Hot Girls Wanted

Ann Voskamp in her blog “A Holy Experience” recently told of the plight of 9 year old girls in Iraq that were being kidnapped, sold as sex slaves and a host of other unmentionables by ISIS. Please see this link for the riveting and heartbreaking firsthand account.
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It’s with a bit of trepidation that I write this blog. And yet, God has been placing the plight of women on my heart quite heavily over the last couple of months…

Tonight I watched a documentary titled, “Hot Girls Wanted” that reveals in a very raw, real, eye opening way the plight of 18 year old American girls who seek out fame and fortune through the billion dollar a year industry of online amateur pornography.
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He Didn’t Let Go…

My friend’s only son lives on the other side of the country.
The son is learning a new trade, a budding occupation, a skill, the ropes by being an apprentice in his desired field.
The son left his home state for this new venture several months ago.
Sure the father and the son talk on the phone, just about every day.
Sure they Facetime now and then.
Sure they exchange emails.
Sure they do a lot of things to keep the connection of Father and Son alive and well.
It’s all good!

But not really…
For the father there is no substitute for being in the physical presence of the one and only son.
The distance can only be erased by a ride on a 757 jet, a Hertz rental car ride and a pulling in the driveway…

The father gets out of the car…
The son quickly moves from the couch to the door,
from the door to the porch,
from the porch to the front step,
from the front step to the driveway..
closing the gap.

With bursting anticipation the father spreads his wingspan wide…
With homesick pride the son imitates the father to perfection…

The embrace is thunderous…
The smile from ear to ear is as wide as the Pacific Ocean…
The longing, loving arms of the father and the son wrap around each other like a vice grip…

The moment lasts a long time.
The Father relaxes his grip…
The Father takes a deep breath…
The reality of the moment is too much…
The father is reduced to tears
The son follows his lead with rivers being created on his strong cheekbones
This is the unconditional love of the father for the son
This is the amazing love of the son for the father

My friend tells me this story…
He’s reduced to tears once again as he says,
“I went to let go of the embrace in the driveway…But my son…my son…

He didn’t let go…He didn’t let go”…

SeeingGodatWorkEveryDay…

I love the Son (Jesus)
The Son loves me…
Many times I have gone to let go of His strong, tender, loving embrace

Hear me loud and clear…

He didn’t let go…He didn’t let go…
And He never will…
And that my dear friends…reduces me to tears

“…for God Himself has said, “I will never, never let go of your hand: I will never never forsake you.” (Hebrews 13. 5)

SeeingGodatWorkEveryDay
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

A Knock on the Door…


A year ago on May 14, 2014 my precious daughter Faith turned nine years old.
I was in Houston, Texas on that day.
Eleven hundred miles away Faith was in Dubuque, Iowa.

Since then the whole family has moved to Houston, Texas.
As I drove away last month to begin my ministry as the pastor of the Mountain View Presbyterian Church in Las Vegas, Nevada, Faith looked at me with her big blue eyes and said, “Daddy, will you call me on my birthday? You know, you weren’t there on my ninth birthday and now you are not going to be here on my tenth birthday.”

She was so matter of fact.
She was going to be in Houston, Texas.
I was going to be in Las Vegas, Nevada.
The fact of the matter was my heart broke at the sound of these words whispering out of her mouth.

I missed her ninth birthday.
I wasn’t about to miss her tenth!

Unbeknownst to Faith I had purchased a ticket to take the “red-eye” to Houston, Texas from Las Vegas.
I boarded the plane at 12:05 am on Wednesday morning.
I arrived in Houston, Texas at 5:24 am.
I jumped into the rental car at 6:03 am and pulled into the driveway of our home at 6:30 am.

I walked up to the front door.
It was locked.
I knocked.
Within ten seconds the door flew open and there she stood…
Faith Louise Dendy…
One day shy of being ten years old…
Her big blue eyes became bigger than blueberry pancakes!

There was that moment, that ever precious moment where reality seems to stop for what seems like an eternity when in reality it is not more than one tenth of a second.
But in that moment…
She recognized
She realized
She reacted
And
Without a word
She raced
Into my arms
Wrapping her barefooted feet around my waist
Enfolding my neck with her long loving arms
Burying her head into my pounding chest!

All I could hear were the muffled sounds of my daughter’s voice through her tears and through her surprise and wonder say over and over and over again…

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

And all of this started with “A Knock on the Door!”

SeeingGodatWorkEveryDay…

I love surprises!
I love being surprised and I love surprising other people!

I have no doubt that I learned this from Jesus.
Jesus is always full of surprises!
You think Lazarus is going to stay dead? Watch this! “Lazarus – Come out!” And guess what? Lazarus comes out of the tomb, alive!  A little stinky…but alive!
You think the wedding reception party of the year is about to come to an abrupt end because the host ran out of wine? Ha!! Jesus turns the sixty gallons of water into the best wine anyone had ever tasted! Party on!!

The list could go on and on.
Perhaps the biggest surprise of all was when I kept hearing this knock on the door of my heart for many years.I finally took the time to open the door to find out what all the ruckus was about and then SURPRISE!!!

There stood Jesus!!
At my door!
Of my heart!!
Wow!!!
It wasn’t even my birthday.
But in a very real way…it was my birthday.
Jesus tells Nico (Most people called him Nicodemus, but I like the nickname of Nico!) that we are invited to be born again. Once Jesus comes into our hearts and into our lives, it’s like starting a new life, a new birth all over again.

Opening the door of my heart and inviting Jesus to be the honored guest and eventual Master of the home of my heart has been the most wonderful surprise of my life!

With Jesus every day is an adventure.
A life of risk…
Decisions of faith…
Moments of mystery…
Never ending curves of learning, growing, and maturing into the person God wants me to be.
Years and years of trusting, counting on and believing that God has an incredible plan for our lives.
Seasons of security, acceptance, and mercy…
Countless opportunities to share, to love, to be loved, to offer grace, to ask for forgiveness and also to bestow forgiveness.
It’s the roller coaster ride of a lifetime…
An eternal lifetime!

And all of this started with “A Knock on the Door!” 

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.”  (Revelation 3. 20)

SeeingGodatWorkEveryDay
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com

Look what Faith made in art class yesterday…A card for me!!
What a beautiful surprise!

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“Julie… Come home!”

“Julie…Come home!”

That was my fifty-two year old friend’s plea to his wife Julie for the last ten days of his life last month.
He was dying a horrific death due to a horrific cancer that horrifically devoured his six foot, GQ chiseled frame until he was barely recognizable with his weight plummeting to double digits.

Peaceful is not the word that would describe his last days.
Piercingly painful would be a better description.
For the remaining family members surrounding his bed their pain was equally piercing with the feeling of utmost helplessness.

My friend’s wife Julie was out of town receiving a job promotion.
My friend would call every day and beg.. “Julie… Come home!”
My friend’s son would call every day and beg…”Mom…Dad is dying. Come home!”

On the tenth day, my friend made one last call to his wife…
“Julie… Come home!”

Julie deliberately stayed away from home…
Julie inexplicably wouldn’t come home..
Julie didn’t come home..

And then…
God called my friend home.
My friend gracefully and quietly obliged, dying in the house he had called home, surrounded by his loving family…minus one.

Seven days later Julie showed up in time for the funeral…

SeeingGodatWorkEveryDay…

May I just offer two words of counsel?

COME HOME!

If that means getting in the car and driving over to a loved one’s home…
If that means swiping open your phone app on your iPhone…
If that means sitting down at a laptop and composing an email…
If that means Facetiming or Skyping…
If that means going “old school” and pulling out a pen and paper with a #10 envelope and a forty-eight cent stamp…

Whatever it means to you, just COME HOME!
Let your loved ones know that you
Treasure them…
Cherish them…
Admire them…
Love them…
Appreciate them…
Forgive them…
Honor them…
Value them…
Adore them…
Remember them…

And maybe, just maybe
by coming home,
the ones who matter most to you will face the day ahead with their hearts bursting with an abundance of love and grace.

If you decide to stay where you are
I would hate for you to live with the haunting words
my friend’s wife has to live with…
“Julie… Come home!”

My prayer is that Julie will come home
And
may you too…

To all of my friends…wherever you may be..how blessed am I to know you and love you and to be known by you and to be loved by you. Each of you make up a piece of the grand puzzle that God has so gracefully designed for me over the last 52 years. I wouldn’t be the same without you! The puzzle is far from complete as more friends will continue to fill in the spaces until the day when the full picture comes into glorious view and God finally says to me, “David…Come home!”

But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.
(1 Corinthians 15. 57-58 ESV)

SeeingGodatWorkEveryDay…
Laugh often and Fear not!
David!

David@seeinggodatworkeveryday.com