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22 posts from December 2015

I hope my grandkids ask me about my greatest strength


What is your greatest strength?
Kara Tippetts shared her life and death through her blog and her book.


If my kids or grandkids ever ask me the question, I think I'm ready with an answer that I'm really pretty sure about.

I hope my five grandkids have a chance to read this someday.  As I transition through the fourth-quarter of my life, I've had lots of time to think about my strong and weak points.  I've seen plenty of the latter and felt uncertain about the former.

Through the years, I've stumbled in my life more than my fair share.  But I've always been able to get up.

When I was younger, I had an intellectual knowledge of the importance of Jesus is my life, but my heart knowledge of that was rather thin.  

It's taking me a long time to learn the importance of what Kara Tippetts says.  My biggest strength is my neediness for Jesus.  He gives me real hope.  I see the reality of that fact more and more everyday.

Reading and talking about prayer at lunch on Tuesdays with my friend Ken


A picture of the cover of the book Prayer.
This is the book we are reading. The picture was taken by Flare, an iPhone photo app which I am testing with the beta team.

As a child, I prayed every night before going to bed with my mother.  I would pray the "Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep" prayer and I would always have a tag line on the end about a need or a concern.

I grew up in a conservative Lutheran Church where it seemed that pastors and church staffers were the official prayer people.  There were tons of written prayers available in prayer books and devotional booklets.  The thought seemed to be that reading a prayer was the main way of talking with God.

As I got older, those prayers seemed like a prison where the boundaries of prayer were what was on paper and that seemed to box in my view of God and his relationship to me.  My church seemed to foster the notion  that there was a special language of prayer.  Pastors seemed to have it, along with a few others.  I was left with the impression that God would hear their prayers before mine.

My view of prayer has matured.  Today for lunch I will be joining my friend Ken for some talk about prayer in each of our lives and about a book "Prayer" by Philip Yancey.  His book pulls apart the whole topic and provokes thought in the reader.  

I feel I've abdicated a lot of opportunities to grow and do good by not praying more.  In this next year, I want to keep moving forward in that area.