See Ya' '05...

What a year. Except for 1973 when I passed from womb to world, I don't think a single year has been as filled with change (for me) as this past year. Not much has remained the same...

- new hometown
- new home (including phone number, cell phone number, address, etc.)
- new job with a whole new role in a different kind of local church with a new sort of climate
- my friendships have changed -- they still remain dear, but the proximity and way we relate has changed.
- new friends -- people who are becoming dear friends already
- and a new son.

Yup...it's been a year of change. But there are a few things that haven't changed...

- Heidi and I remain a strong us...I guess it's changed in that we continue to grow, but it's not changed in that it's still a source of strength, joy, and peace
- our cars are the same (Dodge Caravan still is crap and a scrappy '96 Escort)
- God is still being faithful to us. Through the intensity of painful decisions, the sorrow of good-byes, the doubts about tomorrow...through all these things, God has been faithful. He has been faithful to remind me of his love. He has reminded me of his calling to obedience and trust. He has been faithful to supply strength beyond what I thought my limits were. He has been faithful to give wisdom and insight. he has been faithful in providing financially and material things like a nice home where we can entertain and enjoy being family together, cars that keep going (or the money to keep them going), and people who can help me learn to do drywall, plumbing, and home repairs.

Yup...a bunch has changed. But some pretty important things haven't. So to Heidi, my bride of 11+ years...I'm excited to headinto 2006 with you at my side -- it's time for a new phase. And to my Father...thank you for your faithfulness in days gone by...a reminder that you will be faithful every day to come. I trust you and will follow...

Happy New Year.

Peace on the Journey,

M@

it's a go...

at least for now. The company called and said Heidi will work at least a half shift tonight. She might even work a whole one. That means that Daddy Day is going to begin in about 40 minutes as Mommy pulls out of the driveway. Hold on, kids...you're in Daddy's world now!

Peace (mostly),

M@

one down...

...many to go (hopefully). It was my first Christmas as a lead pastor and my first with this community at Northwest. What a nice weekend on many levels...

Northwest -- We worshipped together on Christmas Eve with two services. We weren't quite sure 2 would work - afraid everyone would come to one and the other would feel strange. It worked! Both had a great feel and a good group. Then Sunday morning, we gathered together for a family Christmas celebration, which means that it included food, familiar songs, a short dramatic reading of the birth of Jesus, and a quick message by the lead pastor. It was a good time to celebrate together.

Home -- my folks came from Michigan for the weekend. I think it's the first Christmas that we've celebrated with family on Christmas day. What a nice time. They seemed to have a nice time with the kids -- though they will nap very well when they get home on Tuesday! Levi had a great time hanging out with Grandpa, who has a nice shoulder and a mesmerizing touch...ahh...And Izak and Libby loved showing of.

My wife gave me an amazing gift. She blew the budget and loved me extravagently...it was so special on so many different levels. I was humbled and speechless...thank you, my love.

Family day was a good time, playing with new toys. Izak loves his gift from his Aunt Suzy...who lives 4 hours away and will get hers someday. He calls them his instruments...they are cymbals! He loves to march...aarrgghh....

Libby's best gift was a mirror...she loves to make faces at her friend! It's entertaining for all of us.

Well, that's the weekend in a nutshell. I've got Tuesday off, as well. Heidi is scheduled to work in the evening, but we'll see (so far she's been called off 3 times).

Peace,

M@

Merry Christmas!

No rantings, updates, or insights on this blog.

Just the truest wishes for you to know the peace and joy of Immanuel, God with us this Christmas season.

Peace,

Matt

Embracing Love...

They are the most quoted verses in the Bible..."For God so loved the world that he gave His only Son, so that whoever believes in him should not die but have everlasting life." John 3:16. You've seen the banners at sporting events for decades. If you went to church at all while growing up, you've memorized these verses. If you have ever sought out God's mercy...you probably drove down this street at one point. But rarely to do we stop to stare at these words.

How profound they are...God's love moved him to action. That action was to move heaven and hell (literally) in order to create a way for us (created humanity) to enter into a love relationship with him. God's greatest revelation of himself is the characteristic of love.

Then how did he get the reputation of being mean-spirited? How did we begin thinking that we need to measure up before we win his approval? Oh, yeah...because that's how we do things...

We tell girls that as they grow up, they will find love when they are pretty.
We tell boys that they will find love and value when they produce something of worth.
We tell our children that they are move loved when they succeed or do what we want. We don't mean to (usually), but it's easy to slip into that message.


Somewhere, somehow, we learned that if we are to have value, it will come as we do something to deserve it. So when we are offered pure love and we know we don't deserve it...it's pretty hard to take. We smack at the extended hand as if to say, "Show me what's behind your back. What's the trick." And even when He says, "No trick...just my love." We still look at Him with suspicion.

But there's not trick. There is just love. I don't deserve it. Neither do you. Why? I don't know for sure. The safey of receiving his love isn't in understanding it, but in basking in it.

What makes it hard for you to receive God's love? What does it look like for you to receive it?

What a perfect gift...Merry Christmas.

M@

quite a season...

I'm drawing to the close of some scientific research. Though some data remains out, I feel safe in my conclusions: a house with three kids is more crazy and busy than a house with two kids. I know, I might be stepping out on a limb there, but...

We've all had colds over the course of the past couple weeks. Nothing more pathetic than young kids with colds...not even a dad with a cold;-) But I think we're all over the worst of it.

I have spent the past few days recovering from a minor medical procedure. Nothing big. But it's given me some time to lay still and listen to the sound of crazy on the main floor of the house. Heidi gets a huge Mother's Day gift for this past week...HUGE!

Heidi is scheduled to work this Saturday. That makes it DADDY DAY!!! We love daddy days! She was called off last Saturday, but the chances of it happening twice...pretty small. I'm a little nervous, but it should be great fun!

We've expecting visitors during the Christmas/New Years week. My folks will be in town for Christmas -- this might be the first Christmas that we've spent with family in just about 11 years. That will be fun. The day they leave, some friends that we've known for about 10 years will be driving through and staying the night. This will be the first time that the DeRouchies will meet our children and the first time we'll meet 2 of their 3. What a nice time. Then the day after that, Heidi's mother and sister, Steph, are scheduled to visit. They were supposed to come last weekend, but the flu struck Bay City and the plans fell through. They should be able to hop a train and spend New Years with us. Lou, Heidi's dad, will join them on the weekend. Party at the Furr house!!

That's the news from Lake Villa...

Peace,

M@

Thank you...

Heidi and I went to Olive Garden for a date the other night. We were stuffed back in a corner, far from all the hubbub...perfect. As we were talking, I heard a little voice above the din. Glansing to my left, at the next table, I saw a little girl, probably about 7 years old, standing straight and looking straight into the eyes of the three Navy men who were all sitting quietly and looking back at her. She was singing to them in a soft and tender voice.

I couldn't make out all the words to the song. But above the noise of the room, I heard "You answered the call..."and "Thank you...Thank you...Thank you."

Her family was there to celebrate grandma's birthday. But this little girl had to sing a special song for these servicement. Her mother explained to them that they have tried to teach her how special men and women have answered the call to serve their country in the military. She understood...and when she saw them, she just wanted to say, "Thank you..."

It's a moment that took be aback...difficult to put into words here. I was glad to have been invited into that moment by the tender voice of a little girl.

When she finished, the three of them all said, "You're welcome."

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Just finished our monthly elder team meeting. I love meeting with these people! I've loved it very time for the past year. We deal with mundane things like budgets and paint. And we deal with difficult things like conflict. We also talk about vision, mission and strategy. I love all these conversations because within all of them, we are becoming...we are becoming the church God wants us to be.

Does He care what color the walls are? Not really...though I think some forms of fushia probably offend Him! But He cares that we care...because the way a room feels makes a difference as people gather to experience and encounter with our Amazing God.

So in the budgets and vision...we find Him. They are not God. But God is so worth the hard work of leading well.

Time for bed.

Peace,

M@

not easy...

I just read a very distrubing article in the LA Times. It's an article about Dr. Harrison, an abortionist in Arkansas. I was troubled by it on several levels, but thought it was a pretty well-done column.

You can link to it at:

http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-abortion29nov29,0,6674686.story

(you may need to cut and paste this into your browser, not sure if it will serve as a good link from the blog directly).

I think what disturbed me the most is the casual treatment that some of these people had toward life. One young woman was aborting her baby because she was about to get married and knew that the wedding dress she picked wouldn't accomodate a pregnant belly. I think that's the one that struck me the most.

Post a comment about your reaction to what you read.

M@

writing blind...

Not sure really what to write here, but will give it a stab. I tend to take out most of my writing in preparation for each weekend that I speak at Northwest.

I've always enjoyed the preparation and presentation of a message. The preparation forces me to wrestle with the ideas and principles of God -- sometimes I think God wanted me to choose this line of work because he knew that hearing a message once a week wouldn't be enough; to get my attention, I would need to soak in it all week.

The presentation is the part where I put out there what I think God was stirring in me during the week...you never know who needed that message. Part of the fun is not knowing how people will respond. There have been times that I was very stirred up...and it appeared that I was the only one. Other times, I present the message because that's the one I've been working on and it's too late to whip out another one...and someone comes up and shares with me how they have been wrestling with that exact issue and the words I tossed out there were the ones they were looking for.

That's part of the payoff of serving Jesus. It's really His work, not mine. Doesn't mean that I don't work hard. But I work hard because it's his reputation at stake, not mine. There's a difference...there is a peace that I can have knowing that I'm being obedient and He's the one stirring in the hearts of people.

Back to work I go...

Peace,

M@

I give God thanks for...

my wife
my kids (even though the oldest is in process of blowing his nap right about now!)
new friends
old friends
old friends who are old
a warm house on a cold day
a home that can hold family and friends who visit
a job which allows me to live out my mission in life
friends with whom I get to work and serve

There are so many things that God has provided in my life. But even if he had done none of the above, my debt to him would still be so deep because of his love and life in Jesus. Far beyond a religion, he has given me life and meaning and hope and strength and peace and love.

Happy Thanksgiving.

M@

11 years ago...

I became a "we"...
I signed up for the greatest adventure in life, next to following Jesus...
I put "self" aside (mostly)...
I promised to love forever...no matter what...
I married my friend.

11 years doesn't sound like much, does it? It takes longer to get through elementary, middle, and high school. We've had only 2 presidents in the US. Most dogs live longer. So no, 11 years doesn't seem that long when you put it that way...

But eleven years means that 4,017 times...

I said, "Good night. I love you."
I got to look into the eyes of my beautiful wife,
I got to hold the hand of the one I love most,
I got to hear my beloved sleeping next to me,
I got to snicker at the unbridaled exhuberance of my Heidi!

Thank you, my beloved, Heidi...

Thank you for saying yes 13 years ago when we walked the cold, dark streets of Marion, IN and I asked if a girl like you would ever date a guy like me.

Thank you for promising to go where I go and to share this life with me.

Thank you for fulfilling that promise.

Thank you for loving me even when you see the ugly side of Matt.

Thank you for laughing with me and crying with me.

Thank you for believing in me

Thank you for sharing yourself with me.

Thank you for your obedience to God above all.

Thank you for three children who fill my heart.

Thank you...

11 years ago today...it began...

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processing much...

Life has been so full lately. I've been expending so many of my words in processing it all that I haven't had much to post. So I thought I'd gaze at a blank screen until I write something.

I was talking through some things with my dad this evening. He said, "Sounds a little like the guy who said, 'Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?'" Yeah...that's a lot how I feel these days.

It seems like every arena of my life is requiring significant decisions that have lasting implications. Home, work, friendships. I go from one issue to the next with substantive outcomes waiting for my decision.

I tend to be comfortable making decisions and with risk. But I'm not sure that I've navigated through a time like this which required as many high-stakes choices.

I feel the weight of it. I don't think I blow it out of proportion, but neither do I blow it off.

I also feel alive. It's sort of strange. There is a vibrancy in these things. It's risky. It's life. It's real. It requires my utter dependence on God.

I can't fabricate a good outcome in these things. I can't wing it or fudge it...both of which I'm pretty good at. These things require complete dependence on Jesus.

If I don't, the outcome will depend on my emotions and whim. And frankly, if that's what the outcome depends on, I don't want to stick around to see it.

So I must set aside personal pride. I must set aside comfort. I must set aside anger. As I do, Jesus rises up within.

Peace. Laughter. Confidence. Strength.

Not mine. His...

let it begin...

...the melting of daddy's heart...

not a dream...

Nope...I've not been dreaming for the past 11 days or so...I really do have three children! What a gift!

I feel tired. I haven't been up all night with Levi...I've actually slept pretty hard. Heidi works hard to make sure that I get my sleep at night. So it's not that. But I'm still tired. It may be the anticipation has finally caught up. It might be that I've been on "vacation" these two weeks, and my body has been asking for rest...not to be found just yet. It might be that my main charge these two weeks has been to invest in my toddlers. Whatever it is, I'm tired.

I'm ready to jump back in at Northwest. Though I haven't been out of the loop totally, I've been very intentional to stay as far out as I could. It was good. I'm so thankful for Kevin, in whom I place complete confidence and trust in my absence.

I'm thankful for new friends. Northwest has done right by the Furr family. They have cared well for us in so many ways. And some have done even more.

Did I mention that I'm tired?

Peace,

M@

The Encounter...

Levi Lawrence Furr...Day One

And the name is...

Levi Lawrence Furr was evicted from his one-room condo with jacuzzi tub at 11:05am CST on Tuesday, October 18, 2005. After 1.5 hours of intense labor and only two hardy pushes, landlord Mommy got the job done in incredible fashion. The 9 pound 4 ounce evictee was heard proclaiming the injustice of it all, saying, "WAAAA!"

Both Heidi and I will elaborate more another time, but there's the scoop. Thank you for those who have encouraged and prayed with us during the past nine months. It's been quite a ride and we are thankful for the gift of Levi.

Peace,

Matt

Birth Day...

There are only two things that can get me out of bed at 5am...one is golfing with Rick in "heaven" and the other is...the birth of my child. Heidi and I are about to load up the car and serve notice to the little one she's been carrying for the past 40 weeks. Time to get out!

I had a hard time getting to sleep, as you might imagine. It's exciting to think that I'm going to learn this child's name today. For 40 weeks, this child has been known only by God. Heidi has felt his/her presence, but only God has known his/her name. Today, it will be known by the rest of us. I'm excited about that.

And also today, I will be standing by as Heidi earns another Mother badge of courage and strength. I can coach and encourage and be near, but I cannot carry the load. At the end of the day, it is a load that only she can carry. And she has done so with amazing grace and fortitude in the past; I am confident that she will today.

Well...here we go.

Peace,

Matt

Change of Pace...

Change is fun...I enjoy it. There has been a nice change of pace and one about to come.

Willow -- This past week, I spent most of my time at Willow Creek, a great and effective church south of here about an hour. The conference was pretty good and provided a nice change of pace for me.

Kevin spoke -- I didn't do the weekend conversation this week. In planning for F3, we determined this would be a good weekend for Kevin to speak. Even though F3 has not arrived, we stayed on schedule. Though I love communicating, it was a nice break for me. I've been here about 9 months and this is only my third weekend not speaking...I was starting to wear down a little. Thanks, Kevin.

Eviction -- F3 is coming his week, ready or not. If not prior, then on Tuesday morning, he/she will be invited to breathe air via some minor medical stimulation.

Paternity time -- Since F3 will be coming Tuesday, I'm off this week to be with my family. We have some great people who will be helping to care for the kids, but I'll be there to help and spend some time getting to know the new one.

So there...on several fronts, it's been a change of pace. I find that to be refreshing.

Little personal rememberance: 3 years ago today, Heidi and I embarked on the journey of parenting for the first time. I got to sneak into my son's room and sing Happy Birthday this morning...he smiled and said, "I am three." Yes you are, my boy...yes you are.

Peace,

Matt

30 years...

I was two years old. 30 years ago on this date, a group of 4 families joined together to unite behind a crazy vision to live out the reality of the kind of church talked about in Acts 2. 30 years ago today, this new community gathered togehter for their first worship gathering at a movie theater...the Willow Creek Theater. Today, Willow Creek Community Church has invited about 20,000 people to join them on this journey of living out the Acts 2 church and has influenced millions around the world, through conferences, teachings, and books. They have been inovators and standard-bearers in the area of church leadership.

I spent much of today on the Willow Creek campus. Bill Hybels, the founding and senior pastor of Willow Creek seemed startled by the realization that today was the precise brithday of this new community. It was sort of cool to be there on this day.

Willow Creek has given churches permission to do church differently. It reminded leaders that the church exists for those who are not yet members. It reminded leaders that God is the ultimate Creator, therefore is honored in excellent creativity. This small group of people stepped out, risked much, worked hard, depended on the Spirit in challenging way. And God moved in and through them.

I am a beneficiary of their vision. Today, I lead a church in becoming the community that God wants us to be. We haven't adopted Willow's mission statement, but we share a heartbeat -- to become a community that does right by the reputation of Jesus in our community and world.

Happy Birthday, Willow...may your best years be ahead of you!

Peace,

Matt

Christian = Republican?

I just read a very interesting article about Ms. Meiers, the President's pick to the Supreme Court. The article was giving a glimpse into her personal life, by relating the story of her making a decision to give her life to Jesus. It was short, but unbiased...

...until it got to the end. Almost in one sentence, it said that she gave her life to Jesus and then became a Republican. It's one thing for some backwoods hick pastor or freakish tv president-wanna-be to connect the two, but a major media outlet?

That's actually troubling to me. It troubling because someone who isn't a part of the movement of Christ-followers looks in and sees not a transformational movement but a political agenda. While I might be trying to share how someone can live in freedom, people will see me as trying to recruit to the Republican party.

It would be just as disconcerting if the association was with the Democratic party, so don't get me wrong. I reject the complete notion that one's faith in Jesus dictates a certain party affiliation...neither one is "God's party."

I'm glad that Ms. Meiers has given herself to Jesus. I think it's pretty cool that someone of faith could very likely be sitting on the highest court in the most powerful nation in the world (at this point in history). I pray that she leverages her influence well.

Peace,

M@

doing church differently...

I was reconnected with some friends from Australia recently. Ken and Leanne spent some time in Hamburg before returning to their home country of Australia to start a new church. We had good times together...shared a few laughs...grew a bit as our lives intersected.

They have been home for a few years now. their vision for the church they lead is that it would be a community of people sharing life together for the honor of Jesus. Amidst the variety of pressues they face (denominational, peer church leaders, financial, let alone spiritual), they continue to hold true to that vision.

It's a powerful statement on several levels:

1) the power of a husband and wife committed to the same calling. They are truly partners in this ministry; neither one is token by any means. Their passsions and gifts create incredible momentum as they humbly serve together.

2) the power of a vision. They have not been swayed by the winds of time or change. They are not jumping on anyone else's bandwagon. Frankly, they make the "emerging church" look like yesterday's news.

3) the power of community. They welcome anyone to the table. It's not a rich church that has a few poor folks. It's a community that is made up of all kinds of people. The poor and broken sit at the same table as the whole and "successful." They learn together and from each other. It is truly a community where all are welcome. And it's in the heart of a city. And in the process, lives are being transformed...slowly as in process, but transformation nonetheless.

Check out the link to their community on the right...City Wesleyan.

Peace,

M@

Walk By Moonlight...

It's alittle different than walking by faith, but...

Heidi and I enjoyed a nice walk tonight. We left the kids in bed and enjoyed the brisk cool air...just kidding. Grandma Bennett is in town for the weekend, allowing us to enjoy our favorite time of the year.

I'm lucky to have a spouse that appreciates the same temperature settings as I do. We love the fall. And we like it cold.

We were out walking to enjoy each other's company. Walking is also good for a woman in labor...

Peace,

M@

Walk by faith...

This weekend we continued our series exploring who we are becoming. More than what we are doing, God is shaping our hearts to become a certain kind of community. As He shapes our hearts, then our actions will flow out of who we are. Success is not growing. Success is redefined as becoming the people we were created to be. Success is becoming a community that is know by love, walks by faith, and serves as a voice of hope in the world. If we do that, then we win.

Today, we talked about what it looks like to walk by faith. It's a challenge, requiring us to be dialed into God's voice. If we are to walk by faith, we must listen to Him. Frankly, it would be much easier to simply do a bunch of church stuff...not bad stuff, but also not stuff that requires much faith.

It's hard work to listen. It's hard work to wait until God moves. It's hard work to step out in faith. Why? Because all of these things are counter-intuitive for us, as human beings. We're more naturally comfortable with listening to our own voices and motivations, not listening for God. We're more comfortable walking ahead, doing what we think we should do. It's hard work because walking by faith take the focus off of me...and that's not natural.

But the results are worth it! By faith, I connect with eternity. My little step of faith, connects my life with the eternal. A step of faith to mend a fractured relationship connects with the perfect peace that comes in the future. My step of faith toward justice connects with God's eternal heart of justice.

Not only does it connect me with the eternal not-yet, it allows me to see God at work here and now. I believe that God can heal people who are sick and dying. I believe that God can free people from the slavery of addictions. I believe that God can save broken marriages and fractures friendships. I can't do any of those things...for me or anyone else. But by walking by faith, I can see God all of those things...I can see lives being transformed in major ways...and I can experience that in my own life.

So, yeah...it's hard work. But it's so worth it. What do you think?

Peace on the journey,

Matt

new one...

Stephie is Heidi's older sister. Since she has a variety of mental disabilities, she still lives at home with her parents in Bay City, MI. So whenever we visit there, we get to see Steph. There is much that I have learned from Steph and I'm sure I'll share over time.

Whenever Steph sees an animal get killed, she shouts out, "New one!" As in, this one's done, it's time for a new one! It's pretty funny.

Heidi was driving somewhere with Steph in the car. Seeing a pretty bird fly down near the road was very exciting. Seeing it fly into the sweet spot on the grill of an on-coming semi was...something. Just a big puff of feathers. Heidi sheepishly looked over at Steph, who had clearly been enjoying the bird, to see how she would react. After a moment of stunned silence, she said somewhat quietly... "New one..."

That's a little how I feel about my day today. My day was flying along minding it's own business, dipping down by the road. The next thing I knew...just a big poof of feathers.

In the perfectly fitting words of my sister-in-law... "New one..."

Going to bed in hopes that Monday will avoid the semi's sweet spot...

M@

golf...

I don't know why, but I really enjoy golfing. I don't love golf, but I do enjoy it. I'm not all that good, but I've come to the place of realizing that if I get good it's because I spend too much time doing it...

I golfed today. There was a tournament to raise funds (sort of) for Rock River Christian Camp. Props to my team: Jerry, Barry, and Wally. We could have made a good joke...So a chiropractor, insurance guy, sewer supervisor, and a pastor walk onto a golf course...the punch line came shortly after the first tee...

Heidi continues to knock out orientations for various hospitals at which she'll be working after F3 arrives.

Izak works hard at being 2.11 years old. What a great heart!

Libby is about ready to begin ruling the world...seriously...she's a piece of work.

F3 isn't quite ready to come out...but it's getting close.

Peace,

M@

daddy day...

It's Daddy Day in the Furr house today!!! The kids showed mercy and slept until 7!! Off to a good start...except Izak is pretty set on having speghetti for breakfast...Maybe if I put some maple syrup on it...like in Elf...

Libby is walking around roaring at me...darn cute.

Heidi has begun working today. She's at Loyola Medical Center (which is not on the campus of the university, by the way). She passed her tests and continues with her orientation. Loyola is the first of four hospitals that she'll orient to in working for a staffing company. She's excited and I'm excited for her.

Gotta run...the walking lionness approaches!

M@

Un-retired...

I was pulling for Lance Armstrong in this past Tour-de-France. I admire great athletes; Armstrong certainly fits the bill. I also wanted to see him go out on top. More often than not, great athletes miss their curtain call and hang onto glory (as faded as it becomes) with white knuckles.

Not so, for Armstrong. He told the world that after this year, the Tour was going to be left to the others. He would ride his last for Team Discovery. And then he would focus on his relationship with Crowe (who will become his wife soon enough, his children, who are still quite young and his cancer research foundation.

Great call, Lance!! I'm proud of you. You made your fortune, are leveraging your influence well in the area of cancer research. And you are not content to screw your family over (again). Most athletes don't have the courage to stop on top and leave the stage for others. But good for you!

Lance can do whatever he wants to do with his life. I can't make decisions for him. But the news has been leaking that he will be training with Team Discovery this winter in the probable return to the race that brought him much fame and glory. That's very disappointing to me on several levels...

1) let it go, Lance!! You can't win every time. Don't tarnish what you've worked so hard to earn by finishing 3rd or worse this year or next. I admit, this is a selfish reason. I want to remember him the way he was...not as grandpa Lance.

2) When you brought your kids up on the podium to celebrate your historic 7th victory, you were telling the world that they are more important than more glory. By stepping back into the ring, you are implanting the notion that they are always #2 in your life. It doesn't matter what you say, your actions speak very loudly. I'm not asking you to be a perfect parent, but I would challenge you to put the same amount of energy and commitment in your family that you have put into racing all these years.

3) Feed the true hunger in your life. I'm not judging Lance, but I suspect that there is something stirring deep within him that is unquenchable. It's a hunger for intimacy with God. Like most people in this world (even religious folks), I'm betting that if he rides hard enough, the hunger begins to go away. When he was riding into Paris victorious, he didn't notice the hunger. But now, in the quietness of retirement, the hunger resurfaces. But it's not a hunger for more glory...it's a hunger for the glory of God. Seek him out, Lance...find satistfaction in Him.

So those are my thoughts about Lance Armstrong toying with the notion of returning to biking. I hope he doesn't. But that's just my opinion.

M@

perspective...

I had lunch today with a guy who is helping oversee the logistics for about 600 emergency personnel who are traveling from IL to Lousianna to help with the situation down there. It's a huge job for him and his crew.

Because of his involvement in emergency situations on a local, county, and state level, he has some great insight into what is going on down there. I just can't understand the confusion and why everyone is blaming someone else. So I asked him about it.

So as to not publish anything that he might prefer to be unpublished, let me just say that he gave me good perspective. All you need is someone to make a bad decision, which impacts the other decisions down the line, adding further compication to the decisions that need to be made. It's an illustration of the power of one.

This is me, not this guy...let's say that the mayor of New Orleans makes a decision to approve an emergency evacuation plan that doesn't include tens of thousands of people who don't have vehicles. That decision impacts the decisions that his emergency personnel have to make. So now, instead of having to make decisions about how to get water out of the city, they also have to make decisions about what to do with tens of thousands of stranded people in the Superdome. But because they were unprepared to make those decisions, the opportunity to make poor decisions increases exponentially. And on down the line until we have incredible chaos and disorder.

Boy, I'm sure glad that I don't have to carry that kind of responsibility and weight! Whew...I'm off the hook...or am I?

I make decisions every day. So do you. And the decisions we make will either create order and health in the lives of other people or they will contribute to choas and disease. When we short-change a decision, it impacts more than just us. There is no decision that can effect just me...none.

The way that I choose to communicate love to my son and daughter, will diretly impact their ability to receive and communicate love in the future. The decisions I make will play out generations...people who will only know me as "my great-great-great-grandfather, Matt Furr."

My decision to confront a person and bring healthy discussion to a fractured relationship will impact so many other people.

There are not too many casual decisions that we make throughout the day. It might not matter what color socks I wear (unless it's such a distraction that is causes a traffic accident as the person driving by stares while I walk down the sidewalk). But the choices I make about how I interact with others, how I give myself to my work, the corners I choose to not cut...these are all decisions that will ripple through the lives of other people for (potentially) generations.

We're looking at the result of some key bad decisions by people who should have known better. But every day, we live in the ramifications of key bad decisions that we and others make all the time.

It makes me pretty thankful for a mysterious thing called grace...

Peace on the journey,

M@

weekend wrap-up...

Had a nice visit with my folks on Saturday evening. They are in the area because they are heading to WI to visit my cousin and his folks (Uncle Howie and Aunt Ann, Mom's brother and sil). So they stopped in for about 24 hours. It's nice to be close enough that they can do that.

After dinner at the Rainforest Cafe', we enjoyed some ice cream and time with the kids. Then bed and I went back to the office.

I've been really wrestling this with my weekend message. Today was to mark the beginning of a new series, but I knew that we also had to address the situation in the south, too. I wasn't sure if I could accomplish both and how that would be done.

I had finally been able to do both, but still wasn't done wrestling. What more did God want from me? What more needed to be brought up this week? I thought I had the bases covered.

But...the one thing that was lacking was me. I hadn't owned the message yet. So Saturday night was spend brining the message home. How do I respond when life is shaken up?

I had to own that I don't like some of the stuff that's been spilling out lately. There's an issue that consistently comes back to my mind. In this setting the issue isn't important. I've noticed that I have gotten angry in situations that didn't warrant quite that level of response. Wow...there's something there that I think God wants to put his finger on.

Will I let Him? Or will I blow it off as a little bit of stress that will go away?

Nope...not going to blow it off. The goal is too great to pass this up. Through the issue I'm grappling with I'll become a little more reflective of the character of Jesus. And that's the point of this journey I'm on...

Peace on the journey,

M@

ps - I get the next two days with my family! It's been a while since I've had this kind of time with them at home. Hope they can put up with me!!

random thoughts (or pseudo-thoughts)...

I actually don't feel much like writing. It's been a busy week, requiring many words from me...I've used up my alotment and am looking for a place to just curl up and say nothing. But until then...

- I've been keeping up with the unfolding devestation in the south along with the rest of the country. My thoughts range from prayer for those involved to unbelief that anyone would think it a good idea to build a city in a bowl. But I have the luxury to second-guess and avert my eyes from the pain because the bodies aren't floating by my submerged home. Mostly I pray. I pray for endurance for those who are working so hard, peace for those who are still awaiting rescue, grace for those who are at the end of themselves, and comfort for those who would be happy to have lost just their home.

- I'm proud of my boy. I don't think he's completely ready to outsource the daddy job, but I'm not sure he's needing me these days (I'm not really serious about this, so don't bother writing me about all the ways that daddies are important). He has pretty much potty trained himself. He's not so much into the whole pooping thing, but he's all over the fun work of aiming! And now he's put himself into his "big boy" bed. Yup...no more cribs...at least not for now. He's all over his twin bed with railings to keep him in bounds when he jumps. It's pretty incredible to look in on him and see him sleeping in a "real" bed. Just in time to move the crib into the other room for "you-know-who"...

- My wife is going to have another baby soon. Yup...I'm not sure why no one told me about this! We're counting weeks instead of months. And soon, it will turn to days...then hours...then pushes. I can't wait to meet this kid. No strong hunches yet...boy or girl?

- My folks are coming for a quick visit this weekend. It's nice to be close enough that we can do overnights. It's good to check in with them, share a bit of life.

- Heidi and I went on a date tonight. She texted (may not be a real word, but pretend with me that it is) in the middle of the day that she found a sitter and made reservations. We went to Tsukasa, a Japenese steak house. We've heard this one was good...even better than Bennihana's. It was good...but not better than our normal Japenese steakhouse...it's just nice to be out together.

So there is a random spattering of things floating loosely through my mind.

Peace,

M@

Not there yet...

I couldn't help myself. I tried not to be competitive. I just couldn't stop myself.

Tonight I was a race car driver. A couple from Northwest invited us to share an experience at Chicago Indoor Racing...a company that let's people live vicariously as they drive souped-up go carts (they go up to 35 mph!) around an indoor track.

I was teamed up with Doug. We won!! What a great night hanging out with friends and meeting some new people, too. After racing (did I mention that Doug and I won?) there was good food, pool, and hanging out.

It was a fun night out.

I love to win...and I think that's okay...

Peace, M@ (#29...)

Godspeed, Jean...

Jean Stevens was my mother-in-law's best friend.
Jean was an influential person in Heidi's life.
She presented godly words of wisdom at choice moments.
Jean Stevens was a fighter.

Tonight, Jean lost her fight with cancer. Though Jesus defeated death, I suspect that Jean gave him a good lickin', too.

More than anything else, Jean loved Jesus. Tomorrow morning, when I help lead a congregation into the presence of God in worship, Jean will be in His presence, personally. That which I will see only dimly, she now sees clearly.

In this world, you invested well, Jean. Now, run to the arms of your Master and begin this new eternal life filled with the love of His presence.

Peace on your journey,

Matt

misc...

Nothing really specific to report at this point, but thought I'd touch base anyway...

1. I'm pleased with the way things are going at Northwest. Everyone seems to be on board with the direction we're going. It's pretty fun. We've had a little spike in weekend worship, but we've had several out-of-town guests...but a few visitors from the area, as well. The shift to two worship gathering times has felt good.

2. Dan continues to settle in as Worship Arts Pastor. He's a great guy and adds to the staff dynamic in a fun and healthy way. It's a stretch (and a very good one) for me to turn "control" over to him. It's a stretch not because of his competency but because I tend toward "control freak" end of the spectrum. I don't know that I've ever seen the dynamic between lead pastor and worship pastor that I would like to have...no offense to anyone else, I just haven't seen the synergy that I'm looking for. My nature is to step in and make corrections or calls during the worship time, but I've chosen to give that option to Dan. If I want to change something on the fly, then I need to pass it by him. I'm still the one who makes the call on the big picture, but I need to let the specifics go to him. So if he doesn't have people stand up when I want them to, that's his call, not mine. Instead of having a small stroke trying to get him to tell the people to stand, I just need to get a grip and then debrief with him in private...does that make sense? It may not sound like, but it's a huge adjustment for me (and I suspect for most lead pastors). But making the adjustment will be the difference between getting a new worship pastor ever few years or building a team that will take Northwest far into the future...and the difference between heart trouble in my 40's and living a long time!!

3. Joe and Kristen Zgoda left our home on Sunday afternoon. They are couple/person/group #23 to have passed through our home since we moved. Just recently have Heidi and I realized that it's been so many people. That's why we bought the house we did...so we could have people stay with us. It's been fun. It's also been tiring, especially with F3 on the way. It was a great visit with Joe and Kristen, who are some of the easiest people to have around.

So that's a brief recap...

Peace,

M@

delusional...

Someone at Northwest recently brought to the table something that they picked up at a recent conference. The speaker remarked that America is one of the last places where we continue to live under the delusion that this world is still a good place.

Whether or not we believe this impacts how we think about the world in which we live and the God who created it.

Ask people in Rwanda when they think the Great Tribulation will come.

Ask Christ-followers in China that same question.

Ask people in post-communist Russia if they think that all people are essentially good.

Ask young muslim kids in palestinian refugee camps if they think the "sun will come up tomorrow."

As I look around the world, I find that my perspective on God is influenced by this delusion. So when I talk about being a voice of hope in the world, am I speaking about real hope.

The Bible points people to an eternal hope...one beyond the circumstances of today or even tomorrow. It's not a hope that secretly roots for technology or politics to solve the problem, but finds its anchor in the words of Jesus who said that he is going to prepare a place for us. It's a hope that my heart can actually be transformed (actually needs transformation) because without it, there really isn't anything good in there...I know myself too well to believe otherwise.

It seems like in order to be a voice of hope, one must look honestly at that which provides none.

What do you think?

M@

turning a corner...

I'm proud to be a part of Northwest. We turned a significant corner this past weekend. We began a 2nd worship gathering on Sunday morning.

Boy, Matt, you're pretty easily excited...

True...I am. But this is bigger than just adding another worship gathering...it means much more.

- It means we are more committed to excellence in ministry to kids than our own comfort
- It means we are deeply committed to nurturing the souls of those who serve every weekend by making a way for them to worship together every weekend.
- It means we believe that God wants to use us to grow His kingdom and we're putting ourselves in a position to do that more effectively by making some more room.

It's a little scary because if one of the worship gatherings are too empty, then it feels anticlimactic...that's bad for a sense of momentum and mission. It's a risk because it means that some people will be asked to step up in service when before they could just show up. It's harder work because it requires more solid planning on just about every front. But it's important and worth it.

You see, we're not okay with being fat and happy. We're not okay with thousands of people around us who have never had the chance to engage Jesus in relevant and authentic ways. So we're doing something about it.

So here we go...

M@

dancing with the unimpressed...

What a great time we had tonight (we = my, Heidi, and about 25 Northwest-ers). We helped put on the Summer Dance (Viva Las Vegas!) for the members of the Center for Enriched Living.

At first glance, I thought the title referred to the members of the Center, which is a community center for mentally handicapped/challenged adults. But after tonight, I think that it refers to those who give a bit of themselves to serve this often marginalized community of people loved of God. My life is enriched because of my involvement in what happened tonight.

I got to talk with Rob, who is very curious if London, New York, Miami, and Israel are very far way.

I visited with another lady (I didn't see her name tag) about her dog, who she loves very much. She's excited about the trip she'll take tomorrow for lunch and a movie (of course she'll be seeing Must Love Dogs).

Bryce loved to jump and dance like crazy. He asked if I would be his friend. When I said yes, he was very happy.

I got to meet Matt and Cindy, a couple of young adults who are giving themselves to serve this community of people. And one year from today, they will do so as husband and wife!

Victoria knew all the words to the songs.

Frank loves Elvis. Frank really, really loves Elvis.

Yup...I feel like my life has been a bit enriched tonight. I gave some. I received much.

What was the gift I received? I had a chance to be in a room full of people who were glad that I was there simply because I was there. I didn't have to dance too well (which is a very good thing). I didn't have to be rich. I just had to be there and smile.

And I'm also a bit richer because I got to be a part of this with my new community...Northwest. I'm proud to be a part of a church that would consider something like this a big deal and show up big-time.

Somehow...I'm not even exactly sure, I was a part of the Kingdom come tonight. No one preached, yet the Gospel was clearly presented. There were no songs that talked about God, yet I sense His pleasure.

The Center for Enriched Living...it's a good name. Thanks for letting me be there.

Matt

ps - you can check out the link to the right...

crappy news...

A little play on words. It's actually big news around the Furr house...

Warning: if potty talk offends you, please don't read any further...

Izak is completing his own potty training regimine! It's pretty funny...we were going to wait to begin training until after the new baby arrived. But several weeks ago, he initiated it by saying "potty" and then hopping up onto the toilet to pee. He has repeated that several times. So he has pee on the potty down pat.

So we let him pee on the potty whenever he wants to, but didn't push it because we aren't ready to be consistent and we can't stop diapers until he learns to "go yucky" on the potty.

Well, this morning, he made it clear that he wanted to go pee on the potty. He did several times. So Heidi was adventurous enough to let him amble around the house with no diaper, realizing that when yucky came, we would need to clean the floors a few times.

Before leaving, I talked with him about yucky and that if he wanted, he could do yucky in the potty, just like pee. Not sure if he got it or not, I left Heidi to her mothering devices!

While playing on the couch, he stopped, hopped down, ran into the bathroom, hiked up on the potty, and did yucky...all by himself!! What a kid! He got it!

Could this be the end of diapers for Z-Dog? The saga continues...

It's funny how things change when you parent. Pooping in the potty has never been all that exciting to me before. Sure, it was a good place to get some reading done, but never really exciting. But now...now potty is very exciting!!

Peace and Potty,

M@

Beach House...

Ok, so it's not right on the beach, but from Sunday to Wednesday, the Furrs, Musielaks, and Gobles crashed at my sisters place in Whitehall, MI. It's about a mile from Lake Michigan and Duck Lake...both incredible places to hang out. What a gift...thank you Fishers!!

While we were in Michigan connecting with our small group from Hamburg, my sister, husband, and daughter were at our house, living large in Chi-town. They made good use of the train into the city and it sounds like they spent every ounce of energy enjoying the sights. What a great house exchange!

The time in Michigan was good. During out six plus years in Hamburg, NY, we became very, very close friends with the two couples (Larry and Audry Goble, Rick and Carrie Musielak). We met as relatively newly-wed couples and shared life through significant transitions -- including adding children to the family. Between the three couples, there are six kids...including the one leaching life from Heidi.

I'm not sure what I expected out of the time, to be honest. I knew we would enjoy hanging out. We did. I thought we would have some deep conversation...that was somewhat limited by the energy spent wrangling all the kids (4 and under). I thought we would spend time at the beach...that was great! I thought we would continue to explore what our relationships will look like with the Furrs in Chicago...this was an important part of that journey.

When we were preparing to leave Hamburg in January, I vowed that I would arrange for us to all meet together for a vacation sometime this summer. This Michigan trip was me making good on that promise. I was excited to do that for my friends.

So that's a bit of an update. I'm back in the office today, getting settled back into the routine here.

It's a big weekend...Northwest begins our second worship gathering this weekend. We will worship God at 9 and 1030 am. I'm excited about this shift.

Peace,

M@

heading out...

Heidi, the kids, and I leave for a small vacation this week. We will be joining up with two other families in Michigan. The three families made up the core of our small group in NY and have become very close in the past 6 years -- soulmates. We will spend the next few days sharing space and life together. What a gift.

Last night some other friends spent some time with us. We met Brad and Laura in Indiana during college. Brad was in our wedding. Heidi and I are god-parents to their beautiful children, Hannah and Adam. We have shared a friendship that transcends geography and and time. When we see each other, we pick right up where we left off. It's a gift to share on a significant level with other couples. That's part of the essence of life.

Peace,

M@

A Prayer...

Father, I want to know you, but my cowardly heart fears to give up its toys. I cannot part with them without inward bleeding, and I do not try to hide from you the terror of the parting. I come trembling, but I do come. Please root from my heart all those things which I have cherished so long and which have become a very part of my living self, so that you may enter and dwell there without a rival. Then, shall you make the place of your feet glorious. Then shall my heart have no more need of the sun to shine in it, for you will be the light of it, and there shall be no night there. In Jesus' name, Amen.

- a prayer from A.W. Tozer in The Pursuit of God

so what happened?!?!

Ok, maybe you aren't asking with such enthusiasm, but I left you sort of hanging last week by saying that the weekend would be a little nuts, but not why. Here's the why...

Do you remember when President Bush surprised the troops in Iraq by showing up unannounced on Thanksgiving Day? That's kind of what Heidi did in Buffalo last weekend. She spent a couple days in our old stompin' grounds to connect with close friends and celebrate the upcoming birth of a second child with some friends.

Short(ish) back-story on this...

When Heidi was pregnant with Liberty, some good friends (PJ and Barb) were expecting their first child...they would be born about the same time. Barb went into labor about 25 weeks into the pregnancy. The doctors were unable to stop her body from birthing the otherwise healthy baby girl. The birth process was too much on the little body and within a few hours of birth, Hannah's short life ended.

I was at the hospital shortly after it all happened and was the only person (other than the parents and hospital staff) to see Hannah's little body...all wrapped up in clothes. For a few moments, I was filled with joy, looking at her because it looked like she was still alive and that she'd made it...but no.

A couple weeks later, I facilitated the funeral.

You can begin to imagine the bond formed between our families.

Heidi and I had just moved to IL and found out we were going to have number 3! The next week, we got a call from Barb who told us that she was pregnant. Once again, we were expecting at the same time! We prayed. We prayed some more.

After passing the 25 weeks, they went public. And last weekend was the shower/blessing for the Saikia family. Heidi had to be there...not an option.

Heidi will tell you more details on her blog, I'm sure.

She was gone...and I was home tending the family!! We had a great time together. They slept well (Mom hates when I tell her that they sleep until almost 7). We played hard, enjoyed ice cream. Sunday was a little nuty as I tried to get to the church ealy enough to prepare while getting the kids ready. Thanks to Miss Bonnie who met me there and wrangled kids while I jumpd into the morning routine.

After worship, Aunt Laura came home with us and hung in the afternoon, played with kids, and let me get a little nap.

Monday evening, Mr. and Mrs. Thorp (pronouced Forp by Izak) came to play while I went to the airport to pick up Mommy.

What a great weekend with my kids. I love being their daddy. It's a gift to love them like that.

And yes, it's a pretty quick trip for me to realize that God takes pleasure in loving us, his children and is not bothered by caring for us...

So...that was the craziness I was talking about.

this week has been getting stuff ready for the upcoming shift in the Sunday am schedule. This is the last weekend that Northwest Christian Communty will worship at just one time (except for potential special celebrations). Beginning next week, there will be two worship gatherings to choose from. I'm excited about that shift for a number of reasons...none of which I will spell out here.

There's the scoop.

M@

"Go to beach!?"

That was Izak's montra all day. Heidi found a great little beach on Cedar Lake, just up the street from us. The sand is combes regularly and is soft. there are great swings to play on. The water is warm (fish pee does that, you know). And there are hardly any people there. So we've spent the past two nights at the beach!

Izak loves splashing around in the shallow water...still a little afraid of anything above the belly button. Libby is like a little sand crab, crawling right into the water until it's up to her chin...at which point, Mommy puts a stop to the progress. She just laughs and kicks...happy as a pig in poo!

Tonight, we were joined our our friends, the Paridos. We all grabbed some fast food and met at the beach. Good time had by all.

It's going to be a crazy weekend here...crazier than most. Can't explain the details right now, but will at another time.

The popcorn's done and it's time to pretend that time doesn't matter.

Peace,

Matt

it's nuts!!

The office just took a few steps closer to nuts! Dan showed up for duty on Tuesday. It's awesome having him around the office!! His heart is soft toward God. His sense of humor is about endless. And his head for leadership is beyond his years. I think it's going to be a great partnership...Kevin, Dan, and me.

You wouldn't think it would change, much, but having another leadership staff really does make a difference. I like the challenge that it will present me...caring for, leading, and sharing life with both of these guys.

I've been leading a conversation on prayer during the weekend worship gatherings. It's been a good challenge for me to study and articulate a vision of prayer that is complex, yet so simple. I've noticed the changes in my own prayer life, which is encouraging. At the heart of it, prayer is about a conversation with God, which draws us closer together.

The other part of prayer remains somewhat mysterious to me...the requests/intercession part of prayer. We're making that turn this weekend. What can I pray for and then what can I expect from God as I do?

In short, the more my prayers aligns with God's kingdom and will in this world, the more I will see God's power revealed in the answers. I'm still processing that...

Has there every been anything huge that you've prayed about and seen God answer/do in response? Share the story with me, if you would.

Peace,

Matt

Wearing Heidi's Shoes...

I'm not sure they fit...the shoes of an incredible mother. But I'm trying them on today. Heidi is in the big city today taking a class to be certified for ACLS (Advanded Certification for Life Saving -- I made that up, but it's close)...which means she will be able to call the shots at a code in the hospital. What's a code? It means her patient stops breathing or their heart stops or goes into funky rhythms...it's not good. She can explain that more if she wants.

But I'm on duty today. I love this time with my kids. I got some work done this morning while Charlotte babysat. Now I can focus my attention on Libby and Izak. They are napping for the moment...at least they're supposed to be.

It's the first time in a long time that Heidi's taken the whole day away. Even if the class is stressful (which is it), she gets to talk with grown-ups and not have to change anyone's diaper! I have always enjoyed Daddy Days, as we call them.

Who knows what the afternoon holds?!?! Excitement and thrills, I'm sure!

Peace,

M@

Thank you!!

A huge "THANK YOU" to my incredible wife and wonderful mother-in-law. I don't use those adjectives because of what they recently did, but because of who I have known them to be.

For my birthday, they teamed up to buy my book list. You may have noticed that there was a book list in my side bar to the right. That was a list of books that I hoped to get as gifts. I didn't label it like that because I didn't want to be so blatent about asking, but also wanted to keep a running list for those who ask about good gifts for me. Anyway...they cleared the current list! What a gift...thank you!!

Yesterday was a great birthday/family day for me. I woke up to Izak running into the bedroom saying, "Happy firtday, Daddy!" Darn cute! There's no better way to wake up (other than when mommy does it...;-)

Spent the rest of the day running some errands, fixing the sump pump, enjoying ice cream with new friends, and then reading some of my new books before bed. What a day!! Thanks to my family for making it special.

Stopped in to see Dan and Anjee's new apartment (new to them and also brand new). It made me remember the places Heidi and I have lived in throughout our marriage. We've had a great 13 years together (only 11 of them in marriage). What an honor to chase after God with such a great woman.

And we haven't stopped yet...

Peace,

M@

Fetzer invasion!!!

No, don't run for cover...Fetzer is a good thing! Actually, Fetzer is a great guy!

Jeffry Fetzer Cobb landed at the Furr house about 6 on Friday. It's the first time we've laid eyes on him in about 5 years. It's hard to believe it's been that long...he's never met our children before this weekend.

Fetz was in our wedding, almost 11 years ago. He was a friend that I met in college through my roommate, Don. Fetz and his roommate, Seth, were our eukre wipping boys during our Sophomore year. It was beautiful!

It was great to spend some time with this timeless friend. We've kept in touch, even though not in person much. He's spent time on congressional staff in Washington, DC before heading back to MI and running a local campaign and joining the staff of the guy he got elected. He's learning his way around Lansing in fine fashion. As he grows, matures, and learn the trade, I see him going wherever he wants to in the world of government and politics. You can find out more about him by going to his blog (link on the right).

Today is my last day as a 31 year old. In about an hour, it will be my birthday!!! I'm actually not so big on birthdays. I don't mind them or avoid them, it's just not that big a deal to me.

But as I think about it, birthdays are sort of cool...they come around for everyone. One day a year, a person is celebrated and honored simply because they are. Not too profound...just sort of cool.

Had fun watching the review of Tiger's win at the Old Course in Scotland. I love watching him golf. When he's on...it's pretty amazing.

That's the scoop for now.

Peace,

M@

Dan and Anjee

I just got back to the office after catching a quick drink with Dan and Anjee...they just pulled into town after 3+ days on the road. They got out of Orlando with the storm in their rear view mirror. After a few long days, they've arrived in their new home town.

Dan's mom and dad began the journey with them, helping to load, drive, and unload the trucks. What a gift, I'm sure. Tomorrow they head back to Michigan to explore the world of the retired.

It was good to see Dan and Anjee again. They will be a great fit at Northwest in so many ways. It's clear that God has been guiding this process from the beginning.

I remember back when Heidi and I were young and on the road...wow...if you don't know me, you probably read that and pegged my age at about 106...you're only off by a few. Heidi and I arrived in Hamburg, NY, with a U-Haul and big expectations. We were eager to be a part of God's plan. I hope and pray that Dan and Anjee will fit here as well as we did there (and do here, also).

There are good days full of expectation. There is much and hard work to do, but I sense God's hand on us. It's all for his pleasure...

Welcome home, Dan and Anjee. May you know God's pleasure and peace as you meet new friends and comrades.

Peace,

M@

A few rounds of golf later...

What a week!!

First of all, I want to thank Heidi for making this past week happen. Since we moved to IL, she has made it a priority for me to golf with Rick. She was the one who told me to put a golf trip on the books. And she has been consistent in her admonition to take some time away by myself to get some rest. There may have been times this week in which she doubted her sanity at such a suggestion, but she has remained steadfast in her support and encouragement of me taking this time away. I can't put to words how thankful I am for her gift to me.

I missed my family something fierce. I love them and don't like to be away from them. I missed Libby's intense happiness and Izak's new expressions. I missed tucking him into bed at night and saying a quick prayer before Lowly Worm gets kissed goodnight. And I missed the company of my soul-mate...simply sharing space with Heidi is a treasure that gives me strength.

That being said, it was a great week of rest and play. Here's a quick breakdown...

Monday - drove to Erie, PA and spent some time alone. I love to drive long distances...this was great! Saw War of the Worlds...give it a C-.

Tuesday - drove to Eden, NY to see the Musielaks. Helped Rick put up a swing station in the back yard...kids were very excited about that. Drove past old house...strange. It didn't feel like "home" anymore...guess that's good because it isn't home. Spent the afternoon golfing a wonderful course in the hills of Caturaugus County. Had dinner with Rick and Carrie at Beef-N-Barrell...great food and company!! Connected with Pincosky's (Carrie's folks who life on Whig Street) a few minutes and headed home.

Wednesday - woke up early (like we always did) to head to PA for golf. An hour and a half later, we were in heaven! Round 1 lasted about 3 hours. We learned that in a cart, we still couldn't catch two old guys on foot...lesson: golfing every day is better than renting a cart. Stopped for a dog. Round 2 lasted about four hours. Lesson: two old guys in a cart who have never played the course are slower than two young guys who play it several times a year. Another lesson...an old prostate makes you stop and pee every other hole...not to self...

After golf, we headed back to Eden for a quick bite and then to "beach" volleyball at the Buxton (a crappy bar with no beach-front property, but a big sand-pit in the back). Say several old friends. After volleyball, went to Roadhouse for messy sundaes with the Goble clan. Good friends. Good conversation. Good dessert. Good night.

Thursday - surprised several people by popping in on them. Only a handful of people knew that I would be in town. So I just showed up...saw several friends and the staff at Hamburg Wesleyan. It was great to connect. Then up to the city to touch base with Cerbones and McKwacz's...good to see their faces! Tried to head out of town by noon...yeah right. Left Hamburg about 6pm and drove to Indiana. Got to stop and enjoy a great sunset in Cleaveland...

Friday - slept in. Read. Prayed. Drove to Chicago. Home about 4pm. Back with family...I love my family!!! Took my wife out for dinner for her birthday...HAPPY 34th BIRTHDAY!!!! Thank you, God, for my wife!!!

Saturday - back in the office to try to get my head back in the game. Message written...need to redo the intro...

That was my week. Good friends. Good driving and time alone. My soul is nourished and I am thankful.

I wondered how my heart would respond to being in Hamburg again. It didn't feel like home anymore. It felt very familiar and filled with fond memories and people I love. But it's not home.

Driving up 94, 120, and 83 to Lake Villa...that felt more like home. It's not all the way there, yet (it's only been 5 months), but this is where I belong. It's good to be home.

Peace,

M@

heading out...

Not sure when I'll post next. I'll be golfing with a buddy of mine this week. I head out tomorrow morning and will be gone most of the week.

1. MY WIFE IS INCREDIBLE!!! She knows that some time on the course energizes and re-charges me. She's committed to me so much that she encouraged me to book this trip while she stays home with the kids. Yup...incredible.

2. Rache is here from Hamburg. She was our baby-sitter while we lived there and has come for a visit. Perfect timing...she'll help with the kids while I'm gone.

I'm excited about the week and looking forward to some time away. This will be my first vacation time since moving to IL...and I didn't take much in Hamburg, so I've been running pretty hard. Even just the drive will be good.

Northwest has pulled the trigger on hiring our first worship arts pastor. Dan and Anjee Thorp will be moving here from Orlando in a couple weeks to join the mission. I'm excited about this step and believe that God has been orchestrating this step. It's been fun to be obedient to His leading on this and to see the leadership team step out in faith.

Have a great Independence Day celebration!! Happy Birthday, America!!

M@

follow the link...

Wayne Cordiero is a pastor in HI...I know...suffering for Jesus. Check out this link to his blog...I found it inspiring...

http://enewhope.typepad.com/mentoring_at_a_distance/
2005/04/lessons_from_th.html#comments

Peace,

M@

22 hours...

Yesterday was quite a day. It began about 3 am when I got out of bed and into the van. I drove to West Michigan and was there to enjoy the morning sun on the pier. I miss walking the boardwalk and enjoying the sights and smells of the big lake.

After some great time alone, I popped in on my folks. Startled the shriek right out of my mother...that was fun! Enjoyed touching base with them.

Then I got to have lunch with Branda and Larry, who have been mentors and friends for about 20 years. They have walked with me through so much. It was great to connect, even if it was brief.

Spent some more time with my folks.

Then spent the rest of the evening with Denny, another mentor for the better part of 25 years.

Then I drove home and got into bed again about 2am today.

Why would I do that? It seems sort of crazy.

I did it because of the vital importance that Brenda, Larry, and Denny play in my life (Note: my parents do, too, but I've had the chance to interact with them a few times since moving closer). They love me. They encourage me. They pray for me. And out of that kind of relationship, they speak truth to me...sometimes hard truth. Everyone needs people like this in their life.

After spending a few hours with these people, I had much to chew on and think about. They put their fingers on some areas in my life that I needed them to touch. God speaks through them to bring about his transformation in my life. God also uses his Spirit and my wife and other people. But these people are unique. They are a gift.

It was a day that was 22 hours long. But it was 22 hours that God used to speak into my soul. It could prove to be 22 hours that changed my life.

That's the gift of a mentor. It's not the same gift as a friend, parent, or spouse.

Thank you, God, for Brenda, Larry, and Denny.

M@

quick update...

Here's a brief run-down of what's been going on...

- kitchen floor still a mess. I'm pretty sure we're going to pass on the home insurance thing and just put some more wood flooring down and hope it blends pretty well.
- new fridge...yup...it's not safe to be an appliance in the Furr house. The old one was cranked all the way (using a tone of energy) and only chilling things, not keeping anything cold. That's convenient for scooping ice cream, but not for storing food. Nice, modest new fridge. The stove better stay in line!
- Finished up the second of two weekends in which couples came in as a part of the interview process for the Worshi Arts Pastor position. I'm encouraged and think the process did what I hoped and prayed it would. Should be able to pull the trigger on a decision this week.
- Heidi is a great hostess! She put out a great spread for our guests both weekends. I'm grateful for her.
- Izak has initiate potty training. Frankly, diapers are pretty darn convenient...so I'm not sure Mom and Dad are ready for this. I walked in on him in the bathroom taking his diaper off and trying to stand/pee in the toilet. With a little coaching, he did the business and was quite pleased with himself. I confess that I was sort of proud, too. Amazing how much importance bodily functions have for parents.
- Kevin and I just had a meeting of the Jedi's of the green table. We shot some pool. It was a good time hanging out and talking about the interview process. I actually shot well tonight, which is fun. I topped the evening off by winning 9-ball on the break! I love to win!
- Monday is family day...should be low key.
- Tuesday, I head to Michigan for a day trip. Touching base with my parent, spending time with a mentor, and picking up bunk beds for Izak.
- Thursday, we have a friend from Buffalo coming in for a visit until Sunday.
- Saturday, we have another friend from Buffalo visiting for a week. Some overlap...should be fun.
- Monday, I leave for a golf trip with my friend from Buffalo.

That's the news from Lake Wobegon...

M@

harassed...

My wife was giving me the business about not blogging...she said my blog is starting to look like Kevin Parido's!!! So here's a little update on things...

Last week wasn't what I hoped it would be. That has more to do with my high expectations rather than anything that didn't go right. I expected to get about 2 week's worth of study and preparation work done, while getting in about a week and a half of prayer and listening to God...all in about 3 days, while getting ready for a big interview of potential staff on the weekend. Ok, so i'm a little optimistic...sue me!

But all in all, it was a good week. the change of pace was helpful. Jon and Anders, a dad and son at Northwest, did the message on Sunday morning...it went really well. I'm back on tap this weekend.

I'm going to save my reflections on the staff interview until after a decision is made because we have another candidate for the same position coming into town this weekend. I'm excited to meet the couple and get to know them better. It's pretty cool that God would see fit to bring two great couples across the path of a little church in Mundelein, IL.

One of the things I've been spending a lot of mental energy on these days is what I'll call a spiritual formation process. God works in people's lives. As a church, our role is to help people optimize that work. However, most models that I've observed in churches tend to be mechanical in nature. But people aren't machines, we are growing beings. So I (in partnership with others) have been trying to explore a more "organic" model of ministry in the church. Organic ministry appreciates the dynamic relationship between people and their environments. I can't control people or the decisions they make. But as a leader of a faith community, I can control the environments in which people interact with each other and with God. So how do we, as leaders, cultivate environments that more effectively help people experience life transformation, becoming more like Jesus.

I like a life of purpose. But there's just something about rounding 4 bases that doesn't do it for me (if you don't know what I'm talking about...don't worry about it...it's something to do with a book that's supposed to help church leaders put people through the sausage-machine of the church more efficiently). It's not a static venture we in...the class that impacted people this year, may not do it next year. What happens when everyone goes through all the classes? Do they start again, thinking they may learn something new?

So what's the goal? To get through a series of classes? To acquire a specific knowledge base? How do we know if we win?

I think a great phrase that describes the goal (which I borrowed from Erwin McManus at Mosaic in LA) is:

To become a community that is known by love, walks by faith, and serves as a voice of hope in the world.

Sounds a bit like Jesus, if you ask me. What have you experienced as helpful or not-so-much in your church setting? If you're not in a church setting, what might seem relevant to you as you explore faith in Jesus? Let me know what you think...

M@

change of pace...

It's been quite some time since I had a vacation. Though I probably needed one in February, it's not really possible to step into a new ministry position and then take off for a week. Well...I'm not taking a vacation yet (that will come in July when I do some golfing with Rick), but I am changing things up a bit this week...and I'm excited about it. This week is a reading/study/prayer week. I won't be tackling the administrative stuff at Northwest...it's doing to have to wait until next week. I'm probably not even going to be around the office much. I will go where I can read, pray, listen to God, and write...and being new to the area, I'm not even sure where that will be.

My goals for the week are:

- refresh my spirit
- nail down the conversation series for the next year.
- plan support ministries that tie into the main direction of the conversations
- write a couple of messages in the next series on prayer
- read a fiction book
- read a few other leadership books

No...no vacation here. But the change of pace will be crucial.

Tomorrow is family day!! I love the time with my wife and kids.

I also need to plan this week for the first of two candidates for the position of Worship Arts Pastor at Northwest. Dan and his wife, Anjee, will be flying in on Friday. I've enjoyed my conversations with him and look forward to meeting him and taking this next step in the process. It's my first hire as lead pastor at Northwest, but I'm not nervous. I trust God's guidance during the process and know that we'll make the right decision. I enjoy leading with that kind of confidence...the kind that comes from trusting God's leadership and knowing that I'm tuning in enough to be lead by Him.

Peace,

Matt

24 horus...

Keiffer has his pretty intense 24 hours on Fox. We had a family visit. My family from Michigan came to town to celebrate Libby's one-year birthday with us. It was special of them to make that trip for such a short time. Thanks, Fam!

Plans were going along smoothly until I got a call from my sister that the van had broken down just north of the city. It's been living on borrowed time for the past few months...timing is everything. So my two sisters, 2 nephews, and 1 niece chilled out at a Shell station while my dad and I went down to the rescue.

But God already had things under control. My dad and I drove through a huge rain storm...it was really, really huge. That was sort of funny, because I had just said something like, "At least it isn't raining." Honestly, when I said it, the skies were looking good. Then out of nowhere...bammo.

Because of the rain, another guy got trapped at the Shell station...he was riding home from work on his motorcycle and couldn't believe how the sky just opened up. Do you know where he worked? At the Nissan garage down the street. Do you know what kind of van my sister was driving? Not a Nissan, but a Mercury Villager, which gets its engine from...Nissan. So the guy took a look at the van, diagnosed it (correctly we find out) and was able to help get it started again.

How cool is that? I'm not sure if God arranged the whole storm so that the mechanic would end up at the same gas station, but...He's done crazier things.

Van got fixed. Libby had a party. Izak played his brains out with the cousins. We all ate incredible lasagna that my mother made...yum. Good time had by all.

Then after the family pulled out of the driveway, we hopped in the van to the Norlin home to celebrate Kim's birthday and graduation and Jeff's birthday. It was a good time.

Now...ahhh...that wonderful place in the evening when all is quiet. Sweet quietness...

good night.

m@

Pitt wasn't first...

Heidi and I watched the Brad Pitt interview on ABC last night. No, it wasn't to find out the dish on his ended marriage or to hear about his new movie. We watched to see how a man with the media's attention turned the attention to a huge need in the world. I'm glad I watched.

But Brad Pitt isn't the first guy to leverage his popularity/celebrity/influence to the cause of justice. Check this out...

He has shown all you people what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

Micah 6:8

I've included a banner ad for the One Campaign, which is a collection of organizations and people who are coming together to address issues of AIDS in Africa, extremem poverty, education, and justice. Check it out at the right.

Peace,

Matt

A Year Ago...

A year ago today, I got a phone call during staff meeting. "This is it." My bride of 9 years, who had been experiencing labor for the past couple weeks knew that it was time to have a baby.

About four hours later, I met my baby girl for the first time. She came out like a shot, making her entrance into the world a pretty intense one. And she hasn't taken her foot off the gas yet!

She is a very happy little girl. When she is happy, she is very happy. She is intense emotionally. I love to see her little expressions. She's got the best boo-boo face ever! I love that little girl...

Happy Birthday, little one...

Daddy

off balance...

I read this today on SacredSpace.com...

"Lord, you have...thrown me out of kilter in a way that I found uncomfortable, embarrassing or infuriating: with an accident, an accusation, a change of job, a failure, being bad-mouthed, losing a friend. They are not moments I like to dwell on; but when I do think of them, I can see you there, calling me closer to you. "


Let it be so...

weekend wrap-up...

Saturday evening, Heidi's sister and brother-in-law (Kat and Dave) arrived at Midway. On the way down to the city to get them, Heidi and I made a date of it (thanks, Bonnie)...stopped at Bennihanna's -- Heidi's favorite place! It was a nice time out.

Midway is right in the city. Chicago is a fun city to look at, especially in the evening and night. I love the skyline.

Then it happened...Heidi mentioned the need to get some kind of carpet to protect the wood floors in the kitchen because she kept finding water on the floor. Didn't think too much of it.

then, when I walked in front of the dishwater, I noticed that some water shot up through a little hole (I'm a tad bit heavier than Heidi and was able to get more of a response just by walking by). As I checked it again, sure enough...water was shooting up from beneath the floor. Not good.

I took the bottom off the dishwasher to find a pool of water. Again...not good. It was caught between the hardwood floor and the lenolium that was serving as the moisture shield. Did I mention...not good.

Within hours, the floor was warping and buckling. Oh, it will go be down once it dries. No problem.

Here's the kicker for me. When we moved into the house, we both didn't like the dishwasher...the looks and the sound. But in an attempt to be a good steward of the money God has given us, we decided to wait until it didn't work anymore...we didn't want to act out of discontentment. Hmmm...it may have been the right choice, but looking back...not so sure.

Now we get to buy a new dishwasher (on the way to be installed on Friday)...and a new kitchen floor. the first quote we got to get new flooring made Heidi cry and me go into a somber silence...not good.

I know God will provide. We just need to take another step forward and trust him to care for us. Somewhere in here, he will be faithful. Story to continue...

Tomorrow morning, I get to join with the millions of people driving into Chicago as I take Dave and Kat back to the airport. Should be interesting, no doubt.

Did I mention that the van has been in the shop all day, too? How fun. We get to buy new dishwash, new floor, and drop some cash to get the piece of X of a Dodge repaired...too many times already. Anyway...

Time to move to field and life in a tent...

Peace,

Matt

Truth...

"Truth is more than factual accuracy. It means being in sync with God." - not revealing the source of the quote so as to not bias anyone for or against the notion by associating it with the author.

I think I have stopped short in my understanding of truth. I have stopped at it being factual accuracy. And though accuracy is a part of it, it is not the whole.

John, one of Jesus' closest friends and author of the New Testament book that bears his name, writes that Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth, and the life." (John 14.6, NIV, italics mine).

I've been hung up on that. Though I trust Jesus when he proclaims that he's the truth, I've had a hard time nailing down what that means, exactly. But when I came across the above quote, it begane to make sense to me.

If ultimate truth is that which is in sync with God, then Jesus is declaring that he is in sync with God. As a matter of fact, his statement is a declaration that he is THE picture of what it looks like to be in sync with God, the Father.

Jesus says true things. But beyond that, his life is one that exemplifies truth because it perfectly portrays God. So to live in the truth is to live life in the way that Jesus did, because that most closely brings one into sync with God.

It has a very action-oriented focus. Truth is not simply knowing the right things. Beyond that, truth is to live one's life in sync with God. That has significant implications in many areas: truth-telling, love for others, forgiveness, grace, justice, creation-care, worship, prayer, discipline...

Beyond "What Would Jesus Do?"...we are called to live our lives in sync with the Creator. How do we do that? We sign up and make choices to live in the order of Jesus, who showed us what that kind of life looks like and he also made it possible.


In pursuit of Truth,

M@

weekend in review...

It's been a nice visit with Linda, my mother-in-law. As I've said before, she's the greatest! The biggest challenge has been to get her to simply rest and hang with the gandkids. She's always wanting to help with a project. When you only get to see them once in a while...your project is that little kid running around like a nut and the little girl who's not too far behind! It's been fun to see them interact.

Her arm is doing well. She's a good patient and keeps the wound good and clean. And if it hurts her, she doesn't let on. That's why she's BABS!

We went for a nice family walk this afternoon. Izak pushed the double stroller back from the park (which includes a huge hill to climb) for about a mile. He was pretty insistent on doing it and didn't want any help. So whoever was stearing had to do it so that he didn't notice. When we got home, his little face was read and filled with sweat...he worked hard!

This evening, Grandma played with Izak, Libby went to bed, and Mom and Dad went on a date! I took Heidi to a little pub in Libertyville, which was great! It's nice to catch up together.

As crazy as our life has been the past few months, we've done a pretty good job getting out to reconnect -- probably about 7-8 times in 3 months...not bad considering the situation -- 2 kids, pregnant, new town, new job, etc. We usually just find somewhere to eat at a slow pace and enjoy whatever conversation comes up.

I had Diet Coke with caffeine...thus I'm up writing this blog...

I'm making some good headway on hiring a Worship Arts Pastor/Director. I'm excited about a couple of strong prospects. They will be coming in for visits in the next month...hopefully. I have an overwhelming sense that God is up to some good stuff within the Northwest community...and I get to be a part of it!

that's the scoop for now...

Peace,

M@

Saw it...

Yup...just got back from seeing the latest edition of Star Wars. Lucas should totally make an Episode IV...this one was a great cliff-hanger!

I loved the movie. It's not a feel-good date type movie...definately not "Heidi approved". But I thought it was a very fun movie. Now, I'm not a total Jedi-head; just a dolt who enjoys a movie with good action and a good storyline. I'm not comparing it to any of the books. I don't get too deep into the backgrounds.

So anyway...it's about 1:15 in the morning and need to be functional pertty soon...so off to bed I go.

Peace,

M@

ps - MIL is here safely. Good to see her and spend some time with her. Her dog bite looks pretty good and doesn't seem to bother her much...but she's tough as nails, so even it if hurt, I probably wouldn't notice!

new link...

I just posted a new link to the right. It's to Sacred Space. It's a sight that guides you through prayer in the tradition of the Celts. Though I don't buy it all, it's pretty cool. If you could use a few minutes of sacred space, then have at it!

Peace,

Matt

justice...

That seems to be the theme lately...

Heidi's sister was attacked by an unowned cat (which might have rabies). Someone out there isn't taking care of their cat.

Right after that happened, her mother was attacked by a pit bull while walking her dog in the the neighborhood. The kicker is that the people whose dog attacked her, called the dog into the house, got in their car, and drove away. When Linda begged them to call 911, they said the battery was dead on their phone and then sped off. Just found out that there is no law in Michigan making it illegal for a person to flee the scene of a pet attack when their pet is the one who attacked.

A friend of mine is standing by as the owner of the company where he works is making decisions that don't reflect a value in his employees. Guys who have worked there for decades are getting the shaft in a big way.

The conversation in worship on Sunday was about justice...God's perspective on justice.

True justice is birthed in the heart of God...he is the only one who can mete our perfect justice. But it seems like we only get a small taste of it in this life. There is so much injustice in this world.

There are times when I'm tempted to just take care of it. A little waffle with anti-freeze will take care of the pitbull. A little bad pr in the local news might sway a businessman to watch his back. Driving a '78 chevy pickup so that if you sort of tapped that Lexus that cut you off, you wouldn't mind the dent...and they probably would.

But we're not called to mete our justice...at least not our own brand. I'm reminded in so many ways as I encounter God in the Bible that he does call me to be an agent of justice. But not the punishment and wrath part. He'll cover that base someday in his own timing (and he's the only one who can pull it off perfectly). But my calling is to stand against injustice in this world. That plays itself out in many ways:

- racism. I don't have to face it because I was born to a white family. But I can make choices to stand against it when I see it and live it.

- poverty. Though there are some people who make repeatedly bad choices that put them in a situation of poveryt. But there are also systems in democracy/captialism (as there are in every form of government, so my socialist friends shouldn't get too excited here) that keep people in a posture of dependence. I can stand against that and speak against it. I can speak against rampant materialism and live a life of simplicity so as to give away as much as I can to those who have less.

- sexism. It seems like the more sexually liberated our world becomes, the more sexism raises its ugly head. Men who look down on women and make jokes about them...there's not room for that. Women who demean and manipulate men...it's just as injust as the bias they are competing against.

And I'm sure there are other ways that people around me face injustice. That God would work through me to bring about justice in this world. Sure, it's not the full thing, but in a situation that is just, there's a taste of heaven. And any taste of heaven that I can get...I'm there!

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Just spent dinner with our new friends, the Paridos. Kevin, Sara, and Lukas came to enjoy some grilled burgers. Yum! That was a good time.

Got a nice nap today. We played one-on-one defense with the kids. Libby and Heidi slept while Izak and I ran errands. When we got home, the girls went out and the boys took naps. Though it's fun to all be together, it's nice to get some rest.

This Thursday, Heidi's mom (the dog lady) will be coming for a visit. It will be great to see her.

Peace,

Matt

taking the game seriously...

Big painted bellies and tailgate parties do not set the bar very high for home team loyalty these days. You want team spirit? Head to Italy. Yeah, there we find real fans. Don't like the other team's goalie? Toss a flare at his head. The opposing team's fans getting on your nerves (you know, by using up YOUR oxygen), then heave a chair over the barrier -- yes, the barrier that was put there to keep fans apart because these sorts of things happen...with some regularity!

That doesn't top the list though. If you really want to show your team loyalty, then stab a guy and toss him from the upper balcony! That will show him to wear the other team's t-shirt!

I couldn't believe what I was reading. But here's the real kicker...the article finished by indicating that this is the worst violence that this soccer team has had to deal with...in the past year. Not "ever"..."in the past year."

You think soccer (or futball to the purists) will catch on in the US? Let's hope not...

Have a good weekend.

M@

...as a jaybird...

No, not me...my son. For the past few nights, we've had a different kind of night routine. Many parents sneak into their child's room to check on them before turning in for the night. It's usually just because they love their child and want to make sure they are sleeping okay.

We have to check on him to make sure the little piss-pot has his clothes on! And he doesn't just remove the jammies...he goes all the way to the adamic state. And he's not potty trained. Yes, more than once, Mommy has had to take blankie right away in the morning for a special bath...because of the special bath it got during the night.

What a kid! And when you try to get him dressed again, he just lays here, hands behind his head...with a big goofy grin on his face.

I guess there's something to be said for authenticity...my boy loves to be authentic!

Peace,

M@