- Yes, I know it isn't Sunday anymore, but I couldn't get to the computer last night. Both boys had to use it for their homework, so I was left to ponder things in my mind rather than on the blog.
- Last night, I shared the sad news of Ray Boltz coming out earlier this month. This has really bothered me, but it has also reminded me of the urgency of helping people find God. This is serious. This is not a dress rehearsal; it's real life with real needs, real hurts, and a very real answer--Jesus Christ. Let's stay focused on our mission as a church.
- We concluded the series on Parenthood yesterday, but I know there is still much more to learn about parenting from the Bible. Don't be surprised if we come back to this topic next year.
- Last night, I spoke about my dream for Solid Rock. It's not a new dream but I feel like God has just renewed it and expanded it within me. God is still able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine!
- Ten minutes. If you were at last night's service, you know what I'm talking about. Don't forget!
- Lillian is gone on a retreat for a few days. So Joey, Ryan, and I are home alone.
November 13, 1989. 11:30 AM I had just finished my lunch in the teacher's workroom and was walking back to my classroom. I was teaching at San Jacinto Elementary in San Angelo, Texas at the time. Up until then, it had been a typical November day. As I walked past the school office, the door swung open, and a fellow teacher stepped out with a look of concern on her face. She spoke directly to me and said, “Your wife’s on the phone, and it sounds serious.” I ran into the office, took the phone, and heard my wife say, “I don’t know what happened, but your brother is on life support in a hospital in Austin.” Twelve hours later, my father and I were sharing a room in a hotel on I-35 in Austin. My sister-in-law, Sandy, and her six-year-old daughter, Araceli, were in a room across the hall. I hardly slept that night. I would doze off and suddenly wake up to my father crying and calling out my brother’s name. My brother was dead. Osiel had collapsed that morning while his h...
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Pastor, please pray for my brother, Elias. He just left on a ship to Spain. Eventually, he will end up in the Middle East. He will be there for a year.
Oh, Mac was glad to hear you liked the brisket.