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Yes I can! (Nutty Professor Voice)

Let me ask you a question; have you ever been reading your bible (ain’t been reading your bible? You better get on it hombre, you’re missing out on life) and thought to yourself, I wish God would use me it some really great way like that, that’s amazing. I have had those thoughts, now let me tell you what thoughts trail those thoughts. (say it three times fast, I dare ya.)

Shortly after come all my self-condemnation and doubt thoughts. I know these aren’t coming from God because He is crystal clear that there is no condemnation for those in Christ Jesus. So the enemy tricks the flesh, they do a little fist bump, and say lets break his spirit.

I was reading in Luke 9 about the transfiguration and some of these thoughts started to creep in. Fortunately the Holy Spirit was quick on the scene to guide me into all truth. You see, I began to say to myself; “If Peter can watch Jesus shine in glory and talk to two superstars of the faith from the past who are apparently still alive and kicking by his power, immediately afterwards see a cloud of “glory” and hear the voice of God say audibly this is my Son and still go on to deny him, what hope is there for a wretch like me?”

An aside here that I had also flipped over as a cross-reference to the stoning of Stephen, and he’s just casually asking God not to lay this sin at their charge. I’m not like that, I can’t fake that kind of love, I will never reach some level of spiritual discipline to make me love others in that way.

Then it hit me like a two ton heavy thing. (Queensryche Empire album reference recognized by nobody ever; I find I often reference the most odd things from my childhood that weren’t really pop culture but they were my culture so I’m the only one who thinks its cool lol) Christ was with Peter on the mountain, he was not with him when he denied Him. Once the presence of the Lord had departed He was just an everyday bum like the rest of us. I don’t mean any offense to Peter, but I know he wouldn’t take any.

The point is when the people in the bible that you think are heroes of the faith are doing things that seem superhuman, that’s because they are. Not that they are super human, but that God is. They merely placed their faith in Him to do super human work through them. That is how you love people who are stoning you, that is how people forgive a drunk driver for killing their family on the spot and go on to petition for them to get out of jail, that is how when  you are taking captive you lead your captors to Christ.

It doesn’t make any sense according to the principles of this world, even to our most virtuous attempts at defining love. This is a love that transcends all and you only get it by knowing the one who was transfigured on the mount.

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Specks are Cool, I Hate Logs

I’m pretty much about done with this whole blog experiment. I never get to be the hero I always used to always see myself as in bible stories. I tend to be the bad guy every time. The worst part is that I tend to do it under the misconception that I’m doing the good guy part.

“Why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?” Matthew 7:3 (ESV)

The Lord has brought a little (minimize it for comfort) character flaw up to me here lately that I thought I would share. I externalize standards and internalize grace. That is to say looking out my eyes on the world I see all the standards of the law and right living. The things that one would expect out of “good Christian folks.”

Looking in my eyes and onto my heart I see all the grace. I have a thousand faults; be they actions, words, or thoughts that are wicked. I immediately search for that tender merciful grace that the Lord offers lowly sinners like me.

I seem to get grace right where it matters least. The Lord said that the world would know us by our love for one another. I find most often that I have more grace for the stranger on the street than someone in my own church family or family of origin. This is because of an expectation. We all profess the Lord, so then the expectation is that the behavior of those following the Lord will follow. I get all high hopes that showing someone their behavior isn’t really matching the expectation is going to se the lightbulb off in their head. “Thank you so much brother for showing me the error of my ways, mighty fine of the Almighty using you like that, appreciate ya.”

The reality is usually much more along the lines of awkward glances, tension in the air, and a dwindling away of relationships. I’m glad the Lord has brought this to my attention, but also ashamed I’ve let myself fall prey to such text-book tricks of the enemy. Take a good intention and use it to harm and destroy. I hope anyone I’ve ever made a little less than comfortable about their walk with the Lord can pass the grace sauce my way.

I think ultimately the more we seek to impact others in their relationship with God the less we will. The more we seek God in our own relationship; the more we will impact others in theirs.

Who has a blanket and can I sit by your fire?


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Is Your Life Full?

I walk in to a sanctuary with heavy burdens and worries. I join with fellow believers in a time of corporate praise of our God. What happens in this passage of time that I press pause on everything else and join the choir around the throne of God; my life is filled. All of a sudden it occurs to me that every word He spoke was true. He takes my burdens and gives me rest (Matthew 11:28), I am transformed by the renewing of my mind (Romans 12:20). Death has no sting (1 Corinthians 15:55), and I will not perish but have everlasting life (John 3:16).

You don’t need a next big thing to fix you. There is no event horizon to advance to. No station in life, no significant other, no degree, no friends, no material possession, no set of principles or rules; absolutely nothing in this world will satisfy you and fill you. You were created to be loved by Him. Until you walk in this love you will be empty. We are wicker baskets outside of a relationship with Christ. No matter how much  your pour in, you always return to an empty state.

I will boast of my God, not for anything I have done, for God is no respecter of persons (Acts 10:34) but because of the good standing I have with my heavenly Father in Christ by grace through faith He has saw fit to bless me. (Ephesians 2:8) What is that blessing? Well it is multi-faceted and covers every bit of my life at the cross, here in time, and in eternity; but I will give you a snippet of it right here:

Part of that blessing is being able to live in a land where I may freely join with other believers and praise God, more than that though is a  little hand. A little hand inside of mine. That little hand connected to a daughter of God that He saw fit to place in my care. He has trusted me to train her up in the way she should go. (Proverbs 22:6) What an honor and a privilege, let no man neglect the rearing of the little one’s that God has entrusted him nor cause them to stumble in coming to know Christ. Think on this father’s, Jesus said it would be better for you that you sleep with the fishes then face those consequences. (Matthew 18:6)

The Lord wants you to enjoy this life, please understand you can’t truly do that without Him.





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Second Chance at Wisdom

“Enjoy your school days, they will be over before you know it.” If you are out of high school and/or college you have surely heard those words. If you are still in school you probably have heard them and disregarded them. Looking back after 13 years out of high school, I wish I would have listened to the people telling me how fast it would go.

Don’t fret though, I’m going to offer you a second chance at wisdom here today. One small stipulation though, I’m only offering it to you poor saps with offspring. That may seem a little unfair, but life always is, and thank God for that.

Let me say it plainly even though you have heard it before, “Take time to play with your kids.” Put down your phone, turn off your television and interact with them. I can only speak from the experience of someone who has an almost six year old little girl. I don’t know when the time will come that daddy isn’t her hero anymore or that she doesn’t want daddy to carry her to bed or snuggle, but I know it will come.

I can’t mark on a calendar the day she won’t ask me to play anymore, but the folks who have raised their own kids can tell me it’s coming. I don’t ask my mom or dad to play anymore. (even though I did put together a puzzle with my mom the other day) The point is, if you missed your shot at listening on the school advice, don’t miss this kid advice.

You have one chance to be an impact in your child’s “child” life. Sure you will have interactions as a young adult, and an adult; but you can never go back to these magical foundational years. All of their memories are being made right now, are you a part of them?

Will they remember that you played with them? Or will you be remembered for saying, “Some other time, not right now, or as soon as daddy finishes blah blah blah.” I know of only two things your children should take a back seat to. The first is God, and the second is your spouse; after that everything else can wait. Make time for them, teach them things, play with them, pray with them, read to them; raise good stewards of this earth and fine citizens of this country. Most important of all, love them.

Disengage for Love

I’m sure there are  hundreds of “unplug” articles floating around the world wide webs so I figured I would give you one more. It seems like such an easy thing to do, but then again I’m typing one on a computer that you’re reading on a phone or computer.

Too many nights go by at my house that we watch a television show while we watch videos on our phone or peruse facebook. A lot of the time what is on the television isn’t even important, just that it is there with its calming background noise.

The wife will show me a video that I never seem to find as funny as she does, and I will show her something that she will either tell me to turn off or look at me blankly as if to say “so what?” Funny how two people that are so completely different in tastes and opinions can come together so beautifully in holy matrimony, and people say God doesn’t exist.

The point is that we are only interacting at a base level. We aren’t experiencing the deepness and vast potential of the intimacy that God intended in a marriage.  We are casting the most precious gift we have down the toilet, our time.

We have roughly three hours in the evenings where the kid is in bed and we are both still semi-awake. Many times this is just wasted on silly shows and social media. How much greater would the return on my time investment be if my wife and I were praying together, studying the word together, or doing anything that would bring glory to the Lord besides just numbing out our minds?

I understand that many men and women feel like, “This is my me time. I have been mommy, daddy, worker, etc. all day and now this is my time to relax.” What wonders will the Lord work when we give Him our “me” time. When we say Lord I’m tired, I’m wore out, I really just want to veg out in front of the tv or phone; but you are a holy God and worthy of my worship.

With God’s grace, some prayers, and a little bit of never surrender attitude we can all move a little deeper into His presence and His invigorating joy by denying our “me” and putting it on the cross.

The hour is late, the night is dark, but the Fire is here.

Karen’s Nightmare

Karen awoke in a chilled sweat. Her sheets around her soaked. Her husband remained undisturbed and snoring. Karen decided to go downstairs for a glass of milk to try and shake this eerie feeling. As she tip toed downstairs she paused to admire some family photos. She and her husband Rodney had three wonderful boys. Those boys were her entire world. She was so thankful the abortion had impacted such a small part of her family. Being content with her three boys she had Rodney “fixed” they liked to joke. She would never have to worry about a choice being made again. Karen hadn’t thought of any of it for so long, but over the last few weeks she had been having the same dream over and over. In the kitchen she had a small glass of milk and made her way to the couch to collect her thoughts. The dream played through her head step by step of that day.

As Karen was led into the clinic she remembered hearing all the yelling. Everything seemed muffled but bits and pieces came through. “Choice” “Life” “Laws Change” and “Murder” seemed to be words that stuck out, once through the doors everything was quiet. The people inside were much more friendly and willing to help. She felt alone and confused through the whole process. Her mother was there with her which made it a little more comfortable, but awful at the same time. The prescreening seemed to take an eternity. There were talks of adoption, finances, hopes, dreams, and career goals. This all faded into the background when it came time to make her final choice with the doctor. Only her mother’s words remained, “This is my life, I have all the right to make this choice.” It hardened her will to do what she must under the light of the evidence she had. Her last memory of the actual procedure was the cold of the forceps. Three days later she emerged from the clinic in the arms of her loved one’s. She made her choice, mom and dad were proud. Her birth mother’s howls and protests only an echo, she was disposed of humanely and her organs donated.

I Dr. Meechin, record Karen’s story and others like hers in hopes to set the record straight at my own peril. The New Liberty Party has outlawed any form of speech that critiques their actions. The final freedoms fell quickly in our country. My hands are dirty in all of this as a former abortion doctor and active fascist fighter, or so I thought. I was their on the front lines. Every pro-choice rally, every gay pride parade, every gender neutral petition.  In 2015 the Supreme Court of the United States made a monumental power grab by overturning the will of the people and rights of the states by redefining marriage. We knew it wasn’t technically lawful, but we were right and we knew it.

By 2017 we had achieved regulations enforcing and protecting the transgendered community. Anyone who failed to acknowledge humans by their sex they self identified and instead presumed their biological sex to be the determining factor of their gender was silenced, fined, and/or jailed. At this point I patted myself on the back for the new era of social justice I had helped usher in. Over the next few years society adjusted and adopted these new polices and norms. The boundaries just kept moving though, things never really settled down. Marriage had been redefined numerous times and was now more of an oddity than anything meaningful. I remember one of the stranger marriages being between 163 college students and their professor. I didn’t technically agree with this idea, but in order to maintain my principles of equality and love I supported their rights to marry.

When the man to beast marriages started to be sanctioned by the state I tried to speak up that we were perhaps taking things a bit too far. We needed to have some sort of standard. I fell prey to the same vitriol and hatred I used to spew at rallies and protests. Some of the people I walked arm in arm with waving rainbow flags accused me of bigotry. I had nothing to stand on, no point of reference from which to call anything wrong or immoral. 2025 saw the abolition of all sexual laws as these laws by their very nature were deemed oppressive and damaging to human development. The DAD bill (Delayed Abortion Decision) is why I left the abortion practice. After aborting my first four year old I knew my humanity was gone. The DAD bill had allowed up to five years for parents to make a decision on abortion. This was touted as the bill that would protect any child from ever being told they were a mistake or an accident. With the erosion of any kind of moral absolutes or objective facts our society had brought itself to a ledge.

The New Liberty party came on the scene as the government party that could save us, pull us back from the ledge. It is this doctor’s humble opinion that all they did was toss us off. The rode the GOD bill to power. The “Generations Only Decisions” bill declared that the state would handle the human rights involved in generational pregnancies and the continuation of the human species. All women found to be pregnant would be required to attend abortion clinics ran by the state. This would satisfy both the pro-life and pro-choice sides. All the current laws would remain intact and all acts were permissible but anytime life was conceived in a womb the state immediately had jurisdiction and power.  The woman would make a choice, but so would the baby. The woman had three choices prior to conception. Celibacy, Contraceptives, or any Non-Life Inducing sexual acts. The baby had three options that would be played out live on the ultrasound.

If the mother wished to keep her child she still needed the baby to choose her. If she wanted to abort the baby, the baby needed to consent. The baby could remain still and accept the abortion; squirm away showing a rejection of the mother’s abortion choice; or grab or kick the doctor’s instrument indicating a decision to abort the mother. The government always gives more weight to the babies’ decision as a higher potential source of tax revenue than a female already a quarter or so of the way into her life.

I’m hopeful that some future generation can turn it all back around. That they can restore peace between woman and child; restore marriage between man and woman; restore love between God and mankind. I fear though that we have sunk too far. As of this writing on May 3, 2031 over 1.2 million American mother’s have been aborted.