A Day in the Life...

I've been in ministry for over a decade, and I absolutely love what I do! Serving, leading, teaching, mentoring...I'm constantly amazed at God's grace in my life and how I get to be a part of the most powerful movement on the planet--the Church. Since most of my life is full-throttle, pedal-to-the-floor, no-holds-bar ministry, many people ask me what I like to do when I'm not at work. Without a doubt, time with my girls (Rachel included) is gold. They are my heart and soul for sure!!

Needless to say, my dirt-biking, basketball-playing, backyard-wrestling days I knew as a boy are long gone. I've gladly traded all that in for something a little more relevant to my world: dress-up and make-up parties! You have no idea the crazy things a dad will do out of love for his daughters. I have no shame whatsoever! Mikaela has been experimenting with her cosmotology skills and seems to think I'm perfect for target practice--what's a dad supposed to do when his entire living room has been transformed into a fashion show runway??? Sometimes you gotta just go with the flow and start stepping down the runway!! It's kinda embarrassing now, but I'm sure I'll look back at these pictures one day and miss all the make-up parties and fashion shows in which I participated.

Many of you know how I talk about this 3rd child we're expecting and hoping it's a boy. Friday morning after the men's Bible study at Vitality, God used Blair Gremillion to check me in a major way. We were all standing around talking and Blair said, "Mike, I know you want to have a son really bad. But even if you get another girl, look around you. Your life has made an impact on all of us...we're your sons. You've got plenty of spiritual sons."

Wow! That hit me like a Mac Truck! It totally set me free! If I get another girl...praise God! It must be His way of saying that I've got all the testosterone I need...and apparently all that my family can handle! After getting that revelation, in a weird kinda way, it was a little easier to wear the make-up and put on the lipstick and jewelry...if you can believe that! Pretty pretty princess has never been so much fun!

How the Cookie Crumbles

Several weeks ago I was in Dallas, ministering at a men's conference. After the event was over, some of us went to grab a little lunch at a local Chinese restaurant. Of course, when you eat Chinese food, the experience concludes with a fortune cookie. We had been talking throughout the meal about our children--I spoke of my two delightful daughters and how excited we are about Rachel being 4 months pregnant. It's no secret that I'm pulling for a boy--I've played with enough Barbie Dolls, Pretty Pretty Princess, painted my fingernails, and put on enough make-up to last me for a while...I'm ready to throw a football!!

I gave everyone their fortune cookies, then proceeded to open mine. To my shock and amazement, my Chinese fortune was summed up in one word: GIRL!! I've never seen a fortune cookie with just one word. Normally, it's a wise saying or piece of advice. I dropped that cookie like a hot potato!!! The guys got a good laugh at my expense. All I could think about was 3 girls--3 weddings. I went home and prayed!

Taking it to the Streets

Last night was an eye-opening experience for me. We've been praying and fasting for the past several weeks and have really sensed God stirring a revolution in our hearts. I've always heard it said that God comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable, so a group of us met in the prayer room at 10pm and decided to push past the limits of our comfort and safety. Nine of us bundled up in several layers of clothes, packed some blankets and toiletries to give away, and headed to the inner-city to minister to our homeless brothers and sisters. As a pastor, I can't just study the Gospel...I must live it.

We were on a mission to do more than just talk about our love for the poor--we had to touch and experience Jesus in the pain of our streets. When we first arrived downtown, we were all buzzing with excitement. It kind of felt like the first night of youth camp. All guys, full of adventure--we had no idea what to expect. Rain and 40 degree weather brought the harsh reality of street life to us real fast!! We gave out our blankets and the items we brought with us to the few we met on the streets. Most of the homeless were already in shelters or slept in the post office.

After walking to every over-pass and bridge we could find, we finally stopped at an abandoned storefront and claimed a section of sidewalk to rest. With the background noise of a bad night of karaoki from the bar down the street, we talked about how good our lives really are. We considered the brokenness and plight of the poor in our community. It just made sense for us to stay there all night.

I learned quickly, there's just no easy way for your body to get comfortable on cement. I shivered in the cold as I checked my cell phone for the time...it was only 2am and had already been a long night. I thought about my wife and children in their warm beds. I thought about the hot shower I take every night. I thought about the snacks in my pantry and the food in my refrigerator. I thought about the truck I could walk to and easily drive to my suburban home, putting this painful experience behind me. I wanted to wimp out. I heard every street noise you could possibly imagine. I was afraid of getting hurt. I wanted something to drink. My stomach was growling. I didn't even have a pillow or blanket. I couldn't sleep a wink...I was miserable!

But a Voice was talking to me on the inside--a familiar Voice that I recognized. I began to hear the Heartbeat of Heaven on the streets, "Foxes have holes and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head. Don't just worship a Homeless Man on Sunday and ignore one on Monday. Remember this feeling. Drink of this pain. The poor are My priority."

The 6 hours on that sidewalk were rough. Time seemed to drag. All of us were exhausted, but we all grew that night. We were not the same people that left the prayer room just 6 hours prior--a transformation had taken place in us. When 5am rolled around, we were grateful for our families, our jobs, our beds, and the opportunity God has given us to help those who are hurting. Can there be anything greater to give your life to?!