Faithfulness

Faithfulness

When May hits, Sarah and I find ourselves absolutely wiped out. Life, work, church, a dog… I feel like I’m forgetting something… oh yeah, raising our kids. It’s like running a marathon where every step is good, every step matters, but every step also drains you. You’re further down the road, but something’s been poured out. Even elite ultra-runners eventually hit a wall where they just can’t keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Then summer hits.

The first few days of summer feel like stepping into a completely different world. We’re no longer waking up before sunrise, no longer sprinting from school to after-school activities to homework to that never-ending evening routine. No more late night cramming in extra work, replying to emails, prepping for Bible study, and collapsing into bed just so we can do it all again the next day. Suddenly, those days are gone.

For a few brief moments, summer feels like slower mornings, no strict schedule, no hustle.

But then… late July arrives.

News from The Tower VOL 29

News from The Tower VOL 29

News from the Tower – 29

This Tower features ministry highlights from Easter, what we have planned for National Day of Prayer (tomorrow May 1st), upcoming bonfire, and Egypt signups are open!

Serious Question

Serious Question

Last night at dinner, we had a very serious theological conversation.

Should any food ever touch the palm of your hand?

Weird question, I know—but watch a little kid eat, and you’ll see every food group being palmed like it’s a basketball. Personally, I find that gross…but I’m also not a child, and I’m a recovering germaphobe, so maybe that’s just me.

Adults, on the other hand, tend to keep their food at the fingertips—unless it’s popcorn, nuts, or candy. Those get a pass. Otherwise, palm-to-food contact? No thank you.

Sarah and I made our case. It was clear, logical, and morally superior (obviously). No palm-to-food contact—except for small snacks. Case closed. I even triumphantly challenged the table:
“Name one food that should touch the palm of your hand.”

Keating didn’t miss a beat. “Banana,” he said.

Banana?!

Anybody Else?

Anybody Else?

I love the sun setting later.  I love longer and brighter evenings.  I love the lengthening of days and the feeling that spring is inching forward with Summer in the not too distant future.

While at the same time…I hated the way I felt this morning.

Anybody else?

I mean, I travel a bit, my wake up time and bed time adjust regularly, but this morning, was terrible.

Again, anybody else?

Milk and Honey Lattes

Milk and Honey Lattes

Right after we sort out the candy, take down the cobwebs and spooky decorations, and toss the rotting pumpkin from our front porch, Sarah is ready to decorate for Christmas and start drinking Peppermint Mochas.

I, on the other hand, am a traditionalist. I need to wait another four weeks or so, watch Santa glide past Macy’s on a Thursday morning, and eat an unhealthy amount of carbs before I’m ready to prepare my heart and mind for Christmas.

We can’t wait to celebrate and remember Jesus stepping into creation. We jump at the opportunity to look toward the little town of Bethlehem. We love the traditions of counting down the days and indulging in the treats of the season.

But Easter feels different.