Trying to remember the way things were...

It's so near to Christmas and I was talking to Suzanne (my lovely wife of so many years) pointing out the fact that it really doesn't feel like the Christmas I know and love this year. Life has it's peaks and valleys and we all do our best to stay afloat, but I feel like I need to stop and take time each day to remember what this is all about and to clear my head. We all know the story but do we know the Saviour of the story? Do we know that we need this Saviour for more than "fire insurance"? I have come to understand this more each year and as I watch the world around me lose it's collective mind, it makes more and more sense to me. At the literal end of each day, I hope that God will help me to rely on Him more and to have a passion to pray for others I know need His comfort and guidance... the kind that only He can bring. MLT

I'm a hater...

As much as I like to think that I have control of some things in my life, I inevitably get tripped up now and then, as we all do. That's not an excuse to accept those trippings, but a chance to rebound from them as gracefully as I can.

One area of my concern lately is my anger. I have come to the conclusion that there are certain things I hate and need to deal with. For instance, I hate the effect the "principalities of this dark world" have on me and the ones I love the most. I hate the fact that I know so many people who would call themselves Christians and you would never know it by the way they live. That's dangerous thing for me to say because God knows I don't have my act together, but you know what? I at least give a dang to try because I love Jesus and don't want to grieve the Sprit anymore than I do... I hate to watch my hard earned money go straight to a government to waste and spend on those who don't want to work and pay for their easy living (not to mention their health insurance). I hate that there is nothing fair in life when it comes to relationships, security, love, sex, responsibility, wealth, health, kids, and the potential for all of those to cause me heartache. I hate the fact that now I have maybe accumulated some life wisdom in my older years, I haven't the body or spirit to act on it and those that I know have young body and spirit choose to ignore wisdom (I'm sure I was the same way and now the glove is on the other hand). I can go on and on... I'm a hater for sure, but will I let the love of God change me enough to hate less? I am praying for that very thing... for now, I'm a hater.

A season of rest...

the older I get, it seems to me life is handed to me in seasons. I know that flies in the face of the "you make your own opportunity" wisdom of a Tony Robbins and I have been known to go there, but things seem much different these days for me. I work at what I do and I want to pursue excellence, but at the same time, I believe God is patient in my shortcomings (that's not a license for my willful rebellion), gracious in His provision (yes, I do believe that all I have is by His hand and not my clever resourcefulness) and is eager to give me His full attention when I sit down and give Him mine... This year has been full of personal disappointment. In it, I have found myself closer to Him than maybe in the past. This makes perfect sense to me and I embrace it. Right now, I've been graciously afforded a season of rest. The bills are paid for now and I have time to spend with Him and my beautiful wife. I have no idea what the next season will bring but I pray that it finds me closer to Him and to His perfect example of a Son...

it has to start somewhere...

I figured since the rest of my family seems to be into this blog thing and since I enjoy reading what they write, it makes sense to join the fun...

For a person who is in my profession (producing records) I am probably not the typical mold. I don't really care about the sounds on the new Miley Cyrus record, nor do I wish to bite the guitar part on the new flavor of the month rock record. I prefer to spend time sitting on my front porch at the end of the day. I quit coloring my hair years ago and I have not a single tattoo on my body. I spend my days making records with folks that have and do all of the above and I love that about them. I totally relate to the Brian Wilson song "I wasn't made for these times" and it describes me to a T. I love the music of that era as well and it shows in my work. The kids think it's cool. I think much of that music was brilliant and unpretentious.

That pretty much also describes my thoughts about the God I know and love. Brilliant and unpretentious... He's the one being I can legitimately count on in this life and I am learning to lean on Him for peace through this difficult life. My hope is built on nothing less... MLT