Happy 2017-is-almost-over-thank-you-Jesus. It’s November, 54 days until Christmas. It’s time to start reflecting on all the things you were going to do this year but haven’t done, so you can hurry up and do them so your year isn’t a total loss.

Oh, that’s just me.

With a coming of a new month, I’m taking on new challenges. I’ve decided to invite you to sit front row on my journey. I’m not the greatest at finishing, because I really just like to have ideas. But not this time, my friend, not this time.

Lucky you, you get to hear all my adventures of:

30 days of YOGA.


30 days of WRITING.

I’ll either a. stop all of this all together by next Tuesday, b. Jesus will come and rapture us into heaven(please) or 3. I will actually accomplish something with my life in the next 30 days.

Either way, I have to try, because we can never stop trying. I noticed that watching baseball players during this World Series.

Down by 4

0 for 3 at bat

Only pitched 4 balls before being replaced by a new pitcher


The players always go back up to the plate, they always swing their hearts out. Even if they strikeout, they don’t really fail, because after 8 more batters they will be right back up there trying again.

I’m back at the plate people, and I’ll go down swinging.

Thanks for hanging out with me. It should be…adventurous.

P.S. GoStros

P.S.S. Did you catch the Halloween episode of This is Us last night? SO. MANY. TEARS.


Christians are Lazy

Last Thursday was the National Day of Prayer. The family and I couldn’t decide between a local, small event and the City event, but the kids voted for the City Event so off we went. I was nervous about getting there too late to get a good seat. Afterall, the venue was Steinbrenner Field and only held 11,000 people. I figured there were well over 11,000 Christians in Tampa who would be ready to pray it up for the evening.

Traffic was backed up down Dale Mabry, Jesus Freaks stood on the corner with signs that read, “Honk if you love Jesus!” The kids were excited, I was excited…but then…I glanced at the stadium and my heart sunk. I reasoned with myself, it’s still early, there will be tons of people here soon.

But as the evening progressed, this is what I found

Yep. Empty Seats. And not just one or two, more like 2/3 of the stadium completely vacant. I struggled to take it all in. I knew there were other events in other counties, but this was the city of Tampa event, surely there should be more people. Pastor after pastor stood up to pray for different areas of country and our city. Pastors of mega churches, who have inflluence over thousands of people, but still empty chairs.

I was overwhelmed yet baffled. Overwhelmed, because the prayers were so necessary and powerful. I witnessed my kids holding hands in prayer and lifting their hands in worship. And baffled that so many Christians were missing out on this opportunity.

Every day when I login to Facebook I see comments about Obama and his beliefs, and problems in schools and issues with our government from my Christian friends. On this ONE day, Christians have been given a government declared day to Nationally assemble and pray for needs of this country and our city and this is the turnout.

And we wonder why the government doesn’t take the Christian community seriously, and we wonder why our voice is not being heard. We watch the moral decline of policies yet don’t re-arrange our lives for the ONE day we are given to come together to exercise our most powerful tool of our faith–pleading to the God of the Nations for intervention. Does the rest of the world think Christians Don’t Care or do they simply think Christians are Lazy? I happen to think we are the latter.


The Love of the Game

Of course I’m going to talk about Baseball! I stayed up until ONE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING just to watch the Rangers lose game 6 of the World Series. After the, oh, I don’t know, 32nd error all you could hear me chant is “It’s Rigged! It’s Rigged!” Everyone knows The Man wants every series of every professional sport to go to the absolute final game in order to pad the pockets of the corporate execs, increase advertising revenue and pay the ridiculous salaries of the players we hold our breath to see make Little League mistakes.

Then the thought hit me….When the heck did I become so cynical?

I recall the Magic of Christmas, and the excitement and beauty of Easter and the spring time that followed. I remember loving Baseball for the sake of loving baseball! I’ve always been a baseball fan! The first pro game I ever went to was an Astro’s game–who ironically, besides the Rangers, is the only other Pro Team to not win the pennant. That first game was amazing. I remember the massiveness of the Astrodome, watching Darryl Strawberry from the outfield…and the 17 innings…yes SEVENTEEN inning game to which my mother had to convince my step-dad to to back to the hotel at that point.

But somewhere along the way, I gained “knowledge” of the ways of this pitiful world and turned sour to The Man. And with every swing of the bat, my ambivilance of loving the game and hating The politics robs me of pure joy.

I believe that is why Jesus calls us to be like Children in our faith, in our commitment, in our coming to Him. The Man, politics, satan, the world, hurts, fears, realties– will all steal the joy that God intended us to have in this life.

Hoping to catch a few innings of the game tonight, after my daughter cheers at her High School Homecoming Game, and challenging myself to focus on simply, the love of the game!