Monday, November 28, 2011

New CD!

It was a beautiful home the Lord of Glory left, when He set out o His mission to save His friends... And it was a cold and barren wilderness He came to. But there was no hesitation. Heaven poured out praises as its Commander became nothing for an ungrateful race...
What He saw here to make Him choose pain and sacrifice over the adoration of angels, We Cannot Tell.

But he did. And it makes us sing...

Our new CD is shipping. Listen to samples, or order your copy right here.

Departing Soon...

To all my praying friends...
Thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks...
I wanted to post something of note on here before leaving, but there’s been a sudden change of plans. I will be leaving here in about an hour and a half and staying closer to the airport tonight as my flight leaves earlier than the train can get me there. 
I will try to get a few more pics out, perhaps even once I get home. 
Again, thank you all for investing in the work of God, here, through your prayers. 
I know it’s a cliche, but, because of these dedicated young people, this place will never be the same. 

It's been a privilege to watch them work...

Surrounding Countryside 
My rooming quarters (far left)

Sunday, November 27, 2011


Jet lag can’t keep my brain frozen under these conditions. Nor can the chill of the Norwegian winter wind. 
Things are happening. God’s work moves forward with dynamism. 
If you’ve been praying, keep it up. Study has been deep. Today is the first day of planning. 

I’ll post some pictures later, if time allows. 

A random picture from Church yesterday- Children's story in progress.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Thanksgiving. Alone?

No. Not alone. Believe it or not, the whole plane load expresses thanks. I’ve never met such a cheer filled bunch of travelers. “Happy Thanksgiving” resounds everywhere. Friendly conversations carry on. Travelers call friends up until the moment the boarding doors close and as soon as we touch down- all to wish others the season’s cheer. 

I wonder. 
It’s something how a holiday can make people remember what’s really important. 
I’m thankful too. For a loving family at home. For the prayers of friends. For an opportunity to take another stab at darkness. 
Most of all, I’m thankful for the fact that we have something to be thankful for every day of the year- Being children of the King is no ordinary privilege.

I’m on my way to meet with 45 visionary young people in Europe to discuss the work of God. 
Prayers would most certainly be appreciated. 

Written on Thanksgiving day on the plane. Couldn't be posted until today.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Mountain of Thanks

This morning I was pondering what I have to be thankful for, this being the time of year especially dedicated to remembering our blessings. One thing came out on top of the list: Monument Ridge, the mesa on the side of which rests our home. 

When we moved here 12 year ago, our first family walk along its top resulted in little Nebs fastidiously picking up the many quartz that lay strewn on the ground until our pockets bulged. Since then, we have loved and used Monument Ridge for many reasons; sleeping under the stars, worshiping God together, taking walks to unwind, watching the full moon on smokey nights during fire season, building monuments with friends (from whence the ridge received its name), a proposal spot for friends to become engaged, and so many other things...

Perhaps 6 or 7 years ago, its primary use in our lives changed when some of us began daily using it for a quiet place out in nature to pray. Over the years, more of us began to use it for that same purpose, until a small path was beaten into the side of the mountain, made by the feet of young people on a quest for God.

This morning I went up there again, camera in hand, and took these pictures of the view along the length of the mesa. My thoughts trailed back over the past 3 years especially. During those years I’ve been up there in nearly every external and internal condition possible. I’ve walked in the burning heat, in biting cold, in wind, rain, mud, snow, and when the sun-baked earth cracked for need of moisture. I've been up there in the early morning, during all hours of the day, and had to run its near mile length for home as darkness gathered after sunset. 

And as for internal conditions, I’ve been up there during the happiest moments of my life, when songs of praise have not been able to express the joy within me, as well as when tears rained down for a mile. I’ve pled for neighbors, friends, family, strangers, orphans, slaves, authorities, nations, and most of all for my own heart so much in need of divine grace, along its paths. I’ve been up there in peace and in turmoil, in weariness and energy; to thank God for dreams come true, or to hand Him the pieces of shattered ones; been up there asking for guidance, or to commit to tread the path laid out for me; and the list goes on, with the accumulated memories of hours of prayer throughout the journey of years...

As I slowly walked the same path this morning (I nearly always walk exactly the same route every time I’m up there), I drank it in with different eyes. Memories flooded through my mind. Most of the time I’m up there with a mission, my mind far too full to absorb the beauty or recollect the past. Today, I looked around me, and remembered. And for the first time in quite a while I realized how much I have to be thankful for in that massive mound of rock covered with dirt, trees, and grasses. Up there my relationship with God took deep root during the most pivotal years of my experience. And not just mine; my sibs could easily say something similar...

And so today, I’m thankful for a ridge... Or better said the God that has been so loving as to listen to me up there.

Do you have a place and time for prayer? If you do, I know you can relate to me. If not, by all means get a spot and make the time, my friend. Come next Thanksgiving you’ll be singing hosannas too.


 And yes, that's home down there. :)

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Treasuring These Days

Our days are not just gifts. They are the crowns all other gifts are set in.
And yet, quite possibly the treasures we most take for granted...

We are treasuring these days. These days God has given us to work together, to grow together, to be together.

May all our work be worthy... And may we daily grow in grace.

Here are some snapshots of our recent two week trek across the US.

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