DAVID Preview Video!

I have had numerous questions about available video from last weekend’s DAVID show.  Unfortunately, we aren’t going to release the whole thing.  I have committed to perform it for all-for-One Productions in February and we want to save the “rest of the story” until then.  

HOWEVER…

I am going to release a short 11 min teaser from the weekend so you can relive it OR use it as a way to share and invite others to the show in February.  (CLICK HERE FOR TICKET INFO)

Until then, I hope you enjoy this preview video from DAVID!

Performance February 16-18 and 23-25 with all-for-One Productions at the PPG ArtsLab Black Box Theater
300 E Main Street, Fort Wayne, IN.  Ticket info Here!

Spoken-word Psalm 6

I was in the hospital again this week with a friend.  He’s home now and is going to be ok.  I met with another friend over lunch who is struggling with what is happening in his life right now.  Both were struggling so I thought there might be others out there too.

Here is a psalm that I re-wrote for you when you’re tired, hurting, sick or just emotionally worn out.  It was originally written by David because he struggled with the same kinds of things…and he wrote this to God…for himself…for you…

Lord,

don’t hammer me in your anger
    or whoop me in your wrath.
Please have some mercy, Lord, for

I.

am.

tired.

    Heal me, Lord, for my stomach’s on fire.
My soul is delving deep in darkness
    And my heart is a liar.

Turn, Lord, so I can see you;
    save me because of your animating love.
The numb no longer know your name.
    Who praises you while staring at the TV screen?

(Remote control:  click, click, click…)

And here I am worn out from…everything

All night, I sit like a vegetable with arms
    and mumble many mono-syllables.
My eyes grow heavy and hurt;
    and then my nose

starts

to

run.  (snort)

Get behind me, sarcasm,
    (And yeah!, the Lord has seen my selfishness and…that sarcasm too.)
The Lord has heard me “hello?” for help;
    the Lord accepts my pathetic prayer.

All my insecurity will be overwhelmed with holy dreams and sleep;
    as my will repents and prays,

“…the Lord my soul to keep”.

Prayer by Dana Gioia

I discovered this poem and it touched me deeply.  I don’t know the situation or the circumstances that birthed these words, but I resonate with them.  The joining of grief, art, faith, lament, hope…

Echo of the clocktower, footstep
in the alleyway, sweep
of the wind sifting the leaves.

Jeweller of the spiderweb, connoisseur
of autumn’s opulence, blade of lightning
harvesting the sky.

Keeper of the small gate, choreographer
of entrances and exits, midnight
whisper travelling the wires.

Seducer, healer, deity or thief,
I will see you soon enough—
in the shadow of the rainfall,

in the brief violet darkening a sunset—
but until then I pray watch over him
as a mountain guards its covert ore

and the harsh falcon its flightless young.

Cancer and Resurrection

It’s the beginning of April.  This time every year, as we see both snow and 70 degree temps, I am also thinking about something more than Spring Break.

I’m thinking about cancer.

I was diagnosed with cancer on April 5th over 10 years ago.  I remember getting the news from the ER doctor who walked in after my x-ray and blood work.  I had been in chronic pain for over month and was still feeling it’s bite even with a full dose of Vicodin.

“I’m sorry.  This is the part of my job that I don’t like,” the doctor said, “but you have cancer and it’s extensive.”

I was sure at that moment that I was a dead man walking.  The doctor had just said the “C-word”…malignant cancer spreading to my abdomen and wrapping around my right kidney and main artery in an attempt to squeeze the life out of me.  I could envision the surgeon cutting me open during surgery and surveying my internal organs that now looked like a grey gelatinous mass.  “Sew him up and send him home with morphine,” he’d say, “There’s nothing we can do…”

Cancer.  The word feels like a death sentence, because for so many it is.

chemo chair

But I didn’t die then.  In fact, in a couple hours later another doctor walked into the room.  This doctor was an oncologist and she said, “It’s serious, but we can handle this.”  I had faced death and suddenly I was given…hope.

Death and resurrection.  That is the theme for our church this year as we start a new series called “The End and the Beginning”.  This is also a theme for me. Because of what Jesus did?  Yes.  But also because over 10 years ago, I saw death starring me in the face.  Death.  And resurrection.

And that is also the theme of the next week and a half.  We proclaim life, but also death.  Jesus’ death and resurrection.  Our death and resurrection.  That is the story of our faith.

Jesus died.

Jesus rose again.

Jesus will come again.

And because he did.  We will too.

I remember sneaking in the back of the church service during my 12 weeks of chemo.  My hair had fallen out.  My fingers tingled because of nerve damage.  My blood vessels were burned.  I didn’t have enough strength to talk to people, but I wanted to be in church.  I needed to be in church…surrounded by God’s people singing.  And so I would sing with tears in my eyes.  Despite the pain.  Despite the cancer.

I

Would

Sing.

chemo me

And again, that is what we do.  We sing in the face of pain and death.  This is one of the things it means to be a disciple.  We are made new.  We bear His death and resurrection in our bodies and because of that, we sing.  Jesus died and rose again.

So this weekend, we sing.

This is not the end.

We sing.

LET THE MESSAGE OF CHRIST DWELL AMONG YOU RICHLY…SINGING TO GOD WITH GRATITUDE IN YOUR HEARTS. –COLOSSIANS 3:16

The Long Road

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We are still sleep-deprived and happy after the birth of our son.  He was born two weeks ago so I’ve have had a small amount of time (mostly around 3 AM in the morning) to reflect on what God has been up to over the last two years.

When we started this journey, we thought that we would have a baby in a year.  Then, at the end of 2015, we had a meeting with a birth mom and ended up in the hospital with her caring for a baby.  As you know, we didn’t come home with that baby, but also knew that God had other plans.  Later in April, it happened all over again and we began to wonder.  I didn’t say much out loud, but in my spirit I was murmuring and complaining just like the Israelites in the wilderness.  “God, if you loved us so much, why did you place this desire for another baby in our hearts, give us so much support from our community and then leave us to wander around without one for a whole year?  Why?”

It came to a head towards the end of the year when a well meaning person asked about our adoption process.  I explained everything that had happened and that we were still waiting for the “right baby for us”.

“How do you know that this is God’s will for you?” she asked innocently.

At first, I was taken aback, but I stammered an answer about Sara and I praying about it separately and then coming together with the same desire.  I talked about how we had the support of our family, friends and church community.  I also talked about the amazing financial gifts and messages from all over the country that had surprised and overwhelmed us.

But even as I talked, I wondered the same thing.  Had we missed something?

Now that Zion is born and in our home, it’s easier to talk about this journey.  It’s easier to admit that like the Israelites, my tendency is to doubt God.  I am “prone to wander”.  But, I also see God’s grace in taking us around by the long, desert road.

God knew that I would have these doubts so he gave us the story of the Israelites leaving Egypt.  They had just seen God show off his power through the plagues and the death of all the first borns in Egypt.  And yet Moses writes this:

When Pharaoh let the people go, God did not lead them on the road through the Philistine country, though that was shorter.  For God said, ‘If they face war, they might change their minds and return to Egypt.’  So God led the people around by the desert road toward the Red Sea.” -Exodus 13:17-18a NIV

We know how that turns out, don’t we?  God shows up again and parts the Red Sea so the people walk through on dry ground.

What strikes me, is that God knew that the Israelites couldn’t handle the short road so he took them down the long road.  He took them down the road so they could learn to trust and wait on the Lord.  He took them down the long road so they could learn again and again that he would never leave them or forsake them.  The took them down the long road so they could truly see His glory and learn his direction for their lives.  He took them down the long road because they weren’t ready…

And I wasn’t ready.

It was God’s grace and mercy that he made us wait 2+ years for this little boy.

It was God’s grace that he led us around by the long road.

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**Photo credits go to Abbie Phillips Pebble of Delivering Memories {Photography}.  She is our cousin and offered to take these amazing photos of our little man.  Thank you, Abbie!

 

 

 

Are You Excited?

“Are You Excited?”

I don’t know how to answer that question.

…And I wonder if the people I talk to are more excited about our adoption than I am.  Or at least, that’s what you might think based on my reaction to this question.  It’s been such a long wait for us (2 years since we started the paperwork!) so lots of people are excited about the possibility of the Wards having a baby any day now.

Sidenote:  we are matched with a birthmom and she is due any day now…thus the excitement!

But for our family, we’ve been through a year of 3 failed adoptions.  We’ve been in the room for the C-section, blood on the floor, and walked away with nothing.  We’ve taken care of two babies in the hospital, changed diapers and rocked them to sleep, and walked away with nothing.  We’ve changed car tires in the rain, for one our birth-moms, and walked away with nothing.

Or you would think we had nothing if you didn’t step back and see God’s hand at work in our lives.

This past year has been incredibly hard, but we’ve learned the wisdom of waiting on the Lord.

This week, my daughter brought home a bible verse to memorize.  It comes from Isaiah 40.  She only has to memorize the last verse, but reading the larger passage myself I found it to be a message from the Lord…

Do you not know? Have you not heard?
The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth
does not become tired or grow weary;
There is no searching of His understanding. [How soon I forget…]

He gives strength to the weary,
And to him who has no might, He increases power.

Even youths grow weary and tired,
And vigorous young men stumble badly, [And I’m not as young as I used to be!]

But those who wait for the Lord [who expect, look for, and hope in Him]
Will gain new strength and renew their power;
They will lift up their wings [and rise up, closer to God] like eagles [rising toward the sun];
They will run and not become weary,
They will walk and not grow tired. -Isaiah 40:27-31 AMP

It would be easy to look at our family and assume that we’ve survived a year of “nothing”, but the opposite is true.  We have been tired and weary.  We have been searching for understanding.  But through expecting, looking and hoping we are seeing the LORD work…we are rising on wings like eagles…closer to our God.

And who knows…maybe we’ll have a baby soon!

A Messy Peace

Peace.

I hear the word sung in Christmas carols.  I read it in Christmas cards.  It was even proclaimed by the angels at Jesus’ birth.  They shouted, “Peace on earth,” didn’t they?  But with all this peace talk, why do we see so much conflict around us?

Why does my life seem frantic and restless?

Why does the peace of God seem so far away?

When you boil it all down, that’s what it comes down to, doesn’t it?  God seems distant from our lives here on earth.  We don’t know at what point we became numb, but we know deep in our hearts, that the aliveness in God that we once had is gone.  Our lives seem empty, peace-LESS.

And THEN…

And then, God breaks through into our lives through the power of His spirit.  It is in these surprising moments of new life, new relationships and new conversations that we experience Advent.  As author Robert E Webber writes,

“ADVENT IS THE TIME WHEN GOD BREAKS IN ON US WITH NEW SURPRISES AND TOUCHES US WITH A RENEWING AND RESTORING POWER TO BRING US PEACE.”

But how?  HOW do we get to the point of real power?  I don’t have a specific answer for you.

As I think about Mary and Joseph on that holy night so long ago, it seems like a chaotic situation.  A young couple is away from home.  No hotel.  The woman  gives birth in a cave with animals standing around.  Later, shepherds show up to marvel and worship.  If this isn’t God’s peace in the middle of a messy and surprising situation, I don’t know what is!

As some of you know, we are in a new relationship with a birth mom.  She is in a chaotic situation that reminds of Mary and Joseph.  She is expecting a new baby in January.  As we get to know her, I am learning to live God’s peace in the middle of chaos.  God’s peace doesn’t always look like a Christmas card…sometimes it’s a messy peace.

So I don’t have answer for you.  I don’t know how this will happen for you.  It might be a person who gives you a new perspective, like it is for me.  Or, it might mean that you sit down and make a list of all the things you are doing and ask a couple questions:

  • Is that activity making you crazy?
  • Is it pushing you towards God or away from Him?
  • Pray over your list.  What guidance is God giving you?

Another way of processing is to find music that helps you focus on the peace of God breaking through…songs that lead you to better understand his peace.  For me this year, that song is “Gloria” by Josh Garrels.  The song reminds me that the story of God coming to earth is “ancient, but never old”.  It speaks of our new life and hope in Christ.  The surprising soul sound reminds me that God breaks in on us.  Not only that, the song ends with musical chaos that resolves to a simple peace. (video below)

Vs1: Here the sound of bells ring
In the cold night air we sing
Songs of joy, peace, and love
Say goodnight and journey home
Through the leafless woods alone
Silence in the snow is like a dream

Pre Ch: Diamonds on the hills reflect the thrill
Of all the glory that has fallen to the earth
All of life’s surrendering
To the death that winter brings
In hope of new life

Ch: On this holy night
Holy night
We remember Christ

Vs2: Come in from the cold
Come and rest your soul
Join us by the fire
Tonight the stories told
Ancient but never old
Of when the Savior came

Pre Ch: All the angels sang
Peace on earth good will to men
A child has been born
And all of us are suffering
Beneath the weight of death and sin
In hope of new life
All our hopes made good in Christ

Let us live in the messy peace of new hope and life…

Adoption Psalm 126

It was about this time last year that we were meeting with a birth mom and hoping we would have a baby in our home for Christmas.  As I think you know, that didn’t happen.

And here we are a year later.

It’s easy to wonder what God has planned for us, but instead I’m trying to actively thank God for this time of waiting.  One way I can do that is in prayer.

“Thank you Lord, for making us wait for this baby.  We want the right baby for us.  And we will wait on You, Lord…”

But until that happens, I can also rewrite psalms to help insert myself into God’s story.  In the same way the psalmists waited for the Lord, I will wait.  In the same way Christians have waited for millennia, I will wait.  So here is my Adoption Psalm 126…until our baby comes home…

When the Lord first brought us a baby,
    it was like living in a dream.
Our mouths bubbled with laughter,
    and we couldn’t stop singing.
All of the email (pre-Facebook) notes said,
    “God has done great things for you.”
The Lord had done great things for us,
    and we were filled with joy.

Bring us another baby now, Lord,
    like you did over a decade ago.
We who have cried tears
    will sing with songs of joy.
We who have been weeping,
    carrying nothing but memories in our arms,
will return with lullabies of love,
    carrying newborns in them.

If Christians are to witness to God’s mission to restore the world, to recover the Garden, to establish once again the communion of God’s creatures within the communion and fellowship of the triune God, then we must know the narrative, proclaim it and live it—to the death if necessary.

-Robert E. Webber, Who Gets to Narrate the World? Contending for the Christian Story in an Age of Rivals