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Teaching the Next Generation
Over the years I have prayed for many young people. As important as my commitment to prayer may be, engaging them in the process of my prayers might be equally as important. So I am going to share with you a few tips I have learned in establishing a triangle of communication, inviting the participation of those I pray for to guide me in my prayer life.
The Future 2,000 Miles Away
The story you are about to read is true. The details were
captured from a four hour debriefing session Alex —-, Juan
Martinez and I had the second day we got to spent together in
Rockwall, Texas. I am sure if you speak Spanish and have the
opportunity to talk at length with Alex you will get a fuller
picture of all he faced and what he felt as he made his 2,000
mile journey. My goal was to document the highlights of that
journey so many more would have a small window into his
experience immigrating to the US from Nicaragua.
The Killer Strawberry Milkshake
I was ready to celebrate! I had just transferred my edited version of the 22 chapters of my book to my co-author. A life long goal had been accomplished. Linda’s story and our relationship now documented and handed off to the different categories of professionals for the final editing, designing and cover work.
As I sat with Michael Ashley, my co-author, looking at the lunch menu at IHop the strawberry milk shake just seemed like the appropriate beverage to honor this occasion, no champagne on the menu, so a milk shake would be the substitute beverage. Salute!
Power of a Prayer Partner
When I was 14 I became a Christian. I had just moved from
Idaho to Sunnyvale, California. Everything was new, different
and big. I saw myself as a lone wolf, without any friends to
help me navigate the world. No male figures in my life. Dad,
as a railroader, was hardly ever home as I grew up and now
mom and dad were divorced. With my dad still in Idaho and
my brother, eight years old than me, now on his way to a
career having just finished college, I felt no one was there to
provide guidance and direction. I had been left behind.
The Fountain Mist
This is a ‘trueish’ story… I chose to use a made up word
‘trueish’ because you will soon realize the story will be told in
a metaphor. It comes from my personal experience after years
of being a Christian and then serving as a pastor in five
churches the routine of abeyance had dried up my soul, my
passion had evaporated leaving me with a spirit of clay that
crumbled because there was no moisture left to hold it
together.
