The past 3 days I spent part of my vacation riding in the North Georgia mountains, motorcycle riding with 2 old high school friends, Lyle & Jimmy. We get our families together every summer and every Christmas holiday, and have long talked about doing a road trip together. We met up at Jimmy's house in Alpharetta Sunday at 2pm, then took country roads up the state to Hiawassee, up near the state line. Jimmy's dad has a mountaintop cottage there, and I definitely fell in love with Hiawassee. It is a beautiful mountain town, on the shores of Lake Chatuge, a beautiful mountain lake. I want to live there someday!
We got up Monday morning and took off, following tranquil, scenic country roads over mountains and through valleys. The weather was sunny, breezy, & cool- perfect riding conditions. I always love riding up in the mountains- it seems to untangle my mind & heart. I worship Christ while I ride- so much beauty to behold. We rode & rode & rode...
Then Lyle's bike broke down. Late in the day, on our way back to town for a supper break, the bike just died at a stop sign. Nothing we could do kept it running. We roll-started it down a couple of hills, pushed it across a parking lot in town, and finally got it up to the cottage, coughing and hacking all the way. We never got it started again. Bummer...
Tuesday we got up late, cooked breakfast, cleaned the place up, then packed for home. Sadly, we were going back one bike short- we had to leave Lyle's bike behind at the cottage. Lyle rode with Jimmy for the first half of the trip home, and with me the last half. Kinda awkward, but we had to get him home!
We stopped up at an overlook on Hwy.9, where the Appalachian Trail crossed the road, outside of Dahlonega. We walked some of the Trail, just to say we did, and found a wild apple tree near the parking lot. The apples were small & red, and delicious. We kept to the country roads all the way back to Jimmy's house, arriving by 7pm.
Although the ride was cut somewhat short by a broken bike, it was still worth the time spent with old friends.
The older we get, the busier our lives get, the more intentional we have to be about keeping our friendships strong. I'm glad Lyle, Jimmy & I have stayed close friends over the years. Any time we can get together is time well spent.

Today I finished a study I've been doing since April, called "Walking With God" by John Eldredge. I took a walk down the driveway, enjoying the sunshine & cool Sept. breezes. As I got near the end, I looked up and was stopped in my tracks. Up & ahead of me, hanging in the noon sky, was the moon! I think I even said aloud, "The moon is up!" The moon at noon! It was unusual, and beautiful. How many people even noticed it, the moon so visible in the light of day, as they went about their busy day? It was a pleasant surprise for me to see.
Life is full of little pleasant surprises, little gifts from God to our hearts. God didn't speak anything deep or profound to me at the end of the driveway, He just gave me a gift. A pleasant surprise, simply to say, "Enjoy." Another of the many things I love about my Heavenly Father.

Today I had the great honor of participating in two 9-11 memorial services, as a chaplain & speaker. I was invited by the Red Knights motorcycle club, made up of fire fighters, to ride along with them in their annual "Ride to Remember 9-11" motorcycle event, and speak at ceremonies in Lawrenceville's Gwinnett Justice bldg & the GPSTC in Forsyth.
Several of the Spirit Riders rode with me, and the Gwinnett event featured color guards from the police & fire depts, and short speeches by the Gwinnett fire marshall & myself. It was very humbling for me to speak and participate in this, made more meaningful by the presence of the mother of Lcpl Stephen Johnston, USMC, killed in Iraq in Oct. 2006. The Johnston family are Hebron members, and I spent much time with them when they got word of Stephen's death 2 years ago. Mrs. Johnston came up to me before the ceremony, and handed me a camo bandana with Psalm 91 printed on it, saying, "This was one of his bandanas, that he would wear under his helmet. We would like you to carry it with you today in the ceremonies and on the ride. You can wear it under your helmet too, if you like." It deeply moved me, and I told the audience about Stephen in my message. And I wore the bandana under my helmet.
35 bikes saddled up and rode in the HOV lane down I-85 to Clayton Harley Davidson for a break, then on to Forsyth. *Funny aside- at about 11:55am, I and two of our guys went back inside the H-D building for a quick sip of coffee, only to come back out to an empty lot- they'd left without us! We took off on I-75 south, blasting down the interstate to catch up. We caught them all 20 min. down the road, and fell back in formation. Imagine that- they left behind one of their keynote speakers!!
The ceremony at the Georgia Public Safety Training Center in Forsyth was similar, with a fire dept. color guard, a fire service speaker, and myself. At both ceremonies, I related how, in the same way our public servants put themselves in harms way to rescue, liberate, and protect our people, Jesus Christ entered a world in turmol & chaos to save us from sin & evil, self-sacrificially.
A very solumn and reverent event, both places.
We rode back up country roads, through Monticello, Mansfield, Social Circle, and Monroe. The weather was cool & partly sunny, the surrounding countyside both calming & breathtaking. The perfect way to conclude a wonderful, tiring, humbling, day of remembrance & reflection.
May we never forget- the sacrifices of our public servants, and ultimately, our Savior Jesus Christ.
Rob

I turned 45 today.
I remember when I was younger, and my parents were in their mid-forties. I thought they were sooo old! Now, it doesn't seem so bad to me. I still have all of my hair, it still has most of its color, I still have good health- in fact, I feel half my age...well, most of the time. Everyone says I look young, I dress young, and I act young (I hope that's a good thing). I feel young, truth be known.
My staff took me out to lunch today, and gave me funny cards about the benefits & troubles with aging, and we had a great time munching on chips at a Mex diner. Lisa & the girls fixed me dinner & dessert this evening, then gave me their gifts- a small home theater system for the basement, and a cool reclining couch. Sunday football, here I come!
Many friends & family called, emailed, or text-messaged their best wishes, and it was great hearing from everyone. Its been a pretty good day, considering I'm now 45.
The only thing that unnerves me about 45 is- its 5 short years to 50. Half a century old. 2003 was just 5 years ago, and it seems like yesterday. 50 will be here before I know it. That's sobering. Time marches on...
I know my days have been marked out for me, and my times are in His hands. So whether I have another 45 years, or just a few more, I want them to count- for Christ, and for those around me.
And I wouldn't mind keeping my hair & health a little longer, as well...
Rob

The other day, Ansley & I went for a motorcycle ride. We passed by an old, small church building, with a message sign out by the roadside. This is what the sign said-

"The weather never changes in hell"
- Friendship Baptist Church

I found the words on that sign ironic. A church with such a friendly name, yet such a cold-hearted message. I find it sad that this message is what everyone driving by this church will judge those people by... and some will judge the rest of Christianity by that message as well. So much for "Friendship"...
Its not that the message is untrue- The Bible has much to say about hell, as much as it does about Heaven. But that's not the point. If that's all people see or hear of the message of Christ, it certainly is grossly inadequate. So often, the media portrays Christians as ignorant, narrow-minded, and mean-spirited. When messages like that sign are what people see, it feeds that false stereotype. I'm sure the people in that church are sweet, kind, and generous. Sadly, most people will never know that about those people- or the rest of us.
People in churches that display messages like that must think they are being real clever... me, as a Christ-follower who wants people to see & hear the life & love of Jesus in me, I find that sign message offensive. I certainly don't envision anyone seeing that sign, turning in, bursting in the door, and begging someone to tell them about Jesus Christ. BTW- I've never even seen anyone there, even if someone did stop in for help.
We have the greatest message in the history of the universe- salvation, forgiveness, & and restoration found in Jesus Christ. We must be so careful to present the whole Gospel, especially in our own lives. I want my life- my words, my actions, my attitudes, etc.- to attract people to Jesus Christ, not give them more reasons to scorn.
"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good deeds, and glorify your Father in Heaven."- Jesus

Tonight I rode with the Spirit Riders to join Chaplain Terry Buice for a service with the inmates of I. W. Davis Prison up in Jefferson. I didn't really feel like going, but I'm glad I did. We rode up to Jefferson, ate at Mike's Grill, then on to the prison. We were joined there by Terry and the pastor & members of Martin Baptist Church. Little did we know what would happen this evening.
We greeted each inmate as he came in the meeting room, as the small Martin choir warmed up. When all the inmates were in, about 60 in all, the choir began with 3 songs they had prepared. The inmates sat quietly, listening, until the choir leader invited the men to join them in a few songs. We sang "I'll Fly Away", "Amazing Grace", and a couple of others. The inmates began to sing louder and louder, totally throwing themselves into the worship. The Martin pastor spoke on Philippians 3, having a passion for Christ instead of the things that drag us down. Terry concluded by giving men an opportunity to come forward to give their lives to Christ, and 17 men walked to the front. We each took a few of them and helped them trust Christ, and it was a precious time, praying with each of these men.
Terry had prepared a portable baptism pool out in the yard, and as the last of the sun's light left the sky, all of us, the church group, and the inmates gathered around as we baptized all 17 right then and there. I got to baptize several myself, which was a huge honor for me. Everyone clapped and cheered for each man as he came up out of the water, and when we were all done, we gathered around them all, laid hands on them, and prayed over them. We concluded out in the yard, in the dark by now, singing "Amazing Grace" one last time. Amid hugs and handshakes, the inmates filed back to their dorms, and we readied for home, riding back by the light of a full moon.
Terry had informed us earlier that the state was closing this prison, and within a month all these inmates would be sent to other institutions across the state. That knowledge made what happened there tonight all the more special. We really experienced God's Spirit & love tonight, and our prayer is that the men of I. W. Davis will carry this not only to wherever they go next, but the rest of their lives. May they go on and walk with Christ, all the days of their lives.
"I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will carry it to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6
Rob

I've been reading John Eldredge's book, Walking With God. In one of the sections, he challenges the reader to ask God 2 questions-
Lord, how do I think I am doing?
Lord, how do you think I am doing?
So often, his point was, how we see ourselves is vastly different than the way God sees us, and wants us to see ourselves.
Anyway, I asked God those 2 questions, and kept getting distracted every morning, so I kept returning to those questions for several days. When you ask God a question, He will answer, in His time, in His way. Stay with Him.
Last Friday I went for a motorcycle ride (as I often do), and God spoke to me while riding (as He often does). John had written the phrase that came to describe his answer to the 1st question was, "Just barely", and that's how I've felt. Just barely doing well, as a husband, a father, a friend, a minister, a child of God's. So easily distracted, so easily tripped up. "Just barely" fit how I saw myself.
Riding some back road outside Rutledge, Ga., God spoke to my heart, "You are mine, and you are loved." He continued- "That was the wrong question for you. Its not about doing, its about being. Its not about performance, its about position. You are mine, and you are loved." Simple truth, I've known these for years, but it was so good hearing from my Father personally on this. My position is secure, as His beloved son. The "being" is just that- Being in His hands, in His presence, in His plan. The doing grows out of the being.
That night, I found myself in Jeremiah 31:3- "I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have drawn you with lovingkindness."
Rob

We took a bunch of our graduated 5th graders on our annual "5th Grade Adventure Trip." We took 51 kids & parents to the Lost Sea Caverns in Tenn., and then to Outland Expeditions for rafting on the Ocoee River. The rafting was a new addition this year, and it was a huge hit. We'll definitely keep that element in the yearly trip!
This trip is so important for our kids, on many levels. Not only is it just pure adventure & fun one last time with our 5th graders before they move up to middle school- we use it to accomplish some things in their lives. Its an opportunity to help them build & strengthen relationships with each other as they prepare for a whole new chapter of their lives. Its also a chance for parents to share the adventure with them, which cements that important bond as well. Many parents went on the trip this year, which I was glad for. They also face some of their fears and insecurities, as they crawl through the caverns and ride the raging river together. For both boys & girls, conquering these things is a huge confidence-builder, and for the boys, it goes further- its the beginning of initiation into young manhood. We also hold a couple of short Bible studies on the trip, to speak one more time into their lives the Biblical truths we've been teaching them over the 6 years they have been with us, and prepare them for adolescence.
Its a huge pleasure & privilege for me to help parents raise their kids to know, love, and follow Christ & His Word. I pray the experiences we have shared together, not only on this trip, but over their years in our ministry, will shape their lives and set their direction for all eternity.
Rob

Yesterday I began my work week the way I do every day- breakfast and some time in God's Word. Unsure where to begin, I simply prayed, "Father, what would you have me read?" I felt the gentle impression, "Psalm 91." As I turned there, I remembered that my mom & dad pray verse 11 every time they ride their motorcycle, and they pray that for me as well. In fact, I pray that verse now myself!
Anyway, I read the whole chapter (its not that long), but kept coming back to the first verse-
"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty."
I found myself contemplating that verse the rest of the day, and returned to it this morning. Why this verse? And what is it saying to me? I began to break down the meaning of the words in it, and this is what it spoke to me-
"The one who fully lives under the covering and safety of the Father, will stay intimately connected and protected under the shadow of His presence."
The image of being a little kid, holding the hand of my dad, walking and talking together, his shadow shielding me from the sun, and feeling secure in his presence, came to mind in this verse and its meaning. I felt this same presence and assurance, only deeper, in my soul, with God this morning. My Father is still watching over me, still covering me, still walking with me, even though I so often, like a little kid, want to squirm away and run to other things. Yet deep in my heart, my desire is to dwell in His shelter, abide in His shadow. May that be the definition and direction of my life.
Rob

Last night a powerful thunderstorm came through our area, with torrential rain, high winds, and an incredible display of lightning. After the worst of the storm passed on through, and the rains had subsided, I felt the urge to go for my nightly run. There were still lightning flashes off in the distance, in front of and behind me. As I ran, the night would constantly light up, but the lightning was far enough away that I felt no fear. In fact, it was a rather transcendent moment, feeling both solitude out in the night, and the presence of God in the storm. It was beautiful.
I began to feel like the things that so knot me up inside- the sins I struggle with, the conflicts I face, the worries & concerns that occupy my mind- really seem kinda small, out here in this glorious display of power, light, and beauty. I get weighted down so easily, I lose sight of the glory of God all around me, and most important, within me. God says, "Lift up your eyes, and focus on Me. I am in the storm, and in your heart." I find great comfort and peace in that.
"The heavens declare the glory of God, the skies proclaim the works of His hands." Psalm 19:1
I want my life to declare and proclaim Him as well.
Rob

Last week we got away for some much-needed rest after VBC. We spent the week in Perdido Key, FL., soaking up the sun, swimming in the surf, and having fun with friends who came down with us. We hunted ghost crabs at night, collected shells and sea critters by day, and experienced a full moon over the ocean for several nights. So much beauty, so little time...
Each day, the surf conditions were different. One day, there would be clumps of seaweed full of tiny crabs, sea horses, and colorful fish; another day, the surf would be calm, and the floor full of hermit crabs, starfish & sand dollars. Every day was different, like an entirely different ocean. I would go for a run down the beach every night, by the light of the moon, with the sand cool & wet beneath my feet. I felt the warm presence of God in everything, from the tiniest creatures in the water, to the calm beauty of the moon reflecting over the waves.
I hear some say that they don't see God in anything of this world. I don't understand that. I see Him in everything around me. I guess if you are not looking for Him, or don't want to find Him, you won't. But if you turn your heart to Him, tune in to Him, you will find Him. He says, "If you seek Me, you will find Me, if you seek Me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:13
Everywhere I go, Lord, I see You.
Rob

Last night we finished the longest, most exhausting, most gigantic, most exciting event I've ever led in my life. Our "Amazing Space" Vacation Bible Camp ended last evening with a "Open House/VBC Celebration" night. We had approximately 3000 kids and parents attend, and it was a fitting end to a fantastic week.
We averaged 2650 in attendance for the week, nearly 1000 more than previous VBS years. The week saw 167 kids trust Jesus Christ as their Savior & Lord, at least that we have a record of. Not only am I excited about the huge numbers of kids who attended, but even more about these kids who trusted Christ. To top it off, this was truly a church-wide effort. Like "Christmas On The Corner", every ministry of the church jumped in and led a specific part of the week, and did it will all their hearts. There was a level of cooperation and togetherness that we need more of, in our church and in the family of God in general.
When it came to an end last night, and we had finished cleaning up(which was around 10pm), I stepped back, looked over the church campus, and felt both relief and sadness. Relief, because the week was over. Sadness, because the week was over. I have so many memories of the week, I think I'll always cherish this event and the lives that were reached and changed during it.
God is doing some new things at Hebron, and its an exciting time to be here.
Rob

The other day in my morning prayer and reading time, I was having difficulty staying focused- so much was swirling through my mind, weighing on my heart. The summer is here, all our big events are now staring me in the face- will we be ready? I've got a million things to do...
I thought of my girls- it seems we have so little time to talk these days, much less about spiritual things. I feel I have no spiritual influence with them anymore. Will they walk with God through high school and now college? Or will they walk away? I worry so often...
I set everything down, closed my eyes, and just prayed, "Father, what do You have for me today? What do I need to hear from You? What do I need from You?"
After a moment, He spoke very clearly into my heart:
"Peace"
"Yes Father, That's exactly what I need. Peace. I've had none lately. Teach me about Your peace, enable me to walk in Your peace."
The next morning, He wasn't through with me. I felt a leading to look up some Bible verses about peace, and soon found myself in Philippians 4:6-7,
"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and petitions with thanksgiving make your requests known to God. And the peace of God, which passes all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus."
Wow- That is exactly what I've been needing. I spend my time worrying over things in my family, my work, my life, our world...I have not had peace. If I'll spend more time talking to God about it all, less time fretting, He will give an indescribable peace, which will guard my heart and mind.
Peace of mind & heart- I need it, only He can give it.
Rob

This past Saturday, Ansley graduated from high school. Its been an exciting, crazy, emotion-filled weekend. As we watched her walk forward, heard her name called, and she received her diploma, my mind went back 13 years to her first day of kindergarten. I recall taking her picture as she prepared to hop in the van with Lisa, and head off to her 1st day of school. I remember thinking about all the years ahead for her, and now I sat there, 13 years later, watching those years come to a close. A chapter of her life is closing, and a new one is about to be written. As it is for our family, as well. I sat there, watching her from afar, full of pride, nostalgia, and even a little sadness. She is preparing to enter college, young adulthood, and the wide world before her. She's not a little girl anymore...and yet, she'll always be my little girl. I sat there praying for her, wondering if we had done enough over the years, hoping she will remember all we had tried to instill in her life, and God reminded me, "She will. I gave her to you, you committed her back to Me as a child, and she's in My hands."
Her future is bright- she is brilliant, beautiful, and motivated. And she is God's. I am grateful to be her earthly father. And she will always be my little girl.
Rob

I've been really feeling my age lately, and I don't like it. Since 2008 began, I've had one thing after another go wrong physically, it seems. Abdominal pains and sickness the first few months, neck and upper back problems that have caused fever headaches and migraines, physical therapy now for degenerative disks that have been discovered in my neck, and now I'm getting bronchitis! I just can't win.
I was hospital visiting last week, and on 2 different occasions patients told me, "You have teenage daughters? You don't look older than 24!" Although I was flattered by their compliments, I felt like saying, "Yeah? But I feel like 64."
Not only that, my motorcycle is over 10 years old, and has over 33k miles on it. Things are starting to break down with it as well- ignition switch went out, front fork is leaking (that's a big job), lights are not working right, all the fluids, filters, and plugs need replacing....I'm feeling a kinship with this old bike.
God has used all this to remind me how fleeting & fragile things of this life are. Health is short-lived, and all things begin to break down over time. But its good to know that God will make all things new for us one day. I'll get a new body- with "unlimited miles, unlimited warranty". The older I get, I more I place my hope in this promise-
"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day." 2 Corinthians 4:16
Rich Mullins called it, "Growing Young." That's what I want for my heart in Christ, even as the outward man eventually fails.
Rob

Over the weekend I had the opportunity to attend a high school class reunion/cookout, back in Fayette. It was actually a combination of classes, namely '81 (my year), '82 and '83. I rode down and met my life-long friend Lyle, and we rode out to the location together. It was a great night of seeing and catching up with old friends. I'm always amazed at the stories I hear, of the things that have happened in so many lives since our last reunion. Some are on their 2nd or even 3rd marriage, acting excited and hopeful for better days ahead. Some who married right out of high school, whom no one thought would ever make it, have actually defied the odds and stayed together and stayed in love across the years. That was a very encouraging thing to see. So many of us have kids that are now graduating, and we wonder, "Wow- are we really getting that old??" Some that I didn't know too well in school I've come to know better, like the captain of the cheerleading squad who along with raising 3 kids of her own, has adopted the 2 children of her drug addict brother. As she told me about it all, I saw the pain and sadness in her eyes, yet I marvelled at the courage and determination she possessed, to raise and love those kids as her very own. I hugged her and said, "You are doing an amazing, honorable thing. God's going to bless you for that." So many stories in so many lives, it was really too short a time to spend with them all. Lyle and I just walked among them, listening to their lives and giving encouragment to these classmates we loved so much.
I left with a heavy heart, wishing I could spend so much more time with so many of them. These were the people I grew up with, and though we have gone our separate ways, we will always have a deep connection to each other. And if God can continue to use me to speak His love into their lives, I hope I'll always be ready and available. I look forward to the next time we are all together again.
Rob

Last week I took a few days off to spend with my wife & girls, and with my parents at their lake house. Great place to relax and unwind. In fact the ride down there, through the farm & dairy country, is as pleasant as the destination!
I rode my motorcycle down, praying and worshipping God, as I often do while riding. About halfway there, I just asked God, "Father, what would you speak to my heart about? What would you teach me out here?" What ensued was a heart conversation with God that was both simple and profound.
What He brought to my mind was obedience. I prayed, "Why do we often not like the concept of obeying You? We want to focus on Your love, Your grace, enjoying Your blessings in our lives...Yet our rebellious nature wants to resist obedience sometimes. I know you're not some cosmic dictator, demanding our fearful allegience. Why obedience?"
Then He spoke into my heart- "Why do you want your children to obey you?"
I thought, then replied, "Because I love them, and want what's best for them."
"Go on," He whispered.
"Well, I also want to keep them from harm, from danger."
He pressed me further. "What else?"
"I want them to grow into responsible, mature, caring adults," I said.
"Anything else?" God spoke.
"Yes, actually. I want us to live and love in harmony under our roof. To really be a close, loving family," I said.
God then spoke to my heart, "If you desire all these things for your girls, how much more do you think I desire these for all My children? Those are also My motivations for your obedience."
I reflected on that the rest of the week- not only on this simple yet amazing conversation with the Father, but on the real meaning and purpose of obedience. It boils down to love- God's motivation in all His dealings with us. And I love Him all the more for it.
"You must live as obedient children. Don't slip back into your old ways of living to satisfy your own desires. You didn't know any better then. But now you must be holy in everything you do, just as God chose you to be holy. For the Scriptures say, 'You must be holy, because I am holy.'" 1 Peter 1:14-16
Rob

Yesterday I read a verse in the Bible that rocked me, and I've been stunned by it even today. I was reading Genesis 2-3 for a project here, when a little verse grabbed me like never before-
(3:21) And the LORD God made clothing from animal skins for Adam and his wife.
A simple verse, I've read it hundreds of times over the years. And I know the meaning of it- a sacrifice was made to pay for their sin, etc. I know all that.
This time, though, God struck me emotionally with it. If you read back in ch.2, you see that Adam got to name all the animals- he cared for them, and knew them all, like household pets. Now, the Bible doesn't say how long Adam & Eve were there before they sinned- it could have been days, months, years, even decades. No one knows. But Adam knew all these animals, and I'm sure he loved them, like we love those critters in our own lives.
After they sinned, and that perfect communion with God was broken, this verse says that God, who created the first life, then took the first life- an innocent animal. One He had made. One Adam had named. One Adam knew. Now, because of their sin, this animal was slain, and they were clothed with this dead animal's skin. I can't imagine the shock, horror, and despair Adam & Eve experienced in that moment- seeing all this take place before their eyes, through their cries & sobs. This animal they knew and loved, taking their punishment, covering their shame.
To me that would be like, as a child, had I done something terribly bad, my father taking my dog, slaying him in front of me, and saying, "This is your fault. He's taking your punishment." That's a horrific thought for any of us, yet that's exactly what God did.
I choke up just thinking about this- the grief of that moment for Adam & Eve, and the realization of the gravity of their sin, that God should do this.
They were expelled from the Garden, and from their perfect environment for intimacy with God.
Then I think about what God did to restore us to Himself, in sending His own Son, Jesus Christ, to be the sacrifice for our sins, to clothe us again in the righteousness of God. I imagine the shock, horror, and despair of the Father, and all Heaven with Him, as Jesus was mutilated and brutalized and crucified, for our sins. Seeing all this take place before the eyes of Heaven- The Son they all knew and loved, taking the punishment of our sin, covering our shame.
And now, through Jesus Christ, whom God joyfully raised from the dead, we too can be restored to intimacy with God, and a new perfect environment one day to come...
"just as through the disobedience of the one man the many were made sinners, so also through the obedience of the the one Man the many will be made righteous." Romans 5:19
Rob

Ongoing saga of our latest family member, Dexter (see Nov. 2007)-
Dexter was recently hit by a car, which left him with a fractured hip and shattered right leg. He spent a week and a half at the animal hospital, where they had to remove his right leg, as it was beyond repair. They said his fractured hip would heal on its own.
We brought him home, and he has been slowly starting to get around more, as he heals up. We keep him in our den, and take him out several times a day for "potty breaks" and just to get some fresh air.
So here we are, with a dog who adopted us in the last year, and now he's a "tripod", with 3 legs and a healing hip. I often wonder what purpose God has in bringing Dexter to us, esp. now that he's disabled. Lisa said, "He must be meant to teach us something, or bless us in some way."
The little saga continues...
Rob

This was a very unusual Easter weekend for my family. Ansley had her wisdom teeth removed (all 4) on Friday, and has been pretty much incapacitated all weekend, and Kelsey was invited to go to Disney Land with a friend, whose father (who lives out there) had let her take Kelsey along. So we did not have a typical Easter together. I had to be up at the church by 7am to set up numerous things, and it was a crazy, 100mph morning, with many visitors and seasonal attenders. I was exhausted when I got home, around 1pm. Lisa & I ate a small lunch, I took a much-needed nap, and that was my Easter...
And yet, there was a brief moment, very early in the morning, when I felt the Spirit of Easter touch my heart. Driving in, I was captured by the nearly-full moon, still hanging in the sky, shrouded in wispy clouds, opposite a beautiful, colorful sunrise peeking over the hills. In that brief moment, before the busyness of providing Easter for the day's worshippers, God touched my heart with the wonder of that amazing morning- when a grave stone was rolled away, an angel told mourners to not be afraid, that Jesus Christ was alive again. And everything changed.
The angel didn't roll the stone away to let Jesus out, but to let the world look in. "He is risen, just like He said." That's the reason I hope, the reason I love, the reason I live. For as Paul said, "If Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain, and your faith also is vain." 1 Corinthians 15:14
He was alive, He is alive, and because He is, I am alive. And that makes everything worth it. He is alive!
Rob

Monday & Tuesday I was at the Kennedy Space Center with Kevin & Jeremy from our church to film promotional clips for our June Vacation Bible Camp- "Amazing Space: To Eternity & Beyond!" We had made contact with the public relations director, who gave us freedom to film anywhere we wanted, that was not in restricted areas. We filmed out close to one of the shuttle launchpads, all over the visitor center, by the giant assembly hangar, the "Rocket Garden", and at the "Astronaut Hall of Fame". Two days of filming, tons of great video, and lots of fun! What an amazing place.
VBC will be the event of the year, not just the summer. We hope to reach 2000+ that week, and we are working hard to make it the best event this church has ever done. Lots to do over the next few months, but our excitement is building. Space Camp at Hebron- strap in for the adventure of the year!

I was reading my Bible this morning in Psalms, and found a great verse that I've pondered throughout the day-
Those who look to Him are radiant;
Their faces will never be covered in shame.
Psalm 34:5
As I thought on that, I was reminded of the countless number of people I've known over the miles & years who have, by unwise decisions & lifestyle choices, have covered themselves in shame. Some have lost friendships, some jobs, others their marriages & families, their reputations, even their health & lives. I've known those in ministry who destroyed everything they built by turning down a wrong road into some kind of sin. I read this phrase once-
Sin will take you farther than you wanted to go, and keep you there longer than you wanted to stay.
And yet, this verse tells me that those who look to God will be radiant, i.e. full of brightness and purity, and therefore not wind up in shame.
I hope and pray that I will always keep my face turned toward my Father, so that I may radiantly reflect His glory, and not bring shame upon myself, my family, my people, and my Lord.
Rob

Psalm 40:1-3
As I read these verses the other morning I was reminded, not only of the U2 song from this Psalm, but of the goodness of God in my own life. Think about it- He
1."inclined" i.e. turned toward me,
2.heard my cry,
3.lifted me out of the pit of destruction,
4.out of the miry clay,
5.set my feet upon a rock,
6.made my footsteps firm,
7.put a new song in my mouth....
When I think about all these, specifics in my life come to mind with virtually each one of them. I have been rescued & saved from so much. Whenever I think about how difficult, heart-breaking, unfair, and stressful life can be at times, I am reminded of two things-
1. where He has brought me from;
2. where I'd be without Him.
Verse 4 sums it all up- "How blessed is the man who has made the LORD his trust,..."
I among men, am truly blessed. May I never forget it.
Rob

Today was a day of celebrations. We held our annual "N.F.L." Sunday, and we had Ellie Zellers of "We Are Marshall" with us. We showed the "final drive" scene from the film, with the end zone celebration. I love that whole scene. And when the morning was over, it was one of the best RockiTown worship mornings we've ever had. Kids & parents lingered, our worship staff wanted to stay longer, even the Zellers family didn't want to leave right away. We all savored the great spirit of the morning. Our kid's worship hours are always exciting, but today was extra special.
To top it all off, the NY Giants pulled off a miracle win in the closing 40+ seconds of the Super Bowl, against the previously undefeated NE Patriots. We enjoyed watching the tears & joy of the Giants' players at game's end.
As I told the kids this morning, moments like these hint at the greater celebration we'll experience in Heaven when we arrive. We should live our lives for the applause of Heaven, the joy of our Father & Coach. Then, when we arrive, we'll savor the celebration, not for a moment, but for all eternity. We'll know the embrace of our Savior, and we'll hear the words, "Well done...Welcome home."
"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love Him." 2 Corinthians 2:9
Rob

2008 hasn't started very healthy for me. Over the holidays, I had a bad head & chest cold for several days. I ate too much and have been trying to diet some and get back in shape, not very successfully. And now, over the past 2 weeks, I've developed some kind of intestinal infection, leaving me feeling lousy most days. On top of all that, for months I've been struggling with a pinched nerve between my shoulder blades, giving me a fair amount of neck & shoulder pain daily. Not a great start to a new year!
It definitely seems like the older I become, the easier it is to get sick or get injuries, yet its harder to get and stay in shape and harder to eat healthy enough to feel good. Entering middle age is a pain- literally & figuratively!
I've been reading a book about the life and writings of the late Rich Mullins, whom I've written about before here. My all-time favorite musician, no doubt. In the final chapter of the book, the author shares many of Rich's thoughts on aging, death, and the life to come for followers of Christ. I was encouraged by a few lines from one of his old songs-

Live like you'll die tomorrow
Die knowing you'll live forever
Love like you'll leave tomorrow
Believing love lasts forever.

He also spoke these words-
"Remember that after we die...Christ is going to raise us up again, and somehow we'll be a body still. But we'll be different than we are now. A new body's what we get- and I've got a great one on order!"
"A little while after you're dead, you'll be rotted away anyway...Its not gonna matter if you had a few scars. It will matter if you didn't live."
I'm reminded of what Saint Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians 15:53- "This perishable body must put on imperishability, and this mortal body must put on immortality."

So as tough as it is to get older, I have the confidence that when this body wears out, a new, improved model awaits me, with an eternal warranty. And that is when life will really begin...
Rob

Haven't had a chance to write in a while, but I was reflecting on our New Years Eve fun, so I thought I'd put down some thoughts.
Every year, we get together with two old high school/church friends of mine, Lyle & Jimmy, and their wives & kids. We spend two days together, at one of our houses. We also do this in the summer when possible, but the New Years time is always a priority. Our kids are all about the same age,and they all have known each other basically from birth. Six adults, seven kids(10 when Lyle brings his niece & nephews), and two days of eating, talking, playing, and no sleep. Its one of the highlights of the holidays for me & my family.
This year, we were at Jimmy & Carla's house in Milton. They have a horse farm, and a huge beautiful house they built themselves over the past several years. Our kids all played Wii and other games the whole time, and us "old adults" talked about the past year, what 2008 might look like, and other old friends we have lost contact with. Its always interesting, and a bit sad, to think about those we no longer have any connection with, that we thought were so important to us in our younger years. And yet, the friendships that have lasted, i.e. ours, have been the ones that mattered most, and the ones we worked the hardest at. We've always been there for each other, always accepted and cared for each other, and our families have always loved each other as well. Old friendships still together, being passed on to the next generation. I think that's the best legacy friendship can leave.
I'll see my friends and their families this summer, if not sooner...
Rob

Christmas was full of firsts this year for us. We left Sunday after church and headed to south Fayetteville, for an early Christmas with Lisa's side of the family. I always enjoy her family, but this year, we gave a special gift to my niece, Tori, in the form of a small ball python. She had been wanting one most of the past year, since she saw mine. The look on her face when we gave her the little snake and his aquarium was definitely a "Kodak moment."
We came home for Christmas at our house, joined by my mom & dad. They had never spent Christmas Eve with us, and we all attended Hebron's Communion service, then later attended a midnight candlelight service at Grayson United Methodist Church. Both are very different in style, yet very worshipful in content.
We opened a few presents on the Eve, then got up the next morning for a Christmas Day joined by my brother Mark & his wife. Mark had never been up for a Christmas with us, and in fact had only been to our house here once or twice over the past 8 years. I was real happy to have them and our parents here. It would have been perfect if my other brother Rick and his family could have been here from Texas.
Every year, there are so many memories to be made- and held for a lifetime. I am reminded of what the Bible says of Mary, Jesus' mother, on several occasions around His birth- "And Mary pondered all these things, treasuring them in her heart." Its amazing to imagine the memories she was making, definitely for a lifetime. Like her, I want to treasure the ones Christ gives me, at Christmas and throughout the years.
Rob

I had hospital visitation duty earlier this week, here right before the holidays. I usually don't mind the duty, in fact I somewhat enjoy it- being an encouragement to people, being out on the road, being out of the office. This on-call rotation was difficult for me, though. It wasn't the miles or the number of hospitals our people were in- although covering about 250 miles between about a dozen hospitals in two days was exhausting!
What made it difficult were the people I visited. To name a few, there was a teenager who had been hit by a car while waiting to catch the bus to school, in ICU on a ventilator with probable brain damage; a smiling 3 year old boy with anxious parents, waiting on test results to find out if their son has cystic fibrosis or not; a 50-something man who had undergone his 2nd heart bypass surgery, and was lonely and discouraged. But the most difficult for me was a lady I visited up in Gainesville, who is slowly dying. I had visited her last month, and she was up sitting in her chair in the hospital room, smiling & happy. We talked, laughed, prayed together, and I just had a great visit with her. This time I came to see her, she was on life support, tubes and IV's running all over her, and she was comatose, unresponsive with eyes half opened. I was shocked and saddened. I spoke to her and prayed over her anyway, in case she could hear anything at all. She is only 11 years older than me, and likely will not see the new year.
It was a sobering couple of days, and I really have not talked about it much. I guess I am reminded that, in the midst of the wonder and fanfare of the Christmas season, even with the hope that the birth of our Savior brings, we still live in a world of suffering and pain, and this will be a sad, painful Christmas for many, and for those they love. All the more reason to look for opportunities to commit "Random Acts of Christmas", like my last posting describes.
Following the Reason for the Season,
Rob

A friend of mine who is the children's pastor at 12Stone Church told me about a December campaign they are doing. Its called, "Random Acts of Christmas." All of their members have been given cards to pass out everywhere they go, but only after they do something kind & generous for someone in need. No agenda, no other motivation except to be the "hands & feet of Jesus" across the month. All that is asked of recipients is that they go to a website, 12Days12Ways.com, and nominate someone they know for freebees- free gas for a year, groceries for a month, cars or vans, etc. It reminds me of the movie, "Pay It Forward", where a good deed was passed on from person to person. In fact, stories have been told with 12Stone's campaign that illustrate just that- even cards passed on, good deeds done, by people totally disconnected from the church.
As I think about Christmas this year, I really want to commit "Random Acts of Christmas" myself- along with 12Stone. Its a wonderful thing to do, not just talking about doing good for others, but actually putting feet to it. We so often make Christmas all about us, with our desire and clamor for gifts, parties, cards, etc. Its a reminder that Christmas is really about the One who committed the first "Random Act" of Christmas, when God gave His Son to humanity, in flesh and bone, to save us from our sins. May we (I) be daily reminded of this over Christmas, and may we all look for those we can do something for, in Christ's name.

This past Wed.- Fri. our church did something very different than anything we have ever done. We put on an outdoor Christmas festival, called "Christmas on the Corner". It was similar to a Lake Lanier, Stone Mountain, or Callaway Gardens Christmas events, with costumed characters, a live nativity, a small Christmas train, local performing school choruses, food vendors, tons of lights, etc. My family and I enjoyed it the first night, then I worked at the event the other nights. I was the announcer/host on the "Christmas Tram", which went through the parking lots picking up and dropping off people for the festival. It was our Sunday tram, decorated with Christmas lights, banners, and playing Christmas music. I completely enjoyed getting to meet people, talk up and describe the event to them, and generally be entertaining for folks. By Friday night, I heard from numerous folks that kids wanted to ride the "Christmas Train" as they called it, and wanted to see the "funny train conductor", like some came to call me. Fun time!
Which is really what I hoped to do for people when they came to the event- begin the enjoyment for them even before entering the actual park, give them a good impression of Hebron, and ultimately, of Jesus Christ.
I hope we do this event every year- I think it can become a yearly event for the community to attend, and help further Hebron's influence for Jesus, pointing people to Him in the best time of the year.
Merry Christmas!
Rob

I read a story in "HomeLife" (a Christian family magazine) about a father in South Florida who was working in his backyard. His 5-year old son was out back as well, and decided to take a dip in the lake behind the house. As the boy waded out into the cool water, the father moved closer to the shore, to keep a watchful eye on him. Suddenly, he saw movement in the water to the right of his son. Calling for his son, and splashing into the water after him, an alligator charged the boy, arriving at him the same time as the father. The gator clamped down hard on the boy's legs, but the father grabbed him too, and a death struggle ensued for the boy. A neighbor saw the emergency, grabbed a shotgun, ran out and killed the animal.
As the local media caught wind of the story, they visited the boy and his family at the hospital. In the room, as they prepared to put microphones and cameras in his face, the boy actually asked the first question. "Want to see my scars?" he asked. Expecting to see his mangled legs, the boy instead pulled up his shirt sleeves and declared, "These are the scars where my daddy wouldn't let me go."
That story hit me in the heart, and choked me up. I can't explain why exactly. As I thought about the desperate, powerful love of the father, I was reminded of two things- First, the desperate lengths I would go to save my own wife and girls. I would give my life and limbs to rescue them. Second, I thought of the desperate love of our heavenly Father, who did just that- sending His Son into this world, to rescue us from the jaws of sin, death, and hell. Only, in this case, He has the scars of the struggle, in His hands and feet. And He did not, and never will, let us go.
"I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish. No one can ever snatch them out of My hand." John 10:28
Rob

Last night as I left for church, the sky was gently raining, a cool breeze was blowing, and I saw 5 deer down my driveway, by the woods. They just stood there looking at me as I slowly drove past. Just beyond, a large rabbit popped out by the driveway, stopped to eyeball me for a moment, then scampered across into the fields on the other side. I drove to church in silence, feeling as though I was already in the presence of God.
At church, we had a quiet, prayer and praise-filled service, with peaceful songs of worship and corporate prayer times, both at the altar and at our seats. I felt the presence of God strongly there too, among His people gathered before Him.
I don't know which is more beautiful, more moving- the harmony of His creation, or the assembling of His saints.
God wants us to not just relegate our encounters with Him to once or twice a week, but to see Him in our everyday experiences, and commune with Him among His people, and in His creation.
Living & walking in His presence,
Rob

I recently bought a book called, "The World As I Remember It: Through the Eyes of a Ragamuffin". It is a collection of devotionals Rich Mullins wrote between 1991 and 1996, about a year before he died in a car crash. I always loved his thought-provoking music, and I am enjoying reading his thoughts on life, love, God, Jesus Christ, etc.
I read a section the other day that bears repeating here-
"I am a Christian because I have seen the love of God lived out in the lives of people who know Him. The Word became flesh and I have encountered God in the people who have manifested (in many 'unreasonable' ways) His Presence; a Presence that is more than convincing- it is a Presence that is compelling.
"I am a Christian, not because someone explained the nuts and bolts of Christianity to me, but because there were people who were willing to be the nuts and bolts, who through their explanation of it, held it together so that I could experience it and be compelled by it to obey.
"If I be lifted up," Jesus said, "I will draw all men unto Me."
Oh, that we who follow Christ would also love like Christ! Rather than accusing sinners, and withdrawing from them, if we would be more willing to be His hands & feet, His "nuts and bolts" so to speak, we (I) would have a much more positive influence and impact on people's lives, for His kingdom.
Rob

We recently adopted a new family member- or should I say, he adopted us! Dexter, as the girls named him, showed up on our front porch one morning, nestled among several bags of old clothes we had left out for the Kidney Foundation. We had spotted him occasionally over the previous couple of days, roaming our property and drinking from our little fountain pond. I tried to run him off a couple of times that morning, but by the afternoon, he was back on the porch. When the girls found him, they felt pity & fed him. Well, now we were stuck with him!
Dexter was malnourished & flea-bitten, with several sores on his body and a broken tail- meaning he had either been attacked by other dogs, or had been abused. Either way, he was convinced he had found a safe haven here from a cruel world. He didn't take long to warm up to us, and we brought him to our vet to have him checked out. He had intestinal worms, and possibly heart worms, and they treated him for all these, as well as fleas, ticks, rabies, etc. They bathed him, trimmed up his claws, and just gave him a complete check-up and cleaning. Good as new!
They estimated Dexter is about a year old, and he is very much full of energy. He is not yet an inside dog, as he is not house-trained, and he loves to chew things... anything! He has become very good natured and playful.
I've been asking God, "Why did this little outcast end up with us? What lesson is there here for us to learn?" I'm not sure completely, but I think this might be a picture of how God's people, the Church, should be. There is a world of outcasts outside our church doors, and rather than turn away in disgust as we often do, maybe what God has really called us to do is to love them, embrace them, and allow God to use us to help clean them up. Max Lucado once wrote, "God loves you right where you are, but He refuses to leave you there." Maybe His people should do the same, like we did with Dexter.
Rob

Today I received a letter from a couple who last year at this time lost a son in Iraq. The letter told of how much my being there with them in their time of uncertainty over his initial MIA staus, then when he was found dead, had meant to the family. Enclosed was also a substantial monetary gift they wanted me to have. They wrote, "The time you spent reaching out to us, caring for us, just being there for our family, meant more to us than you know. We will never forget you."
Sadly, I had forgotten them in the past year. I recalled the night when, while I was the weekend hospital/emergency pastor, I had responded to a call to visit the house of a new couple in the church, whose son was missing in action in Iraq. I spent a couple of hours with the family, who consisted of the mom, dad, and two sisters, one of which was married with two kids in our children's ministry. As I saw the fear and grief they had, I felt compelled to keep going by their house that weekend, and on into the next week, until the word came that the son's body had been found.
I had helped in some minor details of the funeral, and had been invited to ride in the motorcyle escort of the funeral, which was a great honor. I kept in touch with the family only occasionally over the later months, then it gradually faded from my memory- until today.
Amazing what small gestures and acts of kindness can actually mean in someone else's life. What I had saw as just doing my duty, had in reality made a huge impact on this family in their time of pain. One of my daughters told me, "I guess you never know how far one nice thing can go for somebody." So true.
I remember being on the receiving end myself once, as an 8th grader 30+ years ago. I had been lumped in with a bullying bunch of boys that year, with none of my friends in classes, lunch, PE, etc. It was the worst year of my life, to this day. Constant cruelty, humiliation, pain, at the hands of these punks- I was the easy target, being the smallest in the class that year.
One day, sitting alone at lunch (as usual), Laurel Jackson, one of the popular girls in the 8th grade, left her table, came and sat with me. I don't remember all she said, but I recall this: "You're different than the other guys. I like that about you. Don't worry about them, they're all jerks. I like you just the way you are." That simple act of kindness, those simple words, spoken by that beautiful little blond, changed the course of that year for me- and I guess changed my life. I'm 44 years old, and I still recall them, and recall every detail of that moment, to this day. And I will be forever grateful.
I've heard a phrase- "Practice random acts of kindness." That's a great rule to live by. In fact, that's being the hands and feet and words of Jesus to people, as I heard a guy say once. Something our world needs more of.
Rob

I got back from my yearly road trip with my dad, and we had a great ride! We rode in east Alabama, with perfect weather each day. We first rode out to the famous Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum near Birmingham. It is 5 floors of close to 800 motorcycles and 75 race cars, from every corner of the globe. Walking in that place, was like entering the gates of biker heaven! I've never seen anything like it. We spent 5 hours in there, and could have went through it again. There were makes and models I had never heard of. I could have roamed those halls for another day. Amazing place.
We rode through the Talladega National Forest, on the Talladega Scenic Byway, which is beautiful. Not as high or as twisty as roads in NC, but a great ride anyway. While there, we rode other places as well, just enjoying the Alabama countryside. If I wasn't a Georgia boy at heart, I could make my home over there. Beautiful place.
Good to ride with my dad, for however many years we have left. I enjoy the time with him, not just on two wheels, but the talks, the laughs, the cameraderie of just being father & son. And more than that, the time we both spend, as sons of our Heavenly Father. All of this- priceless.
Rob

Lisa & I just returned from a trip to Charleston, SC for our 20-year wedding anniversary. Amazing she has put up with me all these years! I am extremely blessed. Anyway, we stayed at a very historic inn known as the John Rutledge House Inn, who was one of the original signers of the Constitution. Beautiful old home, built in the 1700's. We toured all over the historic district of the city, and visited Ft. Sumter, Patriots Point with WWII carrier Yorktown, destroyer Laffey, and a sub & Coast Guard ship, and took a horse-drawn carriage trip around the city, and just walked everywhere else ourselves. Too many sights to recount here. Exhausting, but worth every step. I swear, Charleston is the most beautiful city I've ever seen- and no one better to see it with than my lovely bride of 2 decades!
The days there just flew by, and yet were packed with so many memories. Much like our marriage has been, I reflected later. the past 20+ years have flown by, and seem to pass more quickly each year, as Lisa noted. And yet our times together have been packed with memories & experiences I wouldn't trade for anything in this world. I would not want to have shared life with anyone but Lisa, and I hope God grants us many more miles, years, and memories ahead as well. Like our visit to Charleston, I know there is so much more yet to see & do together. I have much to look back on, and much to look forward to!
Rob

Last week we took 39 5th graders & leaders to the Lost Sea Caves in TN. We arrived in a driving thunderstorm, lightning flashing everywhere. We ate dinner under a pavilion, waiting for the storm to subside. Thunder shook the mountainside, and I began to pray- we were already fairly wet, we had no towels to dry off, and I was afraid we would have to enter the caves wet. That meant our whole group would start our adventure wet, in the caves that are a constant 58 degrees. That was a recipe for a sick group.

I prayed, "Father, you know what can happen if we enter those caves wet. Please move this storm out before our time to enter, for the sake of these with me. In Jesus' name, amen."

The storm continued to roar for 20 more minutes, then when the time came for us to meet the guides and descend into the caverns, suddenly the rain stopped, the clouds broke up on the mountain, and we were able to enter the caves dry.

Some might think this a coincidence, but I say God answered our prayers, watching over us. We had a blast that night crawling through the caves, camping on the cavern floors, and returning to daylight the next morning. In every way, it was a memorable trip.

Rob

Friday I finished a 3-day road trip with my older daughter Ansley. We rode the motorcycle up in the mountains of North Carolina, riding on such famous roads as the Cherohala Skyway, the Blue Ridge Parkway, Scenic Highway 74, etc. We stayed at motorcycle campgrounds, and just filled our eyes and souls with the majesty and grandeur of the Smoky Mountains. We spent some time nosing through shops in Cherokee, visited the Wheels Through Time Museum in Maggie Valley, and mostly enjoyed some of the most beautiful roads and scenery in America.

Ansley completely soaked in the experience- she took pictures of everything, from massive clouds over high peaks, to small, colorful leaves we found on mountain trails. It enriched me watching her be so enriched by all we saw and did. She would say things like, "words can't describe this" or "pictures just can't capture this". We both felt the presence of God up in those mountains, and felt a closeness to Him and to each each other that I hope we carry with us for many years to come. I pray her heart will be always turned toward the Lord, the "Rock of our salvation", and we'll always take time to find refreshment in His mountains.

Rob

Last week was our annual Children's Camp, and it was a fantastic time! Our theme was "Breaking Free", Brent Weber was our worship leader again, and we took 240 kids and leaders back to Anderson, SC. We worshipped, had lots of fun in recreation and swimming together, enjoyed crazy game show nights and a great talent show, and grew closer to Christ as we opened His Word. What was most memorable to me was the night 17 kids came to know Jesus Christ as their Savior. It was an incredible night of worship. That night before my lesson, Brent put a single white chair center stage, with an open Bible on it, and we downed the house lights, leaving the chair bathed in the glow of one spot light. He then sat over on one side, and led quiet worship songs while 240 voices lifted praise. It was an amazing night in an amazing week.

Rob

Saturday several of my RockiTown kid's worship leaders and myself took our families up to North Carolina for a whitewater rafting trip down the Nantahala River. We got there about 10am, and spent a couple of hours bouncing around on the waves and splashing through the rapids. We had a blast! Its a rowdy enough river to have plenty of excitement, yet easy enough for younger kids to enjoy. Its been about 15+ years since I've been whitewater rafting, but we had so much much fun, it won't be another 15 years, for sure! We used River Runners Retreat, and I highly recommend them. Our guide, a young guy named Ian (pictured here with us), made it entertaining for everyone. Next time, we've decided we're going to step it up a notch- a run down the Ocoee River! Its a little tougher, not really for younger kids, but hey, we're "river rats" now!

Last night I had the opportunity to preach in a service the Spirit Riders & CMA put on with Chaplain Terry Buice, in the Gwinnett Prison. It was one of the larger services we've hosted there in some time- we had about 80 inmates attend it, and 8 men trusted in Jesus Christ. In the music, the prayer times, my sermon, and these men coming for salvation, we really felt God's presence in that prison. God is mending lives, even as they serve out their sentences.

An inmate approached me prior to the service, and gave me a necklace with a cross he had made, and wanted me to wear it as I preached, which I did. When everything was over, and all the inmates were being escorted back to their cells, he came back over to me and said, "Do you remember me? I used to go to First Baptist back when you were there." Suddenly I did remember him, and the times we had conversations over the years there. After I left and came to Hebron, he just slipped from my memory, and here he was again, after all these years, standing before me in prison. My choices had led me further into God's kingdom work, and his choices had landed him behind bars. We talked for a moment, and he asked for prayer, that God would help him walk as a man of God again when he got out. I told him I certainly would.

As illusionist Brock Gill said when he was here, "Some choices you make don't matter. Some you make are life and death..."

Rob

We finished up another year of Vacation Bible School Sunday night, with our annual VBS Family Night. It capped off a fun, loud, exciting week of great music, funny skits, and lots of kids! We had around 1700 every day, with 73 kids trusting Jesus Christ by week's end. Many said it was the best VBS ever, if not the biggest. I dreaded the weeks leading up to it, completely enjoyed it all week long, then felt sad that it was ending. God blessed all week, and we thank Him for all the ways He drew kids, parents, and leaders to Himself.

And now, Kids Camp looms ahead of us....

Rob

This past Monday- Wednesday Kelsey & I did a short "Dad & Daughter" trip up to Chattanooga, TN. We had a great time together- climbed all through Rock City, descended to Ruby Falls, visited the Tenn. Aquarium, toured Covenant College, strolled down the new Tennessee Riverwalk, and just had a great 3 days together. We needed the time together- it seems the older my girls get the busier we all are, and we often just see each other in passing. It was time well-spent.

As we left on Wed., I had made arrangements to visit Precept Ministries, right outside Chatt. This is the ministry headquarters of Kay Arthur, renown Bible teacher and writer. She has had a vast, influential ministry for decades, dating back to the late 60's. In fact, in 1974 she led my mother to Christ at a women's conference, who then pointed my dad to Christ in 1975, and I trusted Christ with Kay's help in 1979, as a 15 year old. Later, after high school, I spent a year living there, working in the ministry and sitting under Kay's teaching. She is truly my "mother in the Lord", as well as for my own mom!

I didn't think she would remember me after all the years, but when she came in, she lit up, bear-hugged me, and exclaimed, "Rob Brooks! It is so good to see you again! How many years has it been?!" We talked for about 45 minutes, just catching her up on my life, all God has done over the years and miles. Kay was very enthused to meet Kelsey, who really took to Kay immediately. She kept calling for staff members to come meet me, and some who knew me back then, still serving in the ministry there! It was an amazing time- a reunion of sorts. She wanted some pictures with us, saying she was so blessed to see me and know I was still walking with Christ, and passing on the faith to my girls and those in my ministry. She said, "Seeing you reminds of the verse, 'I have no greater joy than knowing my children are walking in the truth.' You are like one of my boys!"

I was blessed immeasureably by this lady- to see and talk with her again, introduce my daughter to her, but mostly for the faith she brought to my family so many years ago. I know the Lord and am in the ministry, in no small part due to her faithfulness to share Christ over the years. And I hope one day to enjoy seeing those I have influenced come back into my life, and see them still walking in the faith as well.

Rob

I'm flying solo as a parent this week- Lisa left Saturday for an 8-day mission trip to Iquitos, Peru. She won't be back until next Saturday. Already, I feel her absence. Ansley went to work on Sat., Kelsey had plans with some friends, so I was left alone with my thoughts. I took a ride on my motorcycle, and felt a loneliness already setting in. Today, me and the girls just hung out after church, ate, watched a movie, and now that they are in bed, I feel the loneliness again. Funny, when you are around someone a lot, or even every night after work, you don't realize how much you rely on them until they are not around. When I'm away at work, or at a conference, camp, etc., I don't feel so separated from her; I know I can call her anytime. Yet now that she is so far away and so completely inaccessable in the jungles of Peru, I feel alone, fractured, incomplete without her close by. I understand a little more of what God talks about when He says of marriage, "The two shall become one flesh"...I don't feel whole when Lisa is so far removed from me.

So I pray for her safety down there while she serves people in His name, and I pray for her safe return...

Rob

I've been reading a book called, "Plastic Jesus" by Eric Sandras, which is about how we have reduced Christianity to a comfortable, packaged, "suburbia" faith, instead of the radical, life-changing, intimate purpose and relationship with Christ it was meant to be.

One section called, "Wearing Someone Else's Shirt", got me thinking last night. The author talked about how we often wear what we think or want to define us, but all too often we are living a lie. I thought of an example from this past week. Ansley had a knee surgery Thursday, and while I was at the surgical center, one of the nurses noticed my t-shirt, a Harley-Davidson shirt from Virginia a friend once gave me. She asked me, "Like your t-shirt! Do you ride?" To which I replied, "Yes, I do." She then said, "My husband and I ride a Road King. What do you ride?" Suddenly, I was faced with a choice- Do I lie and say, "I ride a Heritage Classic" or something like that, or do I tell her the truth? She'll never know, I'll likely never see her again, and its just a small conversation. I chose to be who I was, and told her, "I ride a Yamaha Royal Star- a poor man's Harley!" She exclaimed, "What a cool bike! I have a friend who rides one of those!" I chose honesty, and I'm glad I did.

Sandras says in his book, "Christians who are living in spiritual suburbia are 'just wearing the shirt.' We often profess to be followers of Christ, but are we really following Him into what He has called us to do? Are we fulfilling our unique, God-given purpose? Its possible to say all the right words, yet never surrender our hearts and wills to God's leading. God wants us to live out our calling; He doesn't just want us to wear His shirt." (p. 52)

I want to live the life, not just wear the shirt.

Rob