Alright it’s time for another new feature here at my lil’ home on the net. The Friday Four is going to be my attempt to post 4 things that are heavy on my heart from the week. Now these might be posts that I’ve read from others, something I’ve listened to, something serious, maybe something funny. Honestly like I said earlier just four things that are heavy on my heart. Why Four? Well someone already had “The Friday Five”!

1.) A Divine Slap In The Face – Perry Noble
Perry wrote a convicting post that I believe any believer especially one with children would be moved by concerning God’s heart for he lost…

However, later on that evening I felt the Lord say to me, “Now you know how I feel about lost people.”

2.) The Church by Elevation Worship “Kingdom Come”

Kingdom Come is the latest Album released by Elevation Church in Charlotte NC, one of the most influential churches in America. I don’t know how else to say this than this song has been on repeat pretty much since the day the CD came out September 7th. With lyrics like:

Verse:
now’s the time for us to rise
and carry hope and let love shine
and show this world that mercy is alive
now’s the time for us to rise
and carry hope to hopeless eyes
and show this world that mercy is alive

Now the whole album is great go get it if you haven’t yet…

3.) A Few Tweets that moved me & why…

heretolead: if you don’t serve, give and invite people to your church, then don’t kid yourself…you are not committed to it. 5:56 PM Sep 10th via web

Here’s the thing, as another Pastor recently put it “The world is waiting for change, God’s people are the change the world is waiting for.” In other words the Local Church is the change that the world is waiting for. Now this isn’t aimed at anyone in particular but it always amazes me how many people have an opinion of the Local Church but how few are willing to submit and get involved. I believe if these people were as committed on the job as they are in church they’d be fired, if they were as committed at home as they are at the church they’d be, well, alone…

OraiaSpeaks: In the middle of nowhere, eating oatmeal on the side of the road & thinking how grateful I am that God is not intimidated by my questions 4:35 PM Sep 11th via mobile web

Right about the time I read this I too was asking God some deep questions, and like my friend Katy said I as well am glad that God isn’t intimidated by what I was asking.

4.) The Other Side – Pastor Judah Smith (The City Church)

Alright time for a little confession, I’ll admit it today I was a little jealous reading all the tweets from a certain Leadership Conference that I didn’t attend in Anderson, SC. And I heard that a fellow Washingtonian named Judah Smith tore it up. I proceeded to read that he preached a message that just might have been preached at his home church a few months back. Although I’m sure it wasn’t exactly the same I needed to hear it. After listening I really understood why I needed to hear it. And that’s about all I can actually say right now (maybe more to say soon, but not today!) Anyways I would strongly suggest that you stop what you’re doing and go take a listen right about now…

Awhile back my wife blogged here after showing her this video:

Today following a great service we read that Zac was healed! The world might say that he lost his battle with cancer and went home to be with the Lord. Yes, he did in fact go home to be with the Lord but I don’t know if that is the best way to put it. You see Zac’s story has not only touched the lives of his family and friends, it didn’t only impact those who worked for him or the people in his church. Zac’s story has touched countless people in numbers that neither he nor his family could ever imagine. His statement “God is still God & God is still good” has become a mantra of our family and we will be forever different because of it. So to say he lost a battle with anything may not be the best way to put it. Yes his wife lost a husband, and his children lost a father & please don’t get me wrong, I feel for his wife and children, my heart goes out to those in his family. But, Heaven gained a man with a faith I dream of having. When we read the news this afternoon our whole family shed some tears as we prayed for them! Our prayer is that God would comfort them and bring peace, but also that this story of faith would continue to touch people all over the world. God give me that kind of faith! The kind of faith that can say with boldness that no matter what “God is still God and God is still good”

It’s that time again in the Anderson household, the time where cold evenings, fresh cut grass, the crack of a bat, the snap of a ball hitting a glove and the smell of a smokey barbecue fills our senses. It’s time for baseball! This year both of our boys are playing. Two different teams, two different leagues, two very different boys and two extremely proud parents.

It’s funny how sometimes it’s the subtle things in life that carry the most weight. Unfortunately they are also often the most overlooked. I have a hard time believing that God is ever really silent, I believe he is constantly shouting his affections for us from the balconies of heaven and that they really would echo through the halls of our lives if we would take the time to slow down and listen. Like I said earlier, I’m learning it’s the subtle things that seem to carry the most weight.

I’m one of the coaches on my oldest son Tre’s team. The other night we found ourselves in a position where we were up 8-7 in a rain soaked, cold game with only two innings left. Our starting pitcher had reached the 75 pitch limit and with no other pitchers available the head coach looked to Tre and asked him to bring it home. My heart sank, he’s never pitched before, in fact he’s never even thrown from the mound. He nervously accepted the challenge, wiped the rain from his hat and took the lonely walk to the mound where he proceeded to blow not only this dad away, but pretty much everyone else. He struck out 5 of the 6 batters he faced and got the save. Everyone was shouting and ran out and greeted him at the mound when it was over. It was an amazing moment for not only him, but for me as his dad. I can honestly say that it was one of the proudest moments I’ve ever had watching the team give him the game ball. He left that night and fell asleep with the biggest smile on his face. Last night we were back out on the field and Tre was tabbed as the starting pitcher against the best team in the league. To say he was nervous would be an understatement & I even more so, lets just say it didn’t end in the same fashion. He did great, but his nerves got to him a little. We lost 9-2, & he blamed himself. No matter what I said that look of disappointment didn’t disappear & there wasn’t a smile this time as he fell asleep.

Normally when we get to his school in the morning he is excited to get out and see his friends yelling I love you as the door slams shut. Today, he didn’t even open the door. I looked back and he apologized to me for his performance on the mound. Talk about ripping your heart out. I did my best to lift this little guy up and assure him of how proud I was of not only his baseball prowess but the man he is becoming. The hardest part was that my words didn’t seem to be penetrating the weight of emotion he was carrying. I got to the office and proceeded to edit some of the pics taken from last night when I saw this…

There I was forced to stare at the look of disappointment again. I began to pray for him, I prayed that he would know just how proud I was and that no matter what happens that nothing would change how I feel about him. That he was my son and that would never change. When I then could hear that subtle voice saying that no matter what I do the Father loves me and that I’m his son and that that would never change. It’s funny in that moment staring at that very picture above, the overwhelming feeling of love that I have towards my son, my God has for me. I began to think of all the times where I’ve felt disappointed and discouraged in myself, feeling the walls of life closing in only now to see that there was the love of a cross holding those walls back. Thank God for subtle lessons.

Just another random thought, well at least that’s what I thought. So, here we are sitting on the verge of celebrating not only one of the most significant nights in the History of mankind, but a life changing weekend for all of humanity but due to the nature of the week I’ve had ,I needed some mind numbing activity.

Then I stumbled on this video…

All I can say, & I know I’m not alone in this. This kid is amazing! There is no doubt about it. Not only is he only 5 & rocking the Ukulele, he’s also doing it to one amazing song.

Yesterday was not just another day, well at least not for me. I suppose you could say that it started out that way. I mean I got up and turned on the stove, prepped the beans and got the french press ready for deployment. Turned on some music opened my bible and dove in. Got to church and had a great time getting things ready and praying with the staff. Church was good and so was life. So I suppose one could say things were pretty normal. And then it happened and I left absolutely wrecked. Pastor Dan gave the altar call and so I came up with the prayer team to pray for those responding. I found myself standing in front of a man with his son holding tightly to his dad’s side.  I prayed for them, I earnestly prayed for this man and his son. I looked around to see who else was still waiting to receive prayer when I felt the need to ask them a question. I looked at this man and his obviously distraught son and asked if there was anything specific I could pray for. He informed me that his whole world had fallen apart. He told me that his wife who was about 10 feet behind him had just been diagnosed with cancer and they didn’t know what they were going to do. They didn’t know how they were gonna pay for treatment. Then he said holding his son and teenage daughter “How am I gonna do this…” as to refer to life without her. I was stunned all the wind had now left my sail. Here I stood with a beautiful healthy family living a dream with a good home and great friends. While in front of me lies a family who’s life seems to be in ruins. I grabbed as many as I could to pray for this family. Not that other people didn’t need prayer or have needs but for me something was happening on the inside, something that I just couldn’t shake. I believe with all my heart that God can heal this woman. I believe with all my heart that God can give this family peace and we prayed for these things. But I found myself wanting nothing more than to try to give this family a little hope. Even if all that meant was knowing for a few minutes they were not alone. Don’t get me wrong we presented Christ, we explained healing, we offered the hope of knowing who He is. The results, who knows. We’ll continue to follow with this family and be there as much as we can.

You see lately I’ve found myself really stirred by this passage in Romans:

Romans 15 (AMP)

¹³May the God of your hope so fill you with all joy and peace in believing [through the experience of your faith] that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound and be overflowing (bubbling over) with hope.

I keep reading this passage and desperately want to see this transpire in my own life. I love how the amplified translation says that through the experience of our faith our God will fill us with all joy and that by the power of the Holy Spirit we may abound and be overflowing or bubbling over with hope. I read this and dream of a life that literally overflows and bubbles over with hope. Where hope just leaks out of our pores. I looked up the definition of hope and was blown away by one in particular:

Hope
a person or thing in which expectations are centered:

Think about it like this, we can overflow with hope (the person in which all expectations are centered). In fact we’re called to. What would it look like if we all lived with Jesus our hope, bubbling out of our lives. What would the lives of those that we come into contact with look like if  He literally spilled out of us on to the hopeless. So like I said I’ve been wrecked…