The Day After

I woke around 5 this morning realizing Carter had fully given me his cold from last week.  Nothing like another joy of parenting. I called off and went to an Urgent Care to get some medicine.

The day after a holiday weekend is never easy, especially returning to the routines of life. We split from our extended families and gradually recover from the coma of ham, filling, and jelly beans.

What happens the day after is just as important. We get the message and, now, what do we do with it?


There’s a point in the Bible where Jesus returns to heaven. Imagine the next conversation. Did they keep looking at the sky, wondering if he’d return? Did they wonder about the next morning, the next week, the next month?

Think of the knowledge they had; the experiences of the past three years, the miracles and conflict, the bloodshed and revival. They had seen things that would change the world.

The Day After is the key to the story.  They could have rested or given up, instead they shifted into action.

The story doesn’t stop.

Day Afters are no fun but they are essential. They make us get up in the morning, watch our progress, spend valuable time doing valuable things.  They push us forward on our own terms, not ones set for us from outside sources.

We have Day Afters because the story isn’t over. As hard as it is to pull our heads off the pillow, we do it and keep going towards the best ending even if we can’t see all the details yet.



The Secret to Life

It is easy to get discouraged.

I met with two friends this week, both guys married and in the midst of careers.  We each go through our days and nights with family and, in our own way, we have struggles.  They can be rough jobs, stressful kids, not enough money or the weight of the future.

We break it down and encourage each other and there are moments when we need to understand the essence of faith.

Paul tells us:

For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Cephas, and then to the Twelve. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers and sisters at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.

For I am the least of the apostles and do not even deserve to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them—yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me. Whether, then, it is I or they, this is what we preach, and this is what you believed.

Our walk is a choice.


In the age where faith becomes a derogatory term and a political coin, we must break it down. Do we follow the one who is alive? Do we know that, after this life, is something greater?

Do we live with the power of the resurrection inside (Romans 8:11)?

That changes our life:

~God works through every conversation.

~Adversity is overcome to reveal glory.

~Struggle transforms us through refining power.

~Hope is constant.

~Prayer is war.

~Our calling puts a dent in the universe and changes eternity.

~Dreams are radar. Visions become our compass.

~Worship never ends.

I’m praying for this is my life and the life of our family.  How does that list make you feel?  Nervous? Excited? Scared? Remember, he is alive and this life is available for everyone willing to follow the path and change the world.


Hitting the Reset Button

A coworker has gotten me into the world of online gaming.  Now, I had the systems most of us had growing up, the Nintendo, Super Nintendo, PlayStation, and PlayStation 2 chronologically.  Those gave way to cell phone games and eventually a Wii for Carter.  One day my friend told me about this game called The Secret World.


You create a character and go into these worlds to fight the bad guys and gain points to advance your character.  The worlds are deep, immersive, and engaging. Every time you die you resurrect at different points in the game.

Every death is a new start.

I’m still working my way through The Artisan Soul by Erwin McManus. The chapter I was reading last night talked about the legacies we leave behind.  Everything we do creates a legacy. When we imagine our dreams and chase them with our actions.  We are called to better lives and operate on higher levels by a creator who knew us before we were born. Every day is an opportunity to live our dreams.

I struggle with this as a father and husband. I have this idealized image of our family, marriage, house, jobs, etc.  I have this self out there waiting for me to catch up. He’s more secure, in better shape, established and moving confidently into the future.  The battle is to keep moving. The fight is one step at the time.  The goal is the dream and the pathway is creation.

The journey includes death.  It includes denying the self, turning away from bad habits, toxic thoughts, and inherited issues. It takes breaking away from the past, learning from it, and looking forward.

The sun always comes up tomorrow.  This is a sentence I’ve repeated to myself many times over the years.  The sun comes up tomorrow.

Now what will you do with it?


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