last 2004 blog...

Well, this is it for 2004. What are your resolutions for 2005? Here are mine:

1) The ole' lose weight thing. It's time to get back on the wagon. I've still got a net loss of 25 pounds in 2004. My plan is to write down what I eat and track carbs/prot/fat for everything...it's worked this far. I have a weight goal in my mind, but what's more important is getting my eating under control.

2) By this time next year, I'd like to be running about 20 miles per week. That is the base from which I'd like to train to run the Chicago Marathon in 2006. I'm not committing to the marathon yet...not sure that I'll have the time to train for that. It would be fun because there are about 3-4 people from Hamburg who would come out to run it with me if I do it. But in 2005, it's up to 20 miles per week.

You might say, "Boy, Matt, those aren't very spiritual resolutions." But, oh, contrair...the way I care for my body has everything to do with being a good steward of what God has given me...health, calling, family, etc. If I die young (like my dad did), then I leave my kids too early and I don't accomplish what I believe God wants me to accomplish in this life. So caring for my body (not winning any contests or anything here, just getting healthier) is very much a spiritual thing.

3) I'd like to become a bit more kind. The Bible speaks of kindness as a fruit of God's spirit at work in me. I've made some progress, but I still yell at slow or dorky drivers more than I'd like Izak to see. I still refer to people as idiots or morons more than I should -- I think Jesus would take offense at me characterizing people he loves that way.

What are ways that I've grown this past year? You'll have to ask Heidi and Rick (my closest friend) to be sure, but here are ways I think I've grown...

1) I've made some progress on the shysical health issue.

2) Patience. If you have kids, you either learn to be more patient or you implode.

3) Kindness/Gentleness. I think I've become more gentle in the way I express myself. A bit less bellowing and flagrant language...a bit.

4) I've grown as a manager of the money God has given me. It's His money, I just get to use it. I think I'm growing. When it came time to buy a house in IL, Heidi and I opened ourselves up, sharing very specific numbers. I hate sharing money stuff with anyone...makes me feel very vulnerable. But it also was great to have people that love me so much that the numbers don't matter...and I trust that they have my best at heart.

2005 will be marked as a great and difficult year. It will be great because of the new adventures that lie ahead. I'm excited about leading the people of Northwest Christian Community to be effective in honoring God and loving people. I'm excited about the new friends we'll make -- and the ones we've already made. I'm excited about helping Izak grow and learn as a little boy. I'm excited about helping Liberty grow -- she'll probably begin walking and even talking a bit this year. I'm excited about continuing to grow as a husband, learning and loving Heidi.

It's also going to be a very difficult year because of the move from Hamburg. We've been away from our families since we were married -- we're used to that. But moving from our dear friends in Hamburg...that's going to be very sad for us...difficult to put words to. We've shared our lives so deeply...

I know that we'll continue to share life with these friends. We'll talk on the phone and meet for vacations. But the daily grind will be different without them nearby. Sure, they could move with us...but we're not that close;-) [Note: that's me being a smart ***]

In all these things, I know this for sure...God is faithful and He will only continue to reveal His incredible love for us as we respond in obedience and faith. And that...that's the best part about looking ahead to 2005!

Peace,

Matt

Mommy Rocks...

I don't know how Heidi does it every day...I've been on daddy duty for the past two days. Heidi's working at Roswell to stockpile as much mulla as possible for the most. So I took a vacation day and a holiday to be at home with the kids.

We've had a great time. Each day, we've had the chance to get out and run some errands...even just driving around.

Today, I set up our new phone account in IL. Our phone number will be 847.548.7791. Pretty cool, huh? We'll work on more utilities after the New Year.

I've also set up the movers. Unless something falls apart, Bekins wins. Stevens has a clergy moving department but they cost about a grand more...go figure. It's sort of a sad commentary that there are so many pastors that move so much that Stevens can have a whole department just for us. When I first called, and the lady was "selling" me on her company, she said, "I'm working with one pastor for the forth time...he really likes our service."

Pastors tend to move alot. I think there are many reason for that...

1) They become "professional" clergy...so they are more about jobs than community and relationships. They get fired for not measuring up and they leave when the church doesn't need their specific expertise any more.

2) They give up. When the church doesn't grow, they either get fired or they leave because the lack of growth is someone else's problem. Instead of growing as a leader and then trusting the results to God and His design for a church, they compare themselves to Bill Hybels (Willow Creek Church in IL) or other big church pastors.

3) They didn't interview the church well. Because they were under the gun to leave their last place, they just needed a job so took the church that invited them. So the community isn't a good "fit."

4) Some men and women are called to begin or transition churches in preparation for the future. God really does gift some people for short-term ministry in a church.

I worked hard through the interview process to hear God and to do whatever I could do to make sure that Northwest is the right fit. Just like marriage, you never really know until you share a bathroom and get the flu. But my commitment is not to Northwest's growth, it's to the community being built there...the people. We will grow together. We will have confict, but work through it. We will become more like Jesus together...because of each other.

I can't guarentee that the other elders at Northwest won't fire my butt...but I can promise to work hard, grow as a leader and person, and love well.

I hope it will be decades before I need to call a moving company again.

I'm off to spend some time with the best mother ever (no offense, Mom)! She's worked hard today and probably needs her feet rubbed.

Peace,
M@

Hunkering down...

I'm really struggling to keep focused this week. The holidays always makes that tough...and then the whole moving thing...

I'm preaching this weekend and need to finish the message today and tomorrow. I'm narrowing in on it, but, man, it's a challenge.

I'm working to bring home a passage from 2 Peter that speaks to our personal spiritual formation and growth. It's a great time of year to talk about that - the first weekend of the year, when all our New Years resolutions are still intact...mostly.

How do you want to grow this next year. Whether you're a Christ-follower or not, I'm sure there are some areas that you'd like to see change in the next 360+ days...what are they?

As a follower of Jesus, I have the plan laid out in front of me...to become more like Jesus. No, that doesn't mean walking around in bare feet and a robe -- though I've already got the beard part taken care of. It's not a matter of looking like Jesus -- or really even a matter of doing what Jesus would do. It's about getting rid of enough Matt so that the spirit of Jesus that is within me can show more...a transformation of my basic character.

What does that look like? Here are some character qualities that I think come with the deal...

- hope in a future beyond this life...it carries me above circumstances, no matter how trying they are.
- peace
- joy
- love...real love, not the kind that gets what I want in the end and even feels good...but true love that puts self aside and is self-less.
- gentleness...ding, ding, ding...I think we have a winner. I'm not the most gentle person in the world. I'm growing here, but look for more growth in the future.
- kindness...no comment. Getting there...
- humility...I'm perfect on this one...oh, crap...oh, well...
- self-control...why is that idiot driving so slowly...never mind. I guess this one should stay on my list for this year, too...

Think about it, if I really were to have these attributes come alive in me increasingly as I get older, you can't beat that! It's going to play out first in my family and then spread to my other relationships. You can't go wrong.

Sometimes Jesus appears to be weak. Don't mistake weak for meek. Jesus was the strongest man I've ever known. His strength was a strength of character. There were no weak spots in his soul. That's incredible! That's what I want.

As I look back, I'm encouraged. Not because I've become perfect. And it hasn't been all my own effort. God has been at work in my soul. I've been working with him by getting out of the way. The results...don't ask me...ask Heidi; if it doesn't make a difference at home, then it's not real.

Anyway...thost are some of the thoughts I'm having in preparation for my final weekend message in Hamburg.

Take a moment and pray for those whose lives have been turned upside down by the tsunami in Asia. Pray also for the millions whose lives are ravaged every year by the "tsunami" of AIDS throughout the world. Don't let the urgent take your eye off the on-going opportunities we have to love others.

Peace,

Matt

tsunami...

There aren't words for the devestation. Though caused by totally different things, it makes the loss of life on September 11, 2001 in the US look like an average day in any given city. This is all compounded by the fact that most of the nations hit hardest don't have the resources to care for the survivors well. And in a few days, we'll be hearing stories about desease caused by death, poor water filtration, and flooding.

In the past few days, about 40,000 people have passed into eternity. They were going about their business or sunning themselves with family on the beach. Then, without warning...they are face to face with the Creator. They, no doubt, thought they had time...they didn't.

I go about my day assuming that I have time...time to express my love to my family and friends...time to know Jesus better...time to teach my son and daughter about Him. I have time...maybe...

I suppose that is the gift of our move to Chicago...it forces the issue of time with those we love. Four weeks from today, I'll be loading up the moving truck and driving west to make a new home in a new town. I'll be sharing life with new people. But until then, I get to share life and love with those I'm closest to here. It's a gift.

I'm at the office today working on the message for this coming weekend. It will be my last weekend message in Hamburg. I can't believe that Saturday is 2005 Day One!

Time to hunker down and write...

Peace,

Matt

ps - join me in praying for God to reveal Himself to those who are devestated by the disaster in Asia. Pray for His peace to be known, for His protection from desease, and for cooperation among nations.

Another Christmas story...

If you're prone to being judgemental, please don't read on. If you're open to having a portion of your perceived Christmas story tampered with, then read on.

I'm coming out of the closet...I don't buy the whole Christmas story. Mary the virgin...yes. Joseph...yes. Bethlehem...yes. Star, wisemen, shepherds...yes. Inn...nope. That's right...I don't buy the whole Mary-pulling-into-town-dialated-to-10-but-can't-find-a-motel thing...here's why...

Luke 2:7 reads, "...and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn." Seems simple enough, right? One word changes the imagery..."inn."

The greek word used there is "kataluma," which is translated most often as "guest room" or "upper room." The word which, in other places, is most often translated as "inn" is "pedoikemos" (see the story of the good Samaritan in Luke 10).

We're going to take an imaginary tour of a typical Bethlehem home from the time when Jesus was born.

Most homes were only one room. You walked in the front door to find yourself stepping on straw. Immediately to your right, you notice a set of about three or four stairs leading up to the main room (and often only room) of the house. That floor slopes gradually up toward the back of the house -- enough so that it was easier to sweep downward toward the door but not so much that a person would roll away in their sleep. Against one of the outer walls of the main room, there would be a fireplace used for warmth at night and for cooking.

From the main entrance, if you go straight instead of heading up the few stairs into the big room, you would be sharing space with a couple of sheep and maybe a goat -- no big animals, but a few of the small ones. You see, these few animals were worth about a year's wages, so you don't want to keep them outside in the cold overnight...you bring them in. The floor of the main room is about head-high to these animals. And carved into the floor, right by the drop-off into the animal's area, are a few troughs, also called mangers. Do you know where I'm going yet?

If a person had a little extra money, they would often put on an addition to their one-room home. At the "upper" end of the house, they would add a room that was usually only about 10x10 or so...not very large, but a great place for guests or for the master of the home to sleep in...away from the animals. This added room was called a "kataluma."

Here's a Christ-birth scenario for you...

Joseph and Mary are called back to Joseph's hometown for the census. The reason it was Joseph's hometown is because it was the location of his tribe (or family line) -- he as Jewish and was part of one of the tribes of Judah of which there were twelve.

Before heading back to Joseph's hometown, they find out she's pregnant. Before Joseph and Mary had to face the family with the news that Mary was pregnant prior to the actual wedding, Joseph was going to "put her away" quietly so as to not disgrace her. If they were going somewhere where they would be anonymous, Joseph would have worried less about the name of his betrothed.

They probably didn't come screeming into town with Mary fully dialated and pushing. And if they did, Bethlehem was a small village, not a major city -- small villages didn't have inns...they couldn't economically sustain them.

Instead, they probably arrived in town, stayed in a guest room with family (maybe even extended family). Then it was time...the baby started knocking on the door.

Birthing was a community event, especially in a small village. That being the case, several women probably came to the house to be a part of the event with Mary.

Because of issues of ceremonial cleanliness, Joseph and the other men would have been out of the house (blood made a person unclean...especially a woman's blood...'nuf said). It's my hypothesis that the men from the village took Joseph out to the pub then a round of golf while awaiting the news of his child's arrival (I'm being a little far-fetched here, in case you missed that;-))

Everyone in the family knew that this birth was a big deal. Remember when Mary and Elizabeth (who were cousins) met...they were both pregnant (Liz with John the Baptist) and the baby in Liz's womb lept with excitement in the presence of Mary's baby (Jesus...just so we don't lose track of him). You know how families are...they don't keep quiet. If Elizabeth knew that Mary's baby was special, that word would have spread through that family like wildfire.

The day has come. The baby is born. The area is clean again and Mary and the baby can have visitors. The family pours in. Some shepherds from the surrounding hillside come...they said something about angels and a king and a baby. The crowd grew...it grew too big for the 10x10 guest room where Mary was holed up.

In order for others to see and witness the birth of her son, who was announced by angels and fortold by God himself, she took the baby into the larger main room of the house. She wrapped him up in some cloths to keep him warm. They stoked the fire. And since there was no pakc-n-play, Mary put the baby in the next best place...right there in a bed of fresh straw in the manger, right near the fire to stay warm.

Read Luke 2:7 again, "...and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the 'kataluma (guest room).'"

So how did we get the tradition of the inn-keeper et al? King James of England had the Bible translated in 1610 into english. Where were the mangers in England in 1610? Out back in the stable. There is no mention in scripture of a stable...only a manger. hmmm...

Whether you buy this or not, it doesn't change the nature of Christ's birth -- he was born to a virgin named Mary. He was born in Bethlehem. And he was born as the King of Kings who would give his life as a ransom for the world. He was all God and all man.

This changes the Christma pageant a little, though. No more fun little songs about a greedy inn-keeper who wants just a little more money. No stories about the Son of God being born homeless.

Instead, we have a picture of the God-King being born within the context of community -- people who cared for his parents and him. Oh, don't worry, there will be plenty of rejection for him as he gets older. But for now...look at the baby. See the people who love him sitting there, talking, laughing, inviting others to come take a look. Could he be the one? The one we've been waiting and praying for since King David? Could he be the...?

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I want to thank Dr. Bud Bence, at Indiana Wesleyan University, for being a rabble-rouser enough to share this story with his students.

To me, it makes sense. The pieces fit together. If you don't buy it, that's fine. I probably won't do any Christmas messages about the inn-keeper or the stable. But I also won't stand up in the middle of the kid's program to denouce the authors as heretical, either!

For what it's worth...

Whether in the stable or the living room, enjoy the presence of the Christ-child today. His birth changed the world. His death changed my life. And his resurrection changed our future.

Peace,

Matt

Christmas memories...

There's something about having kids that makes Christmas a bit more special for me. I've always loved the holiday and what it stands for, but it hasn't carried the same sense of treasure that it has while growing up. In years past, trees and decorating was optional -- we usually had at least a few decorations up, but because of traveling or schedules didn't put much into it some years.

This year, it's more important to begin to establish Christmas memories for our kids. Izak is almost old enough to "get it" when it comes to the fun of Christmas. By next year, he'll be full swing and Libby won't be far behind.

Here are some of the things I remember about Christmas as a kid...

- Christmas Eve candlelight service at church. I couldn't tell you much about the specifics, but I do remember when I got old enough to hold my own little torch!
- Waking up early and trying to get the rest of the family up, too. I usually had a little help from the cat, who "accidentally" walked up and own the keyboard of the piano...at 6am...hmmm...
- my train set. It was the first Christmas after my father died. Mom said that he had it picked out prior to his passing, but I think she probably had more to do with it than she let on. It was a special gift. I loved playing with the train...watching it go around and around... Though it's in boxes, I still have it in the basement. Someday, I'll pull it out and Izak, Libby, and I will have fun watching it go around the track.
- The stockings. The Christmas tv specials (Frosty The Snowman, Rudolph, Peanuts...). Eating a special breakfast on Christmas morning -- AFTER opening presents.

There was just something special about Christmastime. The air was different. It was all just good.

I suspect that part of what made it great was my inattention to the crap going on in the world. I didn't know that Nixon resigned or that gas prices were through the roof and people had to wait in lines. I didn't know that Vietnam vets were still recovering from just coming home or that people hated each other because of their race. I didn't realize that the USSR wanted to destroy the United States and visa versa. I didn't know about families living on the streets, daddies without jobs, or mommies that found a new family.

I just didn't know about this stuff...and it was a gift to me...the gift of innocence.

That's the beauty of kids. Izak doesn't know that the US is hip-deep in a war in the middle east. He doesn't care about red states or blue states. He doesn't know that daddy and mommy are about to move away from their closest friends and that it breaks their hearts. He doesn't know about...much of anything.

But he does know that his mommy and daddy love him. He knows that somehow, in the big picture of life, bubbles and balloons are important. He knows he's not supposed to open the tray to the cd player, but that he can change the disk to his favorite songs. He knows that he loves to jump on the bed when daddy holds his hands.

There it is...it's coming again...the wonder of Christmastime with a child. How ironic...the beauty of Christmas is all about the power of a child to offer a different view of the world. And in the lives of children all over, it happens again and again. What a gift!

Have a great Christmas! Make some new memories with people you love.

Wishing you peace and joy on earth,

Matt

Good-bye Catalyst...

Last night was my last supper with the Catalyst Leadership Team. About a year ago, God was stirring within me on a number of fronts. Part of the response to that stirring was joining up with this worshipping community of young adults, Catalyst. I would be able to contribute to their mission and they would provide a context for me to grow as a leader -- sort of like a church within a church.

It's been a great, if not short, ride with them. Todd, Mary, Laura, and Kristen make up a great team giving leadership (both strategic and spiritual). I will miss working with them and being a part of their continued growth as leaders among their peers.

Last night was a great time of enjoying each other's company (except for Mary who was home chucking like a...a...not sure how to best complete the analogy, but it's probably not necessary. She was missed. We ate (too much), laughed (just about enough), shared what God's been up to this past year (maybe too much question for the evening), and closed a chapter that has been important for all of us. Without my involvement with Catalyst, I would not be as ready as I am for the next step on my journey.

Thank you, friends, for joining me on this journey.

Godspeed,

Matt

weekend wrap-up...

It was a good but fast weekend. Heidi wasn't feeling well so she called in sick on Saturday. It was nice having her around...wish she was feeling better, but good to have her here, nonetheless.

Had a nice visit with Kat and Dave. I couldn't help think thing like, "once we are in the new house, these visits will be even nicer." We bought a house so that we could have family and friends in from out of town...compared with what we have, it's going to be great!

I'm at home with the kids today. Heidi's at Roswell, helping people who are living with cancer. She's a hero to so many...I couldn't be more proud of her.

Libby's fighting her morning nap. Izak's playing nicely with his magnet book. What great kids I have.

Izak is passionate about balloons these days. Yesterday was a big standoff at Ainsley's 2nd birthday party. He thought it was his job to herd all the balloons...and he didnt' take too kindly to strays! When it was time to leave, I only let him take one balloon, even though the whole bunch was offered. In my opinion, he doesn't need to hog them all. So we took only one...with much wailing and nashing of teeth. But by the time we got home, he was excited about his one balloon.

The shaping of a child's heart is a challenging thing. They don't just learn sharing and kindness on their own...they need to be taught it. I don't want to be harsh on him...he's a tender soul. But I also want him to learn to share and play nice with other kids...even when he gets locked onto an idea like herding balloons. He's a good boy and I love him like crazy!!

When Heidi gets home, we'll probably decorate the Christmas tree. We got a short little thing this past weekend -- it sits on top of the coffee table...funny!

Off and running,

M@

Dave and Kat...

Heidi's sister and brother-in-law are in town this weekend. Dave and Kat live in Pittsburgh, which is only about 3 hours away from us. One of the things we've enjoyed about living in Buffalo is being able to connect with them from time to time. It was certainly easier without kids, but they are great about making time to come up and visit the kids. They don't have kids of their own, but do a good job of loving on Izak and Liberty.

We got a Christmas tree today. It's little and sits on one of our corner coffee tables -- which is perfect because it will help keep it out of reach of little 2-year-old fingers, if you know what I mean.

Even though our lives reflect no order whatsoever, we're trying to make this a special Christmas time as a family. Thus the tree. We've even got a few presents to exchange on Christmas morning. And we're avoiding packing too much prior to New Year's day...boxes just don't do much for the celebration of Christmas.

I just connected with a young lady that I used to babysit back in Michigan. Bethany K. is doing ministry with young adults in eastern Europe. Her mom and dad were close friends with my folks and our families have always been good friends. Shout out to Bethany in Croatia!!

That also makes me feel a little old...I remember when she was born! Holy cow! I also remember being a terrible baby sitter...sorry Bethany and Chris. Especially when I think about the great sitters that we've had for our kids...I stunk! No creativity, whatsoever...let the past go, Furr...

That's what I've got for today.

Peace,

M@

5 weeks...

Five weeks from now, I'll be heading into my final weekend on staff at The Wesleyan Church of Hamburg. No doubt this time will afford me the opportunity for many reflections on my time here and the relationships I have.

Last night, I gave my last talk at Catalyst, the worship gathering for young adults. It as a special moment as they all gathered around me to pray for God's hand in my next ministry context. I will miss being a part of God's work in their lives.

I will miss being in ministry partnership with Laura. She's the real driver behind Catalyst. Her passion is for young adults to know and follow Jesus. She's got so many great thoughts about ministry, community, and integrating faith into life. She has also been a great friend to my family...continually there to help with the kids, hang out on a quiet evening, or just stopping by to see if Heidi needs anything from the store. You're going to be missed huge, my friend.

It's important to me to finish well. I'm in the process of sorting out what that means from my perspective and trying to get Greg's perspective, as well. Here are some bullet-point thoughts about what finishing well means...

- honoring those who have invested in me for the past 6 years. Greg and others have offered me great opportunities to grow and learn. Honoring that/them means expressing the power of their investment.
- valuing relationships. I have had the opportunity to love and be loved by many. Though I will not be able to spend solid time with everyone, that value needs to be communicated.
- wrapping up minsitry responsibilities means putting things into the hands of good leaders and then supporting them as the move forward. This is easy in that I've been nurturing relationship with these leaders already, so they are all ready to step up in big ways. It's a challenge for me in that I am no longer driving these things, but essentially sitting back and coaching. This is an important step in the process, but I'm not used to not being a driver. I guess there are still good lessons to learn...
- preparation for the next venture. My mind is already going to Northwest naturally. I discipline myself to stay in Hamburg, but it is going to get more and more challenging, I'm sure. But that's what's supposed to happen. I have vision to develop and begin to articulate. I have message series that need to be in place upon arrival...and I'd like to have a few of the message actually written and ready to go.
- receive the blessing of others. So many people have already written to tell me the impact that I have had on their lives. What a gift to hear that from people...and they are being specific, more than the general "it's been good to know you." It's humbling to look back and know that people are on a different trajectory for eternity because of the influence that God had through Heidi and me. Not only are they ready to meet Jesus someday, they are experiencing life and peace and joy in this life already. That's what I was made for!

Peace,

M@

brain dead...

That's how I'm feeling these days...a little bit wiped out. The transition is taking place on so many levels...house, job, friendships, towns, regions, and heart. It's strange how the heart moves...all part of the confirmation.

I could not be more certain that this move is of God. He has guided this process from the very beginning. My second look at the job posting and then sending my resume. The interviews and personal connections. The shared vision. Selling our Buffalo house without even putting a sign in the yard (in December, no less -- that just doesn't happen). Finding a house in one weekend...and getting the pool table! It's just all so evident that God is at work here.

My heart is even already beginning to move. When I think about vision and strategy, I do so with Northwest in mind, not Hamburg. That's strange for me.

I'm doing my best to be present here, but things are wrapping up. For all intents and purposes, I have only two more teachings -- tonight and the weekend of January 1/2. Other than that, I'm here as a sort of consultant for whatever needs to be done. People are in place to cover bases after I leave -- very solid people who will be great leaders (they were great leaders who worked with me and are now stepping up even more). It's all just going so smoothly.

Six weeks from today, I'll be with my father-in-law unloading some stuff from Michigan into my new house. Incredible...

Peace,

M@

two things...

There were two goals that I had for this past weekend...

1) A great time making memories with my closest friend, Rick. Mission accomplished. We have enough glance-at-each-other-and-wet-yourself-laughing moments to last us well into the second decade of this century.

2) Find a home for my family. Mission accomplished. We left Chicago (late because of the wind...irony is fun) with about 6 homes that would fit the bill. I placed an offer on number one...today I heard from the real estate agent.

I bought a pool table...and the nice people threw in a 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath home in Lake Villa, IL. New address is: Matt and Heidi Furr, 2181 N. Heartland Path, Lake Villa, IL 60046.

It's going to be a great home for my family.

So...I guess we're moving to Illinois...cool.

NCIS is on...I'll share more later.

Peace,

M@

new home?

Well, it was an intense weekend. I looked at about 30-32 homes on Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon with 6 double visits. I'm whiped out today...and I think I drove my friend Rick into the ground...but I fed him well!

I should be able to wrap up negotiations on the home by lunch today. I'll keep you posted.

Time for a meeting...

M@

the moment...

This afternoon, I spent some time at home with the kids while Heidi was getting her teeth filled (cracks in the teeth complements of our newfy...thanks, Sailor). Izak was sitting at his little desk coloring something wonderful that only he knew. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn't even notice that Mom walked in...holding a big blue balloon...

"Izak, Mommy's home...and look what she brought you!"

You could see the information bouncing around in space while before it struck him that Mommy, indeed, was home. He glanced up...and in one 1/2 second moment, he stood up, inhaled with excitement, and his face just beemed as if all hope was revealed in the image he saw before him...Mommy with a balloon...in his own house...could it be?

I can't really capture the moment. I would give my left arm for a picture. His face and countenence captured everything pure, hopeful, and joyful that is possible in the world...all wrapped up in a moment in the life of a little boy. It was just a fraction of a second. But it was my gift to see it. It made my day.

I did a message tonight about expectation as it relates to Jesus' return to this world. I couldn't help but make the connection from what I witnessed in my son and what will happen in that moment...the moment when we all realize that what he said would happen...happens. The Bible says it will be like a twinkle of light...1/2 second...one moment...that will never end. Eternity will be captured in that moment. There will be no let-down of reality. No "is that it?" No more death. No more weeping. No more loneliness. No more failure. Only the moment...forever.

I don't think I can fully understand what it will be like to live in the presence of Jesus forever. He won't be a little baby or even a meek man of power. He will be revealed as the king and ruler of all that is...fully in his power and majesty. I can't quite wrap my imagination around that moment.

But thanks to my son and his love of his mother and balloons...I caught a glimpse of it...if even for just a moment.

Coming together...

One of the things that has made me pretty anxious lately has to do with the housing situation -- selling ours in Buffalo and buying the right one in Chicago. I know that I'm not supposed to be anxious...and usually I'm not. But I don't want to goof this one up, you know?

But God's it under control. Our house is under contract now. A great young couple is buying it from us -- similar situation that we were in 5 years ago. We didn't even have to put a sign in our yard. God provides.

There was another financial thing (won't go into details) that needs to be cared for prior to getting a new mortage. Just this weekend...it's taken care of. God provides.

Next weekend, I'm going to Chicago to look for a home. There are several that I know already would work well for us and are still available. The bottom line is that our home is out there. It needs to be a modest home that will allow us to entertain locally, but also have people from out of town stay with us. God will provide.

It's all coming together. No worries, Matt.

Peace,

M@

fast and furious...

Like is full these days. Here's the no-huddle 2-minute drill...

- People are being very kind in the transition. So many have offered heartfelt reflections on the impact God has had through me in their lives. What a gift.
- Heidi's holding down the fort at home these days and doing a great job of it. I feel like I've been a little absent this week. Need to step up a notch of intentionality there...
- Met with a guy yesterday whose life was rocked this past summer. His wife of 1 month left him, his eyesight deteriorated toward legal blindness, he lost is job as a paramedic because of they eyesight thing. He shared his story and then said, "if God can use this story, let it be told." He loves Jesus and is finding peace and joy amidst this incredible storm. Very inspiring.
- I'm spending time looking online for a house. I'm trying to be very thorough because it's a huge amount of money and a big deal for my family. I know the right one is out there and that God will help us find it...I'm probably obsessing a bit...time to chill, Furr...I'll be going to chicago next weekend to house-hunt with a close friend, Rick. I'm sure it's out there...
- Working on transition at work. Who will step into what role? Who's the point-person? There are some great men and women who are stepping up huge! In some ways, God will do more in my leaving than if I were to stay around. Almost makes you think that He's in on this deal...hmmm...
- Looks like the house is sold. Didn't even have to put a sign in the yard. Now, I know...it's never done until the final papers are signed, but this young couple is excited and are meeting with the mortgage person today...her dad is a banker who ran initial numbers and thinks it all looks good. What a huge blessing to have a rockin' young couple who lives Jesus live in our home...they will connect well with the neighbors...

that's he news from Hamburg. Back to work.

Peace,

M@

My "armor-bearer"

From the Old Testament book 1 Samuel chapter 14, verses 6 and 7:

"Jonathan said to his young armor-bearer, 'Come, let's go over to te outpost of those uncircumcised fellows. Perhaps the LORD will act in our behalf. Nothing can hinder the LORD from saving, whether by many or by few.'

"'DO ALL THAT YOU HAVE IN MIND,' his armor-bearer said. 'GO AHEAD; I AM WITH YOU HEART AND SOUL.'"

Jonathan was the son of the king of Israel, Saul. The nation was at war and Saul was making some terrible decisions -- decisions that dishonored God. But Jonathan saw this as an opportunity to honor God, so responded in obedience. But more than Jonathan, notice the response of the man who carried his armor...

I have spent the past several months wrestling with this decision to leave Hamburg for Northwest. I have fasted, prayed, sought counsel, listened as closedly to God as possible. I have decided to move away from people who are soul-sharingly close to us. This decision effects many people, but none more than my wife and children.

All the time that I have been wrestling through this decision, Heidi's response has been, "Go wherever God is leading and I'll come along."

On our wedding day, just over 10 years ago, she made a vow, saying, "Where you go, I will go. Where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people; and your God will be my God. May God deal with me ever so severely if anything but death seperates me from you." The words came from Ruth speaking to her mother-in-law (Ruth 1:16-17). But the sentiment was from her soul. I suspect she never realized what those words would mean for her...that they would mean changing friendships, packing boxes, pouring herself out for others, getting new nursing licenses (IL state is a real pain).

She has been faithful to her words every step of the way. She is my armor-bearer. And together, we will battle the "enemy" standing strong and bringning honor to our God as we walk side-by-side.

Peace,

Matt

it's out there...

There's no going back now...this morning, during the worship gatherings, I shared the news that I will be leaving Hamburg in January. There was no way for it to not be shocking for people. But so many people responded lovingly...it really was a great time.

I'm pleased with the way that Heidi and I went through this. We worked a good process in sharing with people so that many knew before the public announcement. Those that didn't get the news were very gracious and understood that we tried but couldn't get ahold of them.

Many people made quick comments and gave hugs (yes, there are times when Matt hugs!) The affirmation was thick, which was a huge encouragement for me. Many people said something like, "We knew this day would come the first time we heard you preach...that new church is lucky."

In about 8 weeks, I'll be the new lead pastor of Northwest...that's a pretty incredible thought. I'm excited to be a part of what God is doing there.

In a couple weeks, I'll be going back out there to find housing. Rick, probably the guy who's closest to me, will be going with me. He's got a good eye for this kind of thing and he's as anal as Heidi, so she trusts his judgement...

After the rush of this morning, all was quiet around the house today. The kids took awesome naps...which made up for the 5am rise and shine! I think we fed Izak a bit too much...he's still recovering from the flu. All was good until he came into the living room whining. He came to me for comfort and snuggled up on the couch with like a really sweet kid. Then...without warning...he puked a vengence! I couldn't believe how much that kid chucked!! It was amazing! Of course it was all over me and the couch...nothing like the sweet smell of home...filled with chunks...then he felt immediately better and went on with his evening. What a kid.

That's it for today.

Peace,

Matt

the news...

This weekend I'm preaching from the old Testament story from Genesis 22. The Cliffs Notes verson is this: Abraham was promised a son, who would be the first of many decendants (so many that they would make up a new nation). Problem: Abraham was an old man and his wife was very barren (as opposed to slightly barren). They laughed all the way to the delivery room where Isaac was born. Great...God fulfilled his promise...very cool. The story I'm looking at this weekend is when God instructs Abraham to sacrifice (yes, this was in the day when animal sacrifices were made for the forgiveness of sin) his son Isaac -- not just the send-him-away-to-school sort of sacrifice...the kind with a knife and a fire. Just before Abraham is about to do it...God stops him. Abe passed the test. God honored the obedience of Abraham because he loved God more than his own son. Talk about an intense test.

There are times in our lives when God asks us to give up that which we treasure. Sometimes he stops us before we really lose it/him/her...and other times, he doesn't.

This has been one of those times for me. This leg of the journey began about 8 months ago with a stirring in my spirit. Didn't really know what to make of it, but it got my attention and brought me to a place of seeking God is a special way.

After some time, I began to identify this stirring as God preparing me to leave Hamburg. No, it couldn't be...could it?

I told Heidi what was going on, figuring she'd put a stop to things. She was pregnant with Liberty (the meaning of her name will take on more significance in a moment)...I assured her that I would not yank her from her home and closest friends any time too soon. Her response..."If God's leading us, then let's go." It's not that she was excited about leaving Hamburg, but she was open to whatever God has for us. That's true freedom.

So the journey continued. I asked several friends who have known me at various points of my journey to become part of a "kitchen cabinet" of advisors. Brenda, Larry, Denny, Jason, Mike, Matt...you're partnership in this has been huge...thank you. We prayed that God would reveal himself and the direction I should go.

I began to quietly put my name out there, sending resumes to churches that were looking for a lead pastor. Nothing...a few bites, but nothing really fit.

I was about to stop the process for a couple years when I got word back from a church near Chicago. The conversation began...and progressed. Every step, I sensed God saying, "Take the next step. Trust me." So I did.

At every step in the process, God affirmed his leadership. I also saw a church that seemed to match just about everything on my "checklist" of important values...

- outreach oriented
- open to change
- desirous of growth
- relational vs. program-driven
- desire to be relevant in a changing culture
- already turned the corner to more progressive worship gatherings
- a staff to partner with me (I'm not gifted enough to be a solo pastor!)
- an elder team to serve as strong partners in leadership

In October, Heidi and I and the kids (you might remember us blogging about a trip to Chicago and the kids' first flights) went to meet the elders and leaders in person. It was a very real trip -- I prayed to see clearly and I think He answered me. I liked what I saw.

After receiving a job offer that was contingent on affirmation from the full congregation, I prayed...and prayed...and prayed. It has been a long time since I have wrestled with God like that. I was looking for a "burning bush" (reference story of Moses in Exodus in the Old Testament) sort of epiphany...didn't happen. I wrestled well over a week.

Then I decided. Through prayer and great counsel, I accepted the position and the opportunity to candidate formally, which we did a couple weeks ago.

On Tuesday afternoon this past week, I got a call from Northwest Christian Community, letting me know that the congregation voted by a large majority, to affirm the decision of the elders. I accepted.

Following the phone call, I printed my letter of resignation from Hamburg Wesleyan and Peace of the City. I delivered the message to Greg, my friend and Senior Pastor, in person.

It's a bitter-sweet time for the Furrs. We're inside-out-excited about what lies ahead. But we are heart-broken as we say good-bye to our friends who have become family for us.

This weekend, in the worship gatherings, I will share the news with the whole community. I think most of the people we're closest to know already...we've had about a week to tell them. I think most people will be shocked a bit.

I love this community of people. I want to stay here with them. I've got a good life here -- great job with people I love, meaningful investment in God's plan, dear friends, a great little house...everything a person could want. But God is asking me if I love my life more than him. He's asking me to be obedient. It really isn't even a fraction of what Abraham experienced...but in a similar way, God wants me to love him more than anything else. And my answer is yes.

And just like God did for Abraham, I believe that out of my obedience, He will reveal himself faithful. He will provide friends (He already is). He will provide a home for my family. He will provide meaningful participation in His plan.

So that's the news. The Furrs are moving to Lake County, IL. The new faith community is called Northwest Christian Community and is in Mundelein, IL -- about 30 miles nw of Chicago. We will move toward the end of January.

I have no doubt that we will both share more as we continue to process this huge transition.

Peace on the journey,

Matt

ps - There you go, Mom, you can tell whoever you want now!! Thanks for holding it close!

on the mend...

Izak is on the mend...still a bit achy, but not chucking like he was for the past few days. If anyone tells you it's just a 24 hour bug and it will pass before you know it...don't buy it. Keep the lysol handy.

Libby seems to be getting a little of the bug, but not to the extend that Izak had it. She's got such a great personality, though, you might not realize that she's sick through the huge smiles that she regularly offers even when she doesn't feel well.

And so far, Mommy and Daddy haven't gotten sick...which is a miracle beceause we've been so close to the epicenter.

I'm at the office today working on my message for this weekend. It's particularly daunting because it is a significant weekend for us. It has to do with the big announcement that I've teased you with the past few posts. Are you ready for it?

I'll tell you tomorrow.

Can God be trusted? Is he really loving and kind? Those are a couple of the question that I'm touching on in the message this weekend. What do you think about those questions?

Enjoy the leftovers...

Matt

Thanksgiving...

So, you ready for the big news? coming soon...

Today is Thanksgiving. These are some things that I thank God for...

my wife
my son
my daughter
so many friends who love us well
our families who stand with us through so much
my sense of purpose in serving others and God
our home
I don't have to wonder where my next meal will come from
the provisions I often take for granted
the freedom to talk about Jesus and worship God
the spiritual freedom through forgiveness

I live in a country where we can often fabricate our own blessings. It's easy to work hard, make money, buy things and then label it God's blessing on us. First, I need to conitnually recognize that it is God who gave me the ability to work and earn money, so it really is His provision for me.

I also need to learn to look past material things to recognize God's blessing. For example, he blesses through wisdom that exceeds my own. He blesses through strength when I feel like rolling over and going back to bed but need to get up to help my sick son.

There is so much for which I thank God. But most of all, I thank Him for all the ways He reveals His love.

Happy Thanksgiving.

M@

teaser...

There has been some big stuff going on in the Furr house lately. Can't tell you now, though. There will be a big announcement later this week.

Heid's at work again today. I enjoy my days with the kids, but miss having her around. We have fun together as a family.

Libby's starting with some teeth, I think. She's so cute when munches on her gums...then gives you a huge full-faced smile!

Izak is a great little singer. He's always got some tune on his lips. He hasn't learned the art of singing quietly, though. He'll be up an hour at night just singing in his crib at the top of his lungs.

Son needs attention...gotta go.

Peace,

M@

10 Years!

Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal upon your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mightly flame.
Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot wash it away.

Song of Solomon 8:6-7
**************
Today marks ten years that Heidi has been my closest friend, my beloved, my companion, my confidante, my bride. I remember that day like it was yesterday -- I was overwhelmed at the reality of marrying this woman that I loved so deeply.

Through the past ten years, we have gone through so much together. My love for her has grown and matured through trials and joys. 4 moves. 4 states. 2 kids. 8 jobs between us. 1 church plant. 2 dogs. Friends. And we've just begun.

My gratitude to God for her in my life is ovewhelming.

I love you, my beloved..

Matthew

back at it...

Today was my first day back at the office after "vacation." It was actually a pretty good day -- usually the first day back is full of catching up and trying to get unburried from the stuff that piled up while away. My awesome assistant Stacia kept it all going while I was gone -- shout out to Stacia!!

Heidi's at worship team rehearsal while I'm at home with the kids. They were in bed pretty early, so I'm essentially home alone. The quiet is nice.

tomorrow night is the Catalyst worship gathering. I'm not fully prepared yet, but know that tomorrow will provide the opportunity to catch up. My message will be centered on the story of Moses leading the Hebrew people out of captivity in Egypt. It's a huge story, but a great picture of God's grace and mercy.

So many people in this world living in bondage of one sort or another -- alcohol, drugs, work, co-dependant relationships, meterialism, etc. Instead of letting everyone just languish in their slavery, God works to set us all free. But do we really know how to live in the freedom? Sometime I think that we're afraid of the freedom.

Peace,

Matt

HOME!!!!

There isn't anything like walking in the door of your home when you've been on the road for 9 days...I love coming home! Through allergies, ear infections, colds (everyone had their turn), boogers, and butts that spent too much time in the seat of a van, we had a great time visiting friends and family in the midwest. For those of you who prayed for us during our journey, thank you. To those who shared your home, laughter, and stories, thank you.

While on the trip, there was part of me that just wanted to come home early. The kids were maxed out and so was I. I knew that being home would make it better -- at least it would seem better. But we didn't come home early...we pressed on through.

Hold on, this isn't me just bemoaning the trip like a negative nelly...I've learned something here...

There is a similar longing to be home, spiritually. Life can be tough sometimes (though there are many sweet moments, too). In those moments, there's something in my spirit that longs to be in that place that will become my home. I've never been to the other side...but I know that there will be a hook for my coat when I walk through the door.

Seeing Jesus face to face, reaffirming beautiful friendships, entering the presence of the Creator...all these things will be like home...I just won't have to unpack when I get there.

In this life, there is something deep within that already resonates with those things. It's what I feel when I laugh deeply with Rick, when I listen to my tearful friend affirm her love for me in a phone call, when I walk in the woods and hear only creation. It's what jumps within me when I close my eyes and hear a congregation of people worshipping God through music. It's what brings clarity when I learn something about God that is true. It's the feeling of gratefulness when my son grabs my hand as we walk along in the grass together. It's that spark when I meet a new friend and it feels like we've known each other longer than a day.

God has planted the seed of "home" in all of our hearts. What makes your heart jump and long to be home?

If not before, I'll see you there!

Peace,

M@

hangin' with the fam...

Izak is on the up-swing; Libby's still heading down. He's fully of buggers. Such fun. Last night, they actually got a decent night's sleep.

As usual, Heidi's awesome with them! This is why Mother's Day is huge and every father ought to go big to celebrate mothers.

The cousins are having a great time with Izak. He loves older boys, so follows them everywhere. It's nice to know that they are keeping a good eye on him so that I can catch up with my sister and BIL a little.

It's a challenge to care for my wife and kids when everything in me is crying out to run away and hide to a quiet place. I think I'm not the only guy in the world who has to be intentional about not disengaging during times of stress. Must...reject...passivity...

I guess that's as good a reminder as any that I need to stop blogging and go play a bit.

Peace,

Matt

getting better...

We're in Grand Haven now. The kids had a pretty good night, so we beat a path west as quickly as possible. Right now, we're camping out at my folks' house before heading over to sisters. At the Cary house awaits 3 boys who will quickly become heros to my 2 year old son. He loves his cousins! And tonight, he'll get to play with his girl cousin, Becca, too. He should be in his glory. That's why we're trying to get a nap in before it all hits.

The trip is having better prospects than it did yesterday. Thank you, God.

Peace,

Matt

on vacation...

well...it's not really a vacation, but I'm definately on something!

I'm reporting in from Bay City, Michigan. We're holed up at the Bennett compound. Been here since Sunday night. We pushed the kids pretty hard getting here...they were hammered when we arrived.

As is usually the case, they are both sick while we travel. Izak is working on a double ear infection (can you say, "tubes?") and Libby is beginning to cut some teethe. It's enough to make a conservative guy like me vote for medicinal marijuana...not for them, for me!

Tomorrow morning, we head out for Grand Haven, on the west side of the state. Should be able to get there by naptime...or we're dead meat. My family is there and anxious to see the kids...I'm sure they have positive feelings about seeing me, too...but the real payoff is the kids. However, if we have a crappy night (like last night) then we may put off that journey for another day...again, it's not fair to push the kids too hard.

I'm about 10 days out from our 10th wedding anniversary. What an incredible 10 years!!

That's all I got...

Matt

packin' bags...

...again. I spent last night at a retreat for the staff and board of the church I'm serving. What a great group of men and women! I love hanging out with them. And their vision...I love it! Go big or go home!! Here we go!

Tonight, I'm trying to clean off my desk so that it won't look quite so bad when I return to work in 10 days. Heidi and I take off for a mid-west tour of friends and family. Should be a great time! I'm looking forward to visiting, sleeping, and changing the view. I also love to drive. If I don't take a road trip every few months I get a little stir crazy.

I got to shoot a 12-guage shotgun today for the first time! That was very cool. A buddy taught me how to be safe and then chucked oyster shells over the lake...make-shift clay pigeons. I didn't hit a single one...but it was great! Heidi...can I...never mind...

Time to go home...I see wood on my desk. The leaf blower really does a number on cleaning my office!

Peace,

M@

great friends...

I've got incredible friends. I got a phone call yesterday from one of them CM...it could, perhaps, be one of the most meaningful (beyond words, really) interactions that I've ever had. The community that God has for us really is a sacred thing...and it was created to last for eternity. What a gift.

Last night was the Catalyst worship gathering. It was good...a little jumbled up, but good. One of the things that I love about that group is that it's more about the community together than it is the smoothness of the production. Even when there are technical difficulties, that's okay...we're all in this together.

My message was beginning a series on our roots as Christ-followers. Our story doesn't begin with Jesus; it goes back to the beginning, when God, the Creator, began to invovle himself in this world. The story I began with was about Abraham and his test of faith.

Get this, a father, Abraham, who had already proven his faithfulness to God in many ways, was put to the test by being asked to sacrifice his only son. That sounds pretty grousome these days -- we don't even like to think about a sacrifice of a lamb or goat. It was just as gruesome then. But instead of running away, this man knew that Isaac was a gift from God and that he would return home with his one, one way or another. What incredible faith.

God asks me to give him everything. I know what it is that he wants, he wants my heart...that my love for him should rise above my love for anything or anyone else. To say that isn't easy is an understatement. It's not supposed to be easy...or even pleasant. When he pries my hands from around my treasure, whatever it is, it hurts.

But in the end, it's so worth it. Because in the end, he fills whatever void is left...many times over. He desires to be my pleasure and fulfillment. He desires to be worshipped by me without any hinderance or reservation.

My sacrifice is not made in a void. He went first. Just like God provided a lamb for the sacrifice to spare Isaac's life in the story, he also provides a substitute in the life and death of his only, beloved son, Jesus. He went first. Now, in response, he calls me to do the same.

I can explain more soon.

Peace,

Matt

days after...

I'm sort of a political junkie...Tuesday night was my Super Bowl...I was up until about 230 watching results, listening to pundits, waiting for Vinatari to kick the last-second field goal...again. It was great and well worth it! And unlike 2000, when the ball came to a rest on the goalpost and we had to wait a month to see which side if fell off on, it only bounce off the post and then through...all the drama without the wait.

I'm pleased that Bush won. One of the reasons is that I think he's a good man. Another is that I love to see pundits and pollsters be wrong...they had Kerry in the White House before any polls had even closed! What's up with that!?!? I love a come-from-behind victory.

How about the Karl Rove guy, huh? That guys owns Washington this week...

Did you see Dan Rather? That guy was tripping over himself to explain why CBS wasn't calling Ohio when NBC had already taken the plunge and called the election for Bush. It was pretty funny. Nice work Tom. Dan...time to go. Peter, the bell tolls...

What's the new generation of news anchors going to be like? Will they value a particular style? Will they be more likely to be candid about their leanings on issues and policies? Will they value "connecting" with the views or will they continue to be the professional, "nuetral," and all-knowing characters that we watch now? Will they acknowledge that the internet is changing news and play along or continue to bemoan the changes that culture is putting upon them?

Is the nation really as divided as the pundits say? There are certainly people who feel very strongly about either side of the issues. But there are also a whole lot of people out there who vote because they've always voted that way. Is that really division or is that just good democracy.

In many ways, democracy is at its best when there are strong opinions and ideas on both sides of the aisle. It's systems like communism, socialism, facism that produce uniform thinking. But democracy requires two or more ideas competing, challenging, and refining each other.

I'm going on vacation in a few days!! I can't wait. We'll be doing mid-west tour of friends and family. I'm hoping that Heidi and I can ditch the kids at my sister's house and go to the inn where we spent our first night as husband and wife.

We've been married ten years on the 19th of this month!! I truly do love her more deeply and passionately than I did on that day when we first exchanged vows. What an incredible woman. She deserves more than to be a part of a blog that covers many thoughts...I'll do a special tribute blog to her closer to the date. Just let it be known that I love her so deeply that words won't do it justice.

Big day...study, meetings, teaching at Catalyst worship gathering tonight. Hey, check out the Catalyst web site at www.wchamburg.org/catalyst. Todd did a great job getting it up and going. It will grow and change, but it's a fantastic job.

Peace,

Matt

all saints' day...

Not that I'm doing anything special for all saints' day...

At home with the kids today. Heidi's at Roswell, caring for people with cancer. She's awesome at that...

Bills won yesterday...it was a great time at the game. They will still have a pretty crappy season, but I was there for one of the few wins! Had a fun time with Rick and Carrie.

Happy birthday, Rick!! 37 seems pretty old from my end of the 30s...;-)

Tomorrow is the Super Bowl...at least from a political standpoint. Those guys and their staff must be just wiped out from the campaign. There must be a pretty huge crash when it finally is over. I think I'd nap for a day and a half...

Don't have many thoughts today...Izak's watching Bing and Bong...Libby's asleep for now...and I'm trying to stay awake...

Peace,

M@

variety pack...

- Heidi and I are going to the Bills game this Sunday to watch them effectively end their season (rarely does a team with 6 loses make it to the playoffs). We'll be going with Rick and Carrie and should have a great time!
- Election coming soon. Can't wait to vote...what a gift it is. See previous blog for thoughts on the election.
- Izak is great!! Love that kid!
- Libby is rolling and laughing like a nut! Love her to death, too!
- Going on vacation in a couple weeks...will try to take Heidi away over night to celebrate our anniversary (10 years on the 19th of November). The best part will be going to a hotel for lots of great...sleep. I guess that's the difference between the 1 year anniversary with no kids and the 10 year with two!!
- Catalyst worship gathering was great last night. The message was more for me than anyone else there, I think. Check out Luke 9.57-62. Jesus taps into the hearts of men and women and what prevents us from going all out as we follow Him.
- GO SOX!!! Sorry...still living in the moment. The problem is that now Boston Red Sox don't have anything special...they are no longer the team that hasn't won the big game in 86 years...could the Cubs be next year's darling?


Have a great weekend...

M@

election reflection...

First of all, I've got to say...GO SOX!!! My dad's not a believer...GO SOX!!!! Though I do appreciate irony enough that I could chuckle (amidst the tears) if they lose...in which case, I will also begin to believe in curses. If they lose now, they should just disband the team, turn in their uniforms, and cease to exist...

Now, I'd like to reflect on the election next Tuesday. I don't know that I've really ever been undecided...but I have been open to changing my mind. I haven't. Here are some bullet-point thoughts...

What I like about Bush:
1) I like that he intends to integrate his faith into his life. I like that he's given his life to Jesus and believes that means something. (stay tuned for the flip side of this point)
2) I like that he does what he says he will do. He doesn't hide agendas. Perhaps I'm a sucker, but he seems to be driven by ideology, which I consider a good thing.
3) I think he's smarter than most people give him credit for. I read an article today that he actually scored higher than Kerry on graduate entrance and iq exams...hmmm.
4) I like that he'll have a life if he loses. I'm sure he'll be disappointed and feel like crap for a few days, but he hasn't lived his life leading up to this moment. He hasn't spend decades positioning himself to be President. He saw an opportunity to lead and took it in Texas and then in the country. When he's not president, he'll drive a truck and clear brush in Texas.
5) Laura is a class act. No matter the situation, she is a classy lady who exercises grace and wisdom in what she does and doesn't say.
6) I like his strong position on defense and getting to the root of terrorism -- I don't think that getting radical islamic fundamentalists to like us is the answer to the problem. And I think his policies are seeing positive fruit in Libya and will work in N. Korea and Iran.
7) I like that he's willing to make difficult decisions based on advise that he trusts and listens to. Once the decision is make, it's made.

What I don't like about Bush:
1) I wish that he would integrate his faith more fully. I think a theology of life extends to criminals (I'm stilly weighing out my take on capital punishment, but I'm beginning to lean against it), the poor, and the oppressed. I think that he believes that his policies will be good for the poor (which some numbers from the CBO seem to indicate -- the lower 20% of income earners actually benefit a great deal under Bush's tax plan), but he doesn't use his platform to call the wealthy to a higher level of generous and strategic giving.
2) I don't like that his policies have put the church in a difficult spot globally. Christ-followers from America will be discredited because Christianity is associated with America.
3) I hate that people are trying to make America a Christian nation. There is not such thing as a Christian nation until Jesus comes back. Christians should influence policy, but not for the intent of creating a climate that favors christianity, but for the good of society. The christian culture that has permeated America has been bad for Church because it's made her lazy and way too trusting of human government and society...different topic for another blog.

What I like about Kerry:
...hmmm...just kidding...there must be something...
1) He married well...again, I joke!
2) He tries to integrate his faith into his concern for the poor and the environment. It's possible that he's only saying that because he knows he needs to compete for the religious vote, but I'll assume he's sincere. Just because he's never said that before the second debate doesn't mean it isn't true.
3) I think he's a good man. I was influenced by his daughters talking about him at the convention.
4) He served his country well in a difficult time. And he made some difficult choices when he returned.

What I don't like about Kerry:
1) He's been a Senator for 20 years and has little to show for it. As a former resident of Mass. he didn't do jack for the state or the country. He's made his name by serving as a prosecutor in the Senate, not as a statesman.
2) He doesn't seem like a man of conviction. I'd rather know his ideology and the values that he will use to guide his decisions. Though not as obvious as Clinton, I think he makes decisions based on the direction of the wind.
3) I don't like that he will prioritize the United Nations. The more that comes out about the organization, the more it becomes clear that here is significant corruption which compromises the security of the US.
4) I don't like that he think of only France and Germany as our alies. I don't understand how he will be greeted at the table by the many countries who are joining us in Iraq. Are we carrying a heavy load? Yes.
5) I wish he was consistent on his perspective on the haves and have-nots. He thinks the rich people should carry the load for the poor (which they should). But he doesn't think that the rich nation should carry the load for poor nations. He's against America carrying the weight of the Iraq war and he's against good jobs leaving the US for other countries. A consistent position would be to create better jobs here so that the jobs that leave can feed men and women in India, South America, and other countries that could use a hand. Isn't that better than just sending them money? I think so.

I have been open to buying Kerry...he just hasn't sold me. I don't think he's a good leader. I am concerned about his lack of clarity on foreign and domestic policy (which means he'll be very swayed by advisors instead of his own convictions). I don't like that he's comfortable using fabricated stories and innuendo to sling mud. He's been the un-Bush candidate, not the pro-Kerry candidate. And for that reason, I will be voting for Bush on Tuesday and encouraging anyone that I can to do the same.

But either way, just make sure you vote...if you don't, keep your beak shut for the next four years because you didn't do what you could have to influence the direction of our country. Voting is a gift. Standing in line, sifting through matierial to education yourself, and speaking your mind are all difficult things...but it's a small price to pay to live in a country where your voice can be heard and your vote counts.

Peace,

Matt

Uncle Howie...

I've been an uncle for over a dozen years now. I think I'm a pretty good uncle. I do my best to expell gas when the appropriate finger is pulled...all the things that make an uncle special!

In this regard (and others), I've got a pretty great uncle. While playing a rousing game of "Oh, Sh**", he would do the obligatory side lean and rip...all in good fun!

Being a journalism professor in California, he was also good at correcting poor grammar. And when I was considering photo journalism, he was one of my biggest encouragers (whether he knew it or not).

This morning, I'm not sure why, I was thinking about Uncle Howie. I can't help but smile whenever I do. But this morning, I was struck by something different.

Here I am in Western New York...I am on staff at a great church...I am serving God and following Him with all that I have. I am doing my best to encourage others on their spiritual journey, as well. In a very real way, I'm doing this because of Uncle Howie.

Howie was the first person in my mother's family to give his heart to Jesus. Because of his influence, my mother gave her heart to Christ. And she is the one who told me about Jesus and guided me through the process of giving my life to Him.

I have a family legacy of faith because of the step of faith of one young man...Uncle Howie.

I don't know that I've ever said thank you for that. Knowing that you read this now and then, Howie...let me thank you for the legacy that you began many years ago. Because of you, my family loves Jesus and there are people who are living by faith in Him whom you will never know this side of eternity.


Peace,

Matt

big weekend...

It's going to be a big weekend, beginning today. Along with two weddings that I'm doing tomorrow, Clive and Ruth Calver, from World Relief will be at the church speaking in a variety of settings. Since I'm the outreach guy, that means I'm going to be hummin'!

Tonight, we're having a dinner at which Clive and Ruth will guide key leaders in the church through a process of understanding what decisions need to be made in order to grow in effectiveness in global outreach. I'm excited by the response...most of the people I invited, including staff and board, will be there. With most of the decision-makers sitting around the same table, it should be a great time!

Saturday is filled with men's and women's events, seminars, and then service in the evening. Sunday morning holds 3 worship gatherings and then a lunch session in which Clive will talk through leadership principles that he's picked up from his observations of the Church worldwide. I've been able to invite a few people that I'm investing in, which is exciting (though Laura is dissing me!).

Overall, it's a pretty crazy time...for a variety of reasons. I'm not overwhelmed, but it's that sense of impending something...like standing on the Grand Haven pier during a storm...you know that a huge wave is going to come and kick your butt; it's both exciting and scary at the same time!

Oh, something from last night's Catalyst worship gathering that was very cool. During the music set, a guy came over and said to me, "This may sound stupid, but do you have something weighing heavily on your heart tonight?" I did. There are some pretty key decisions that I'm working through and so much going on. I'm not burdened by any of it...I'm just thinking through a lot and looking for God's direction. So he prayed for me briefly and then we went on with the evening.

This was cool for me in a couple ways. One, I was excited about Keith's sensitivity to God's lead in his life. As strange as he felt, he did was God asked him to do. Two, God spoke through Keith into my life. He reminded me that he is intimately involved with the process and He cared enough to stir someone else to pray. It was God saying, "Don't forget, I've got you covered." It brought a great sense of peace to me.

That's it for now...probably for the weekend.

Peace,

M@

different than I thought...

I've read many books and listened to many tapes/cds on the "emerging church" -- the up-and-coming, young adult, postmodern thing that will characterize the culture in the near future. I get excited about the implications for the church. In many ways, the changing culture will force the church to return to it's roots in the first century.

A quick example...for the past couple hundred years, our country and the culture has underwritten the christian church. The clearest examples of that is that churches are tax exempt. Our culture is shifting to the point that it will no longer assume good will for the church. What would happen if the church had to start paying taxes? I'm sitting in an office on a campus worth about 25 million...annually, we'd pay a truckload of taxed...people might give less because they wouldn't get tax credit...many churches would have to see their land and buildings. But...don't forget that the church isn't a building or property. It would force us to consider that the church has more to do with the community of Christ-followers than with what has become often little more than a social club that tips its hat to Jesus.

Anyway...I love thinking through implications of cultural relevance and how worship gatherings might change shape in the emerging culture. And as I've gotten ivolved in Catalyst (a worshipping community of young adults in Hamburg, NY), I've learned something huge...

...this community looks much different than I thought it would. I was looking for cool and edgy and bold. What I'm getting is socially awkward people who aren't very cool or edgy or bold. They've been kicked by life, laughed at by peers, and even turned away by church people. They walk through the door and force me to consider what's more important -- my image of the emerging church or the reality of community that I'm looking at.

I don't know why things are turning out like this. But I do know that these folks present me with an opportunity to be more like Jesus. The conversations can be strange and disconnected; I can't always follow the logic. They may get excited about things that I couldn't care less about. But they are all people that Jesus loves. That makes them my people. That makes them my brothers and sisters.

And so God is shaping and re-shaping this image of community...

Peace,

M@

2 years ago...

2 years ago today, I was processing the fact that I am a daddy with a son. Izak's second birthday came and went yesterday. I suppose that this will be the last birthday where we won't have to pony up!

What a great kid I have (two actually, but this blog is focussed on Izak). He loves to sing (we often hear him an hour after bedtime, singing at the top of his lungs. It's hillarious that he's at that stage where he doesn't realize you can hear him all over the house.

Going back to my earlier comment about not ponying up for his birthday. I really do hope to teach him a proper perspective on material things. A key phrase that he's going to get sick of hearing as he grows up is "delayed gratification." Think about that one. We don't tend to be too much into that concept...even as adults. I sure know that I'm not into it. I like results and I prefer them now.

I think that's why God puts me in situations where I can't control the outcome and I have to allow the process to work in and through me. But it's in that process that I learn more about Him and me.

Speaking of delayed gratification...the Red Sox stink!! I love 'em (as much as I love any baseball team) and they are just getting it handed to them by the Yanks. I don't know which is worse, the Sox losing or the Yanks winning...it's like the Sox have forgotten how to play ball-smashing baseball...

But the Bills won today. They played the Dolphins...one of them had to win...though I wouldn't have been surprised by a tie where neither actually gets the win...that's the kind of season we're having.

Time to roll in for the night.

Peace,

M@

final round?

Spent the morning with Rick, probably my closest friend. We have a special golf course in Warren, PA that we go to a few times each season. Today was probably our last round there of the year. The leaves were spectacular...probably peak color. The clouds were thick and even opened up on us a couple times during the round. But it doesn't matter. I was golfing on a Friday with my friend and we were the only ones on the course...that's a great day even if it does rain! That's what rain gear is for...

The rest of the day I got to spend with my family. It's been a crazy week...catching up from the trip last weekend and a bunch of stuff coming down the pike at church. But today we got to catch up. Heidi and I have just been sitting in the living room for the past 3 hours talking and sharing together -- that's the good stuff!

Not too many new thoughts to share at this point...

time for bed.

Peace,

M@

...on a jet plane...

Heidi and I just got home from flying to Chicago with the kids. We visited some friends out there and thought flying might better than driving 10 hours...it worked great!

Both Izak and Libby were awesome and did their daddy proud. Izak looked like a little muppet witting in his seat with seatbelt locked! It was hilarious!

As well as it went, we are all exhausted. Time to recover and settle.

Met with out small group tonight...I love that gang. They are a treasure from God.

Back to the office tomorrow to jump back into an incredible ministry year.

Shout out to Kevin, Sara, and Lukas for letting us crach your pad for the weekend...no matter how much you like someone, having them in your home has a price -- you were awesome! We're working on helmets for the next visit..!

So much to say...so little brain left today.

Peace,

M@

We Won!

"Tell them what they won, Bob..."

"You win...double ear infections!!!" And the crowd goes wild!

Yup, last night, beginning at about 2am, it started...Izak hollered, puked, and cried. I got to hold the vomit-covered toddler in the living room (nothing like a snuggle with vomit in your hair to tell you that you're a daddy...) while Heidi cleaned up the mess in the crib. It was a beautiful thing...

Just as Izak got back to bed, Libby chimed in. She hit full throttle about 3 and didn't even think about coming back into orbit until about 5. We passed her back and forth, taking turned trying to comfort her.

Finally, we got a couple hours of sleep...sort of. Upon waking, we had two charming, laughing, smiling kids waiting for us. They didn't even have a vague recollection of the hell we went through during the night...one of the perks of being a kid, right?

So we all headed off to the doctor's office. We showed up without an appointment, which is a cardinal sin in the medical field. But we were pretty determined to be seen asap...which we were. Nothing like a crying baby and a running toddler to convince the office manager to talk the nurse practitioner into seeing the Furr's sooner, rather than later...

Yup...ear infections for everyone. Here's your special candy to help you feel better...there goes 50 bucks to the doctor and pharmacy and away we go. By tomorrow, it'll be back to running, laughing, and staying up late singing in the crib.

through this, i saw God at work in my life. I hate being awakened in the middle of the night...really, I hate it. I'm not fully convinced that God resides within me between the hours of 2 and 6am. But He was there last night. I was awake and in good humor, ready to serve Heidi. There was no way that I could pretend to not hear what was going on, but it was beyond that. God gave me a real servant's heart for my family! That's a win in my book!

Thanks, God. I'm sure glad you're not sleeping at 2am...

Peace,

M@

freaking out...

Last night was not a good night for Izak. We had a very nice family day together -- first time in several weeks that we didn't have plans and Heidi and I were both together with the kids. It was great...I love my family! In the evening, we went to the local mall so that Libby could get some pictures taken -- they came out GREAT!! While we were waiting for the pictures to be printed, we just tooled around the mall.

That seemed innocent enough. But then Izak wanted to walk instead of riding in the stroller. Again, that seemed easy enough. He had a great time and he even did well holding my hand instead of running crazy.

It happened slowly and was barely perceivable. But he started to get overwhelmed. Outside of the stroller, his world got very big. There was the very exciting bird room at the pet store. There was the ramp in the food court. Then there were all the people and lights and sounds...it was all great. But a sense of insecurity and fear began to creep up within him...this was all fun, but so much bigger than me!

By the time we left, he was sobbing...nearly vomiting, he was so scared and 'at the end' of himself. It was very sad to watch. The only thing that helped him was when I carried him in my arms and whispered in his ears that I love him...then he would quiet down.

The world is a pretty big place. There are so many wonderful things to see, touch, and hear. But the further I get from my Father's side...the more I run fast and try to enjoy it all, the more I'm overwhelmed.

I don't fall into a heap on the floor sobbing when I'm overwhelmed. Instead, I holler at the dog and get impatient with my kids. I argue instead of discuss. I put unreasonable expectations on other people.

In those moments, what I need is the quiet voice of the Father quietly reminding me of his love...

If you've found yourself a little bit frazzled at the big world around you, quiet yourself and listen...

Peace,

M@

post-debate...

I joined about 50 million Americans in watching the two presidential candidates address issues in each other's company last night. Though pundits and talk-show hosts were sort of down on the format, I thought it actually worked well. Americans don't like relational tension, so having a format where they would not directly interact, prevented what many would call a "nasty" exchange.

Both men feel strongly about their perspectives, that's for sure.

I think that Bush didn't "perform" as well as I would have hoped. I think he said many good things and was clear on his distinctions. But his presence on the stage was not as smooth as I thought Kerry's was.

I am still not much clearer on where Kerry stands and what his plans are. Many of the things the he was concrete about are already being done. He just hates that Bush is doing them.

He was still trying to play both sides of issues...for example...he chastised Bush for not creating a strong coallition for the war in Iraq; then he was critical because the US isn't doing bi-lateral talks with N. Korea, but relying on China and Russia to talk NK into giving up their nuclear ambitions. I wish someone would have come out and said that the only allies that "count" are France and Germany. They are traditional allies (sort of). But Kerry doesn't see the other nations that are involved.

Kerry thinks that the wealthiest Americans should carry the heaviest tax load (which I agree with), but that doesn't translate to his foreign policy. America is the only "super-power" in the world. We are the wealthiest nation and the strongest miliatry (for now), yet kerry seems to think that other nations ought to be carrying the same load for justice in the world. I think we do have a responsibility to stand up and act, alone if needed.

I hope that Karen Hughes kicked Bush's butt for his poor presence. He was Bush, but he did seem frustrated and, at the end, tired. Great closing statement, but the last half hour, he kept drinking from an empty glass and looking distracted while Kerry talked.

The incumbant will always be on the defense in a debate like this. This election is all about Bush and very little about Kerry. Last night, Bush didn't defend as well as I thought he could.

As I've written before, I begin my political ideas leaning right. So far Kerry hasn't given me anything to bring me over to his side and Bush, overall, solidifies my opinion. Is he perfect? No.

That's enough for a Friday morning. Next Tuesday is the vice-presidential debate. Edwards will, I'm sure, be great in this setting. Cheney will be solid. I predict a draw.

On other topics:

Catalyst worship gathering went well last night. The worship set flowed nicely. I feel good about the message...talked about the woman who poured her expensive perfume on Jesus' feet while he had dinner at a pharisee's house. It was a great picture of the two different responses to God -- legalistic religion vs. love and worship out of gratefulness. It was a good challenge for me as I studied and prepared.

All three of my house-mates are sick! Izak got the cold first, shared it with Heidi and now Libby. Buggers galore! So far, I'm hanging tight...so far...

Gott go...I have this huge boulder right on my heels...it's called "next week."

Peace,

M@

quick post...

Here's a quick download from my head...no comment!

- Did two weddings this past weekend. Both went well...good time had by all. I'm starting to see repeat faces as friends and family of previous wedding couples start showing up...

- Heidi rocked the house singing this weekend. People love when she sings...I fully understand. You should hear her do "Twinkle, Twinkle"...bring a tear to my eye just thinking of it...

- finished reading The DaVinci Code. Not worth all the hubbub. I thought the writing was amature and the plot was fine, but not very well done. And the theology...I think it says a bit about the way we in the church teach that so many people are thrown off balance by what is proposed in the book. Maybe I'll come back to this a bit more later...and maybe not.

- Daddy Day...Had a great time with the kids yesterday. I love being a daddy!

- had dinner with some great friends in the area. They said we get the award for the least amount of lead-time in having dinner! We called at 430 and met them at Outback at 5...yeah, that's pretty short. But when you have kids, you never know what to expect. Shout out to the ultimately flexible McGarry clan!!

- Launched Men's Fraternity this morning...at 615 am! I was at the office at 5 am...not a happy time of day for me. But this study for/with men is so good it's worth it.

- heading into Tuesday morning staff meeting.

Peace,

M@

Furrs back together!

I had a good week getting a bunch of work done while Heidi and the kids were in busha-land (Bay City, MI). But as much fun as it was to work like that (I'm a little bit sick), I missed them and couldn't wait to see them all again.

My very cool father-in-law came home from work early and offered to drive my fam to London to meet me insteady of me coming all the way there to pick them up. So instead of driving last night after Catalyst worship gathering (getting there about 2am) and then driving all morning to get home in time for my meetings, I only had to get up early and drive a total of 6 hours. To avoid rush hour around a couple cities, I left about 530am -- that gave me some great time to prepare for Men's Fraternity, which begins next week, and get some reading done.

It's so awesome to have them home again. They are all pretty exhausted -- Libby chose to start waking up every couple hours again...fun. But they're home and back in my view...I love 'em all!!!

Busy weekend ahead...wedding tonight, wedding tomorrow, men's breakfast tomorrow, Heidi's on worship team Saturday night and Sunday, meeting on Sunday morning...all between now and noon on Sunday.

Later,

M@

here we go...

Tonight was the launch of a new series on Wednesday nights at church. We're using a large-group/small-group format, which means that after the teaching time, we all break down into discussion groups to process the teaching and get to know each other. For many, this is the beginning of building community and authenticity into their faith journey.

In years past, we've had about 100 on Wednesday nights. Tonight we doubled that! It's exciting for so many people to be stepping out and taking their growth so seriously.

I've just got to say that Stacia, my (relatively new) ministry assistant rocked the house on preparation for a huge night. Shout out to Stacia!!

I'm reading The DaVinci Code in my spare time (which isn't much but has been a little more plentiful with the kids gone this week). It's a fun book and the writing is decent...not great, but engaging enough. I haven't gotten to the controvertial parts, yet.

Tomorrow night begins the regular worship gatherings for Catalyst, which is an emerging community of young adults. I'm excited about it. I'll be teaching from the story of Nicodemus talking with Jesus late one night (John 3). It's a great story and lays out the message of Jesus so well...

Tomorrow night, after the worship gathering, I'll be heading to Michigan to pick up my family. I miss them and can't wait to see them all again. We'll drive back to Buffalo on Friday morning -- I have appointments, a wedding, and a wedding rehearsal in the afternoon...should be an interesting weekend.

That's the scoop. I'm going to check in with the DeVinci code for a bit, then jump into more message prep for Catalyst. I love staying up late working! Just doesn't fit with a family lifestyle, but my natural time for work is between 8pm and midnight.

Peace,

M@

get the run out...

Every so often, it's good for me to take a long car trip. I don't know why, it just seems to clear my mind a little. So this is the week for it...I took Heidi and the kids to Michigan on Sunday and drove back to Buffalo on Monday. Thursday night, I'll drive to Michigan again and then we'll all be back on Friday (in time for my meetings in the afternoon). The drive to Canada is a little boring, but hey, I'm getting my drive fix.

Heidi and the kids are having a great time in BABs-Land (grandma's house) in Bay City. Izak just ran around like a nut when we got there!

It's important for Heidi to get some time with her mom. And Linda loves to get a hit of grandbaby now and then!

That leaves me at home with the dog. It's a good week for me to have some extra room in my schedule. With the start-up of the ministry year, many things are happening in the life of our church and I'm supposed to be at many of them.

Last night, after I drove home, I did some painting at the house. I vow to never paint a ceiling again!! I used to think that hell was one move after another (pack, move, unpack, pack, move, unpack...). I know better now...hell is painting a ceiling...how did Michealangelo do it!?!?! I'm still not all the way done...just some touch-ups to do.

I also painted the laundry room. It's in the basement and needed some sprucing up. I tried my new Wagner paint spraying...it was great! Thanks, father-in-law (he always gives the best tools for Christmas presents).

Amidst the busy-ness, I also hope to get some quiet time just listening to God. No sense being a starving baker, if you know what I mean.

Peace,

M@

nothing profound...

I've got nothing today. For some of you who read the blog with any regularity, that may not be any news...

I guess some days are just days, aren't they. I get up, hang with my kids and wife a little bit. Go to work. Do my work. Go home. Play, eat, give baths, enjoy the quiet, go to bed. Some days are just days.

Here's a little something...

There was a little kid walking down the hallway at the church this morning. He was crying for his mom. Somehow, his heart was just breaking and he knew that Mom would help. There's just something in him that drew him towards him mom...justbeing there would make the world a better place for him.

As Greg and I were making note of that, I was struck by this: we were all created with something that tells us that God will make it okay. We might learn through life that we can't trust Him, but that's pretty much because people let us down and we learn that we can't trust much of anything. But God just doesn't let us down. He's always there with us and is eager for us to cry for him...like the little boy crying for Mom.

There is was, right in the middle of a regular old day...a reminder of God's love. I guess I just had to be open to seeing it.

Have a great weekend.

Matt