Jesus…Stripped of the Insignia of Majesty


Jesus stripped Himself of the insignia of majesty, humbling Himself by dying on the cross…so that we can have LIFE, now and eternally!

All He asks in return is that we strip ourselves of our self-reliant arrogance…and humbly bow before Him…receiving Him as Savior and serving Him as Lord, setting aside our flesh-stained perspective of things in exchange for His perspective…moment by moment throughout our chaotic day.

Now…how difficult could THAT be?!

Blessings to all my family and friends around the country and throughout the world who are seeking God’s Way with all their heart (or ‘desiring’ to seek His way with all their heart)  ~ may we live beyond our spiritual means…equipped and enabled to live by the flow of God’s Spirit within us…for our good and His GLORY!

I remind myself often that God is the One who will finish the work He began in us. May we keep our eyes riveted on our Commander-in-Chief. He never promised us a calm passage through life…but we are ensured a safe and joyful landing!

“And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue His work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.” ~Philippians 1:6

Are We Christian Atheists?


“Love keeps no record of wrong. Bitterness keeps a detailed record.” (From the Christian Atheist by Craig Groeschel)

The Christian Atheist is a book about people who claim to believe in God but live as if they don’t. If we are flying by the seat of our emotions, being critical of others in a demeaning and derogatory way (including our President Obama…ouch!), can we truly claim we are being sourced by the Spirit of God?

There is a vast difference between being judgmental toward a person and being discerning about his or her ways. We must be discerning, but at the final judgment, neither you nor I will be wearing the robe.

“Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.” ~ Colossians 4.6

But this is for Christians…not those who do not claim to have a relationship with God. If it’s not by our actions and the words we speak, how can others know where our allegiance belongs? How will people know how grateful we are for the amazing grace of God in our lives if we’re not living as “Christian” Christians?

Are we who we claim to be? Or are we Christian atheists? I think it’s a question we must be prepared to answer.

My Hollyhock…


I love Hollyhocks! They remind me of growing up on the farm near Otisville, Michigan. They were one of two of my favorite flowers that bloomed near the old farmhouse. My other favorite flower was the Lily of the Valley.

The Hollyhock in the picture was a gift from Rose. It’s just one of many thoughtful things she has done for me, and this gift is one of my very favorites! From what I recall, I only mentioned to Rose in passing that I liked Hollyhocks. Within a couple of days, she gave me one in a small pot.

Rose’s spontaneous thoughtfulness reminds me of the importance of paying attention to the people we love and care about so we will recognize opportunities to please them with a special gift.

I’m not a good gift buyer. Shopping for a random gift makes me sweat—literally. I confess it’s something that makes me feel inept, and a little silly. How hard can it be to buy a gift? But the entire time I’m shopping, my wheels are spinning, and I’m trying to picture that special someone opening first one gift, then another, and trying to imagine the look on their face. That’s why I love giving gift cards and cash.

That is, unless I know of something I’m sure they would like. As much as I dislike random gift shopping, I love to buy gifts that I know will have special meaning to the special people in my life. I know Rose felt something very similar when she gifted me with the precious baby Hollyhock.

So…who do you know that might enjoy a special gift…today? What is their “Hollyhock?” May God help us to be aware of an opportunity to be a blessing to someone today.

Splashingly silly…


This past summer our family camped in Colorado at Vallecito Lake. It’s a place with a couple of features I miss from my home state of Michigan: water, and the color green. My wife Rose and I were hiking along the water’s edge with our son Ryan and his wife Melissa, and our grandkids, Landyn and Braylin. As we were walking along, Landyn, who was 3 years old, tripped and fell into the water. The scene that immediately followed would have gone viral on YouTube if someone had captured it with a camera.

Melissa spun 180 degrees – why, I do not know – and dove into the water backwards–arched back and all. She grabbed little Landyn and clung to him with all her might, determined to save him from drowning. Here’s the good part: We were standing in water that did not quite come up to my knees. As Melissa clung to Landyn, she was actually holding him under the water. I reached down and rescued him from his mother’s grip, and she stood up. She was frantically flailing in the water because she thought Landyn was in over his head.

The whole scene was one of the funniest things I’d ever seen. But then when I started thinking about the lesson I could learn from this experience, I realized I’ve done the same thing, only not in the water. How often do we flail around in our despair because of something we believe that is not true? In most instances, it’s our fear of circumstances, not the circumstances themselves, that take us under.

We all make decisions everyday about what we will choose to believe. The world around us is saturated with lies about what really matters in life. And lies about God, and lies that mock our need to surrender our way for his way. Unless we are standing on the firm foundation of God’s eternal promises, we will waste too much time flailing in the knee-deep water of our own silly imagination. Let this be a “stand up” day!

“In his kindness God called you to share in his eternal glory by means of Christ Jesus. So after you have suffered a little while, he will restore, support, and strengthen you, and he will place you on a firm foundation.” ~ 1 Peter 5:10

Ahhh…the Mountains!


I suppose to some folks, the way Rose and I spent our time together this past weekend might seem a bit strange. After we set up our 5th wheel in the Jemez Mountains, we did absolutely nothing. Nothing, that is, except read and write.

We all have things we enjoy doing…things we gravitate toward when we find some time that has not been committed elsewhere. “Free time,” as we like to call it. Rose and I head for the mountains. Some of you can relate when I tell you the mountains were calling us, and we were excited to answer. The first time Rose brought me to the mountains to hike, a part of me felt as if I had come home. The splendor and majesty is difficult to explain to someone who has not experienced it firsthand.

So as I sit here in the shade of the canopy, writing my thoughts, Rose is sitting next to me clicking away on her laptop too. We pause every now and then to talk about some of the things we’re thinking, and the things we’re writing. And we like to pause just to thank God for the opportunity to enjoy each other—and him—in this way. Times such as these recharge our spirits, enabling us to continue on with the assignments we’ve been given.

I hope you have an opportunity sometime soon to find a special place where you can spend some quiet time, where God can speak to you, and you can hear his voice. And possibly you will want to take a moment to write about the things he’s showing you and teaching you. Rose and I always look forward to hearing about the things God is doing in your life. Thank you for sharing in this journey with us.

What is SEX?


A 2nd grade boy came home from school and asked his dad, “Hey Dad, what is sex.” It was a question the dad knew might pop up. Nevertheless it took him a little off guard. But he was determined to be straightforward with his son, and since the boy was asking, he took in a deep breath…

“Well son, when your mommy and I fell in love and got married, we wanted to have children, so we began having sex. Mommy and Daddy kissed each other and snuggled, and when you get older I’ll tell you more about what happened next.” Since the dad had heard it was always a good thing to make sex answers “age appropriate,” he decided to save the rest of the story for another time.

But when he finished, his son had a perplexed look on his face. Thinking maybe he had said something that upset the boy, Dad asked him if he understood. “Ya, I guess,” the boy mumbled, “but I don’t know how I’m going to write all that in the little box on the summer camp application where it says ‘sex: M or F.'”

This story reminded me of the proverb, “Spouting off before listening to the facts is both shameful and foolish” (Proverbs 18:13). It’s too easy to spout off with the first thing that comes to our mind, only later to discover that we missed the point, sometimes in a big way.

In a phone conversation with Mike Fendley (Family Life Today) a few weeks ago, Mike did something I don’t think I had ever experienced in a conversation. In the middle of a sentence, he paused…long enough that I wondered if he was still there. So I asked him. He told me he was still there, and that he had paused for just a moment to be sure he was saying what the Spirit was leading him to say. As you can imagine, I was all ears. Something within my spirit was quickened in an unusual way as I listened to what Mike was prompted to say. And the conversation produced fruit, like for instance this blog ~ rodandrose.com ~ as a result of Mike’s encouragement to get on with the things God had put in my heart to do.

Apart from the leading of God’s Spirit, much of our “conversation” is nothing more than flapping lips. So we need to be still long enough to understand the need, or the question. And when we respond, let’s be still–and patient–and wait on the leading of the Spirit. Possibly those we  talk with will be able to tell our words are not our own…and may the Lord bless our conversations with the fruit of changed lives that glorify our amazing God.

A “Bucket of Bolts”…


We had our annual Father’s Day auto show at Sagebrush Community Church in Albuquerque last weekend. Nobody really seemed to mind the desert sun that threatened to melt the tires into the asphalt. I watched hundreds of people meander up and down the aisles of driving machines, pausing  for a moment every now and then to get a closer look, munching on hotdogs and sipping soda.

I discovered that every car has a story. The old guys like me went back in time when they recalled their very first car. Some of the guys confessed stories about things that happened in their cars that could have landed them in jail if they’d gotten caught. The stories I enjoyed the most were the “restoration stories.”  I know this is hard to believe unless you’ve seen it with your own eyes, but some guys actually have picture albums of the whole process, much like a mom might have of her babies growing up over the years.

And it seems the more “trashed” the car was at the beginning of the process, the better. Variations of stories like, “Yep, she was nothing but a bucket of bolts when I got my hands on her,” and, “She’d been sittin’ in the barn for 40 years when I first laid eyes on her,” sometimes sprang up when I stopped to admire a particular car. (I’m not really sure why guys refer to cars with the feminine gender, but I think it might have something to do with a guy’s need to rescue his beauty…or something like that.)

As you might imagine, the whole scene made me think of God’s restoration process in my own life. I took my life off track—onto the demolition track of life—and made quite a mess of things. There were times when I felt as though I was irreparable—beyond hope. I know it sounds a little dramatic, but I felt as though I was good for nothing except the junk pile of broken down guys who were twisted and misshapen beyond repair.

But the Original Builder—the One who assembled me in my mother’s womb in the first place—went to work on me. As the guys at the car show would say, God began a frame-off restoration, right down to the foundation of my being. Every nut and bolt was inspected and replaced if necessary. The sheet metal that was banged up or rusted out was made new. And the engine was rebuilt with the finest components possible. Then God set me back on track as a witness to his amazing grace.

Now he has me on a rigorous maintenance program of daily washing with the Word, and refueling by the power of his Spirit at work within me. When I get banged up a little, he immediately goes to work fixing the damage, and restoring the shine to my spirit. And some day when I meet face to face with Jesus—the One who made the restoration possible—a part of me suspects he might have a picture album of my life. The album will remind me how his love transformed a wreck of a man into a guy with some shine that reflects just a hint of the splendor of his Designer.

A guy named “Dad…”


There’s a remarkable guy who lives on a 120 acre farm in the country near Otisville, Michigan. He’s a rare kind of guy, for several reasons.

He was born premature in 1927, weighing just a little over two and a half pounds. His mom kept him warm near the wood burning stove they had in the living quarters in the back of the little grocery store they owned and operated. He got polio when he was a young adult, before the days of vaccines.

Even though he was the baby of the family, he grew up quickly, working hard on his father’s farm from the time he was a kid. He learned to hitch the horses and work the fields at an age when most kids these days are watching cartoons and playing video games.

Since I didn’t know him when he was in high school, I can only make assumptions about what he was like back then…but I assume he was quite the ladies’ man. My assumption is based on the nickname he was given ~ Romeo. Of all the girls that caught his eye, there was a gal by the name of Ruth that captured his heart. Romeo chose Ruth to be his life mate, and to be the mother of his children.

He was eventually hired by Buick to protect the manufacturing plant, and he bought his dad’s 90 acre farm in 1954. When he finished his shift at Buick, he would rush home and change into his other work clothes. There was always lots to do on the farm: 3,000 chickens, 80 sheep, horses and ponies, and acres and acres of strawberries that all needed attention.

But even as remarkable as all his accomplishments are, more impressive is the man behind the accomplishments. I’ve never personally known a man with greater character, or a more consistent walk with God. I’ve never known a man who is more eager to lend a hand to a person in need, with a heart of compassion as big as they come. And no one I know is more eager to set out on a new adventure than this man.

I’ve never known him to lose his cool, or curse, or drink or smoke, or chase other women. He’s never carried a grudge because he’s a peace maker and a problem solver. He’s always looking at the positive side of things. And he encourages others to do the same.

Our world would be a better place if there were more men like this man. Wives would know they are secure in the love of their husband. Children would know their dad has got their back, and there’s nothing they can do that’s too foolish to be forgiven. And his friends would know they can always count on him to pitch in and help with their needs…no matter what.

So, I guess this is a good place to say, “I love you for the man you are, and for being a servant of God. You make me proud to be your son. And you’ve provided an example that keeps me pressing forward in my own journey to become a man of God, and a better husband and father, just like you. I love you Dad…happy Father’s Day!”

For Sale: 1994 Dodge Viper R/T 10


For Sale: 1994 Dodge Viper R/T 10. Original Owner. Red with grey leather interior; A/C; 2nd generation wheels; also includes original wheels and tires; 7,300 miles. Kept in carpeted garage with no natural light. Ready to break out into the light with a new owner!

This is an ad I never imagined writing. My first car was a 1962 Impala SS with a 327 c.i. 4 barrel – red with a white convertible top. I sold it for $300 in 1969. Today it’s probably worth something in the range of $25,000 to $30,000. When I hit my mid-life crisis (make that my mid-life “Chrysler”) shortly after I turned 40, I decided the Viper would be a great car to buy and keep…a good car to have in the garage. It’s been fun to drive and own, but it’s time to let ‘er go. (She really is for sale.)

We all have experienced necessary transitions in our lives as we move through life’s stages. Something that made perfect sense one day makes little sense the next. The concessions we once so desperately needed sometimes seem silly as we enter into a new era of our journey.

I’m at another crisis point in my life where – once again – I’m reevaluating my priorities. And I’m compelled from somewhere deep within my spirit to live a nimble life. It’s a part of stripping down to the things that are most essential.

Possibly I will regret selling the Viper. Time will tell. But there’s a certain kind of pain in every choice we make – letting go of one thing to take hold of something else. Or holding on for dear life to something because of our fear of the unknown.

From my vantage point today, selling the Viper is the right choice. And I will hold on lightly to everything else that is currently under my care – knowing that my possessions are not really mine. All that is truly “mine” is my love for my Lord, and my willingness to allow him to guide me along the path he has chosen for me to follow—today.

Possibly you relate to letting go of something that at one time seemed as though it would always be a part of your life. I would love to hear your story. (Now, please excuse me as I go find a tissue…)

Say WHAT?


My hearing is shot…literally. Several years ago, when I was attending Purdue, a pastor friend of mine, Mick, invited me to shoot his .44 magnum handgun. I’d shot a few guns when I was a kid, and I knew guns were loud. But I was totally unprepared for the .44 magnum. The first shot felt like someone crashed brake rotors against each side of my head. The second shot was worse. The gun powder exploded and sent shock waves that blasted past my eardrums and collided somewhere toward the middle of my head. By the third shot, I felt dizzy and disoriented.

Something inside me told me it would probably be unwise to continue shooting the gun–at least without some type of ear protection. So I told Mick I’d like to use some ear plugs. He told me I didn’t need them, suggesting the ringing would stop “before too long.” At least that’s what I think he said because by now all I could do was read his lips. Since he was my friend (not to mention a man of the cloth) I took his word for it and blasted off a few more rounds for good measure.

The ringing never stopped. Thirty one years ago when Mick told me the ringing would stop before too long, I neglected to quantify “too long.” That’s my fault. And now I miss a lot that’s going on around me because I blew out something important in my ears I needed in order to hear.

Some of us also have spiritual hearing damage that hinders our ability to hear God. Maybe we haven’t blown out our spiritual ear drums, but our hearing has been muffled in other ways. Apparently the people hanging around Jesus when he was teaching here on earth had a hearing problem too. Time and again Jesus made the comment, “He who has ears to hear…”

I believe God is communicating with us all the time. He speaks to us through the beauty of nature, in the midst of our pain, and through the serendipitous experiences of day-to-day life. We have opportunities to “hear” God throughout our day. But too often, we miss the message because we’re too distracted by day-to-day life.

And even if we are tuned in, there’s a difference between hearing the words and grasping truth. We know we are truly hearing when we “get it,” and we know we’re getting it when we’re compelled to align ourselves with the truth we’ve been given. May we have ears to hear – today – that allow us to hear the whisperings of our heavenly Father. And may our lives be changed as we respond to his voice.

“Ears to hear and eyes to see–both are gifts from the LORD.” ~Psalm 20:12

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