I have thought about how to make this blog better – more rounded, more posts, more love. In order to do that, I have asked my good friend, Jason VanDorsten, to join me at Off the Wire.

Jason is a native from the Kentucky backwoods currently living just outside of Washington D.C. Once a writer for the notorious Diesel.Blog, he has now officially been invited to contribute to Off the Wire. By day, Jason serves as a pastoral intern at a church in Reston, VA.  By night, he studies for a MA in Biblical Counseling while hanging out with his two children and lovely wife. He also likes to design stuffLike a banner for your blog. Cheap. 

One of the reasons I asked Jason to join me is due to our personal relationship. For those of you that know me, I am an loud extrovert who is working on subduing my pride. Jason is quieter and slower to speak. He has been known to rebuke me – for which I am thankful. I hope to have an interview with Jason up soon so that you can get to know him better, and see the blessing he is to the church as I do.

My prayer is that you would be encouraged to think and interact at a level that would advance the kingdom in your personal lives and interaction. I know that Jason will provide balance to my posts. We are envisioning some dialogical-type posts as well as substantive posts and resources.  

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  1. Alright JVD! lookin forward to your contributions.

    As a member of Reston Bible Church I’d just like to say how much I appreciate Jason’s hard laboring in serving us, he is a blessing in so many ways to us.

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Returning

Return ArrowLike a long, boring letter or conversation, there’s a tendency to tune out. I pray I haven’t bored you by my long silence. Life has been full of many winding turns over the last year and I am just now getting my feet under me. I am re-thinking and re-tooling my blogging and writing.

I would like for you to enter the conversation and be a part of this part process blog, part resourcing blog, part rumination blog. Would you help me by sending me questions or topics you’d like me to deal with? You can send me an email or make a comment on this post.

I wait. . .

Newtown

If you haven’t heard yet, yesterday marked a dark point in our nation’s history. In Newtown, CT 20 children and 8 adults were shot and killed; all but one victim (the assailant’s mother) were killed at Sandy Creek Elementary School.

 

There are a lot of questions and a lot of grief and a lot of anger as people reflect on the lives of those who were murdered—most of whom were 5-10 years old. I am acutely aware of the sadness and are numb to the fact that evil can and will visit any corner of our globe. Let’s pray for the families who have lost sweet children during this Advent Season. I spent a few extra minutes snuggling with my 6 and 4 year old last night; I’d encourage you to do the same.

 

And in light of Christ’s birth as a child, I was reminded of the horrific events surrounding Christ’s first coming. Matthew tells us in his gospel of such a gruesome action:

Matt. 2:16   Then Herod, when he saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, became furious, and he sent and killed all the male children in Bethlehem and in all that region who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had ascertained from the wise men. 17 Then was fulfilled what was spoken by the prophet Jeremiah:

Matt. 2:18    “A voice was heard in Ramah,

                        weeping and loud lamentation,

                        Rachel weeping for her children;

                        she refused to be comforted, because they are no more.”

 

The one who was supposed to protect the innocent, murdered them due to pride and wickedness in his heart.

As the decibel level increased by the cries of mothers and fathers who saw their children murdered, the wrath of God’s anger increased. Yet we know how the story ends, don’t we? The wrath that we all deserve as murderers of neighbors (by casting an angry eye upon them). Liars. Adulterers. Thieves. Unrighteous. We know that the wrath of God welled up and was poured out upon. . .his Son. Let us never forget the death that Christ died offers hope for all those who have lost hope and cannot be comforted.
May we, with Israel of old, cry out, “Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus. Set all that is wrong to right.”

O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

Samson Society

I have found that the reason so many men struggle with their sin for as long and as intensely as they do is due to their proclivity to hide their failure with others. The Samson Society is a step in the right direction. The answer is not harder more probing questions during accountability. The answer is having a true accountability experience. It is harder to lie to someone who is trying to help me when I know they desire to help me–as opposed to some legalistic necessity in us to check off the list that we are being held accountable.

Check out the Samson Society and the video below.

They are going on a weekend tour that I think would be very challenging. I am planning on going to the one in October.

::48 HOURS OF FRANKNESS TOUR::

1) Atlanta (March 25-26)

2) Austin/San Antonio (April 8-9),

3) Orlando (April 15-16),

4) Eugene, Oregon (May).

5) Richmond, VA (June)

6) Denver (August)

7) St. Louis (September)

8) Philadelphia (September)

9) Louisville (October)

10) Knoxville (November)