gives the definition of a Father:

Fa.ther (fa’ther) n.

1.  Protector, teacher and encourager
2 . Picks you up when you fall, brushes you off and lets you try again.
(See also: banker, hero, playmate, coach.)

Father’s Day. A day we set aside to recognize dad. For some of us we call them our hero’s, to others, our strength, our safe place, our protector, they can be our greatest listeners… they’re our biggest fans but to others, we may not be able to share the same sentiments. You may have a different story, one that is too painful to even think about, or maybe a father who’s been absent, with no history at all. Our dad’s, no matter the story, hold a place in our heart that is different than any other space our hearts can hold; good or bad, because a Father symbolizes someone who is defined as Protector, teacher and encourager. But can I say that the most amazing story of all time is of a “Father” that truly is and will always be what a Father should be and we have the privilege to call Him whatever it is that we need; counselor, Prince of peace, our comforter and our everlasting Father. The list goes on and on, filled with too much greatness to even be absorbed in a lifetime. His name is Jesus, the greatest man that’s ever lived. We get to call him our Father!

-Mary Hudson

Doing it for Dayton

StrawA volunteer, a person who performs a service willingly and without pay. Yesterday we saw it exemplified in an incredible way by our church at the Fishers Strawberry Festival. For no recognition for themselves or Life Connections, we had an unbelievable group of people who laid it out so we could bless a church that was victim to last week’s tornados in Dayton Ohio. While we can’t mention everyone, we must mention some. Hailey Whitener and her boyfriend who were simply everywhere doing whatever it took to serve. Mike and Amber Jaarda and their family, who took a morning shift in our drive thru, and ended up staying over because of the overwhelming crowds. Randy and Robin McGarr who showed up to do “whatever was needed,” and took us to another level throughout the day. Socrates and Azucena and their family made clean up such a success. Andrea Kopanski and Kaitlyn Groover who stood in the hot sun for hours with the Strawberry sign getting the attention of motorists. Maddie McDermott’s family, who doesn’t even attend Life, stepped up and blew us away with their servant hearts. The list could go on and on, so many servers, table preps, bounce house monitors and greeters. Simply put, you exemplified the heart of God. Thanks to Renee Clark, David and Keah Cuautle, Jeff Bocek, Gentry Hudson and our entire staff for all the behind the scenes work and for having the heart to say, “let’s do this for Dayton.” We couldn’t have done it without you. To everyone who volunteered, a heartfelt thank you for making a difference.

Rocks of Remembrance

rocksSlow down. Take some time to pick up some rocks. It’s an odd command after the miraculous crossing of the Jordon River. The celebration was on and plans were being made to capture Jericho and then the rest of the Promised Land. But in the moment of celebration Joshua said to the people of Israel, “go gather some rocks out of the river.” Why? Because we have to treasure the memories were making in the moment. Too many times, we are so preoccupied with the next great moment that we forget to celebrate what has been accomplished. God halts the celebration, stops the plans and says go back and get some rocks of remembrance. Memorial Day Weekend is that kind of moment. It is a time to celebrate what has been done, to celebrate where we are and to make new memories. Our generation has become so addicted to the hectic that we have a hard time slowing down. We are running way to hot and exhausting ourselves in the process. This weekend I challenge you to take some time to slow down and pick up some rocks. Celebrate on past victories, reflect on the great things that God has done and take time to make some new memories. Gather some rocks of remembrance. Be a part of a moment that makes you laugh so hard that you cry. Create a moment setting by a fire cooking a hot dog or smores. Do something that will be such an unforgettable experience that it is brought up over and over. Make it a rock gathering weekend!