A Perfect Day?

A quote that I’ll use out of context:

“We aren’t here to make things perfect.

The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect.

Not us.”

Snowflakes are perfect

That means God is perfect since he designed the perfect stars and snowflakes. I’m not perfect, nobody I know is perfect and there isn’t anyone who to know who would be perfect if I knew them. Perfection isn’t our thing.

But every now and then we get close, we touch the hem of the garment, scratch the surface and catch a glimpse of perfect.

Such was Sunday morning. 


A new birth happened. At the start of 2nd service I baptized a man who was as excited, grateful, and humble as anyone I’ve ever immersed into Jesus. He came up from the water, raised his arms in victory and shouted enthusiastically. It was a great moment for the Kingdom of God and a wonderful start to our service. Wow!

There is such victory in Jesus, such hope through calvary.

Later, I had the honor of leading a Baby Blessing for a young family and their newest addition, an infant son.They came with their family and grandparents and our shepherds surrounded them for a prayer of thanksgiving and affirmation. We prayed he would be raised in the love and will of God and that their home would always be a haven of the Holy Spirit. It moved me deeply. 

Then I introduced the Development Director of Hope For Haiti’s Children who was there to support the sponsorship drive. He built us up with words of appreciation for helping the Cite Soleil school over the past 12 years. He was so encouraging!

Then I got to share some of my Haiti experiences and the Holy Spirit stirred the hearts of many. When the day started we were sponsoring 232 kids in the Cite Soleil school and by the close of 2nd service sponsorship swelled to 301, an increase of 69, and many left their names to sponsor children when they are available. There was so much love and compassion and such a desire to serve the least of His flock.

Such a beautiful thing, watching so many chose to sponsor a Haitian child!


I’m still glowing and still so very thankful to the Shepherd of our souls. It was so exciting to be there and richly fulfilling to be part of it. It was a glorious Sunday and an almost perfect day.

Or maybe it was perfect! 


A Sunday to Remember!

I don’t often blog on Saturday mornings but today is different. It’s about what’s happening tomorrow morning. It’s Sunday and it will be especially good. 


 Like many churches, we value new life and love blessing new babies. In 2nd service tomorrow will be a Baby Blessing. The family will come on stage, be surrounded by our elders, and then I’ll share words of love, meaning and a scripture with the parents. Then one of the elders will say a prayer of blessing. It’s a beautiful thing.

Not me or the baby blessing of tomorrow morning, but its celebrating New Life at SE!


Also in 2nd service will be the baptism of a young man who has realized that his infant baptism was something others decided for him and not through his faith but the faith of others. So, tomorrow morning he will born again. It’s a beautiful thing.

Celebrating New Life With Those Who Are Born Again


For 12 years our church has been heavily invested in Haiti. We parter with a faith based non-profit called Hope For Haiti’s Children, a ministry doing Christian Education, Orphan Care, Health Care and other services in Haiti for 25 years. Families and individuals in our congregation sponsor some 240 children in the Cite Soleil school in Port-au-Prince. Tomorrow morning we aim to sponsor seventy more. It’s a beautiful thing. 


We are in the process of appointing additional leaders for Southeast. Tomorrow morning, in both services, will be a video of the candidates. We will see and hear the husbands and wives speak of their experience at SE and share what it means to be an Elder. It’s a beautiful thing.



It’s going to be a wonderful day at Southeast, you don’t want to miss it and may God be praised for his providential blessings. Thank you Lord!

Home of the Southeast Church. It’s Going To Be a Great Day Tomorrow!

Best Part of All: The People

I was at an awesome party last night. The food was delicious and there was plenty to go around. Everyone was excited and ready for a fun filled evening. Some really sweet kids were there too, kids I’ve watched grow up over the past eleven years. Yep, I was with friends. 

There was also a game on TV, the last one of the season, and the biggest. 


  1. The women filled their plates and went to the dining room.
  2. The men filled their plates and went to the TV.
  3. The kids filled their plates and went to an undisclosed location.


  1. It was a defensive battle, that’s code for low scoring and dull.
  2. Many of the commercials were well crafted but beyond my comprehension.  
  3. Twice I went to the dining room to ask them to please lower their voices.
  4. Twice those in the dining room laughed heartily and shooed me away. 
  5. Nobody cared that much about the Rams, only that the Patriots wouldn’t win.
  6. The jalapeño poppers were excellent. 


The food was excellent, the house was lovely, spacious and comfortable and the game was the largest event of the football season. But for me, the people were the best part!

I didn’t see the first half because I was in the kitchen engaged in conversations with others who, like me, were from our church. It was so enriching to connect and catch up. They were the best part of the game. But I did get to watch the second half and it was almost exciting there at the end.


I don’t know if the Lord was rooting for a team, I mean, the Cowboys weren’t even playing. Nevertheless, I congratulate the World Champion New England Patriots, again.

World Champions, Again 

And I’m grateful for sweet people who are dear friends. I would have watched the game regardless of who was playing. But the fellowship, the sense of belonging, and the expressions of love and care were what was really super about the Super Bowl.

Thank you Super Bowl 53, until next year!

Careless, Clumsy, and Confused?


Those would be: careless, clumsy and confused, along with the three F’s: forgetful, fatigued, and falling. 

The three C’s and the three F’s pertain to getting older, to aging. I did’t notice it until I turned 62. Being 61 was fine, it seemed like 60 or 59. But 62, oh my goodness have I noticed.  

A Few of the C’s

  • Sometimes lose track of what day it is.
  • I’m bumping into things more than I used to.
  • It’s taking longer to get the caps off of bottles. 
  • My mind is giving me the word I need but I say something else.
  • Find myself not caring as much about some things.

A Few of the F’s

  • I sometimes can’t summon the name of people I know.
  • Sometimes can’t remember what day it is.
  • I go to a room to get something and when I get there can’t remember why.
  • I remind myself about something and half way down the driveway I remember. 
  • And then, there’s falling down the stairs. 

I realize that what I’ve said risks making me look like a doddering fool or a man drifting into senility. I’ll assure you that it’s neither. 

Most of the C’s and F’s only occasionally happen, and I’ve always done some of them, but now it seems to have increased a bit.


You might have wondered about that one. Well, here’s what happened. We had a kitchen table and chairs that wasn’t being used and offered it to our son who gladly accepted. He lives in a 3rd floor apartment. 

So, it took a couple of trips to get everything up there, but we did, and we got it put together. So, as I was leaving and going down the stairs I accidently missed a step, lost my balance, and went crashing down onto the landing. I missed a step and wished I hadn’t. Bang goes the dynamite. 

My head crashed into the corner pillar of the landing and wrenched my neck. My left shoulder hit the railing attached to the pillar. My right ankle felt like it was sprained or broken. My left foot was in immediate pain and shooting up into the knee.

stairs 2
Not my sons’ apartment stairs, but close, really very close!


  1. It happened in a blink and I couldn’t react fast enough to prevent it.
  2. I knew on the way down it was going to be bad. 
  3. I haven’t fallen like that since slipping on ice when I was 32.
  4. I had the presence of mind to think: “I hope no one is watching.” 
  5. Nothing broken, no major injuries, except to my pride: ouch. 

It’s got to be the aging? Right? This is my first time to fall down stairs and hope to never do it again. I’m not clumsy or careless. As least I didn’t use to be. However, I have twice crashed through the ceiling from up in the attic, but that happened back in my 50’s. 

I’m fine, a little sore and banged up, but fine. If the fall had been recorded I could submit it to America”s Funniest Videos, I bet I’d win. 

I’m gearing up though. I turn 63 in May.


I’ve never been more productive in my work. My best life and best years are right now. I write a BLOG, have a VLOG, have published two books, working on the third, and I’m in my 10th year serving as Senior Minister for a great church. In a few weeks I’ll be leading a group to the Holy Land, my fifth trip to Israel.

You are as young as you feel. Age is just a number. Watch out for those stairs.