In the clams

Had a new experience today.

Debbie and I were visiting with Bob and Pat Artus who are speending the week at the Connecticut shore. So this afternoon Bob and I went clamming.

Its a full-body experience. The tide was out. We went into the shallow water and started to probe the muck beneath our feet, feeling for clams. When we found them, then it was time to reach down and pull them out of the muck.

It's awesome.

Four dozen clams later we headed back to the cottage with our haul. Bob had two dozen for chowder. I had a couple dozen for clam sauce for pasta.

It was more awesome.

But I'm not giving you my recipe--this blog ain't "Julie and Julia."

RM

Celebration!

So last night I went to Celebrate Recovery at Wellspring. CR is for folks working through 'hurts, habits, and hang-ups.'

Last night, as every Friday night of the month, was Anniversary Night. Those who have put together a measure of sobriety are celebrated for their recovery.

As usual, last night was awesome.

About 20 people got their chip for being there for the first time! Big steps for 20 folks. The house nearly came down with all the cheering!

I am particularly proud of three friends who celebrated major anniversaries last night. I can't tell you their names--it is OK to tell folks you go to Celebrate Recovery; not OK to tell others who you see there. But I am really happy for two friends who clebrated 16 years of sobriety this month--and another who has racked up 20 years!

Way to go guys!!!

And these friends aren't white knuckle sober. They are healthy, happy, productive members of society and fruitful followers of Jesus. They bless many every day.

They bless me.

Awesome.

RM

10 Days and Counting!

Ten days until kick-off!!

Saturday, September 5, High Noon in Columbus at the Horseshoe, the Buckeyes kick off the season against the Midshipmen from Navy.

Mark your calendars boys and girls!

Division One Football is almost here.

Ali's Wedding


Ali got married on Saturday. She is now Mrs. Lance Carter. I had the privilege of sharing some words of blessing at the ceremony. It was an honor. . .

Let me give you some background. First of all, I have not always been a big fan of weddings. 'Romantic' is not a word often used to describe me. Worrying for six months over table favors and the color of dresses just seems way too much fuss by my way of thinking. Exorbitant costs and pretentious receptions aren't high on my list of core values.

Secondly, I know pastors aren't supposed to show favoritism and risk offending others by praising one member of their flock over others.

But Ali is one of my favorites. Let me explain why.

When I get to heaven I figure that my claim to fame will be that I knew Ali Johnson Carter. I think that if, at the end of my days, I have done little more than to have encouraged Ali, it will have been a worthwhile ministry.

When I grow up I hope to be like Ali. That is funny, because I have watched Ali grow up. She literally was a little squirt when I came to Connecticut 23 years ago. I watched her grow through awkward adolescence, take steps of leadership in her high school band and youth group, go off to college, come back to New Britain by the word of the Lord after she graduated college, serve as a deacon in the church she grew up in, and then go on to become a prophetic mentor to young interns in a major ministry training school. Along the way I have had the privilege of praying for Ali, of praying with Ali in meetings, and of having Ali lead prayer and intercession for me.

What I have watched is the growth of an amazing heart for Jesus. Passion for his glorious person and unfettered devotion and affection for him. I have not witnessed Ali telling people what her passion is--I get so tired of people telling other people what their passion is. Please. If your passion is genuine it will be seen. You don't have to tell people what it is--you won't be able to hide it.

On Saturday two minutes before Ali marched down the aisle to stand with Lance I had a brief prayer with her. Now realize, Ali woke up laughing that morning of her wedding at 4:30 AM--her heart bursting with joy in the realization that it was her wedding day. She was so excited to be married to Lance she couldn't sleep any longer. But in that brief prayer all she could do was repeat over and over, 'Oh, Jesus; Jesus; Jesus! You are so good!'

So I want to be more like Ali--living out of that consuming devotion to Jesus.

That is why she is one of my favorites. She calls me to be better than I currently am. She inspires me to more.

By the way, I have hundreds of favorites. I see different graces in differing flavors in so many different people. When I catch a reflection of the radiance of something of the Kingdom of God in their lives my heart is thrilled and I am inspired. I say to myself, 'That is awesome! I aspire to see more of that in my own life.' I say to God, 'Thank you God for allowing me to glimpse that. Help me to be more and better than I am in that area.'

So Ali--Congratulations! Thanks for letting me have a small part in your wedding day. I did not wake up laughing this morning--but maybe some day!

RM

Live Free or Die


Just got back from a week in New Hampshire with Debbie and Mark's crew. It took all four adults to supervise three children five and under. Lots of sun; time in the lake; beautiful sunrises and sunsets; close encounters with loons; spending time with grand kids. Awesome.


Also awesome is New Hampshire's state motto: Live Free of Die. You see it on every license tag. It is undoubtedly the most famous state motto of all fifty. I challenge you--can you name another?


Here is another challenge--do you know the context of its origin? You might think it comes in the throes of some emotional debate in the Continental Congress or on the eve of some great battle of the Revolutionary War. You might think that, but you would be wrong.


The quote does come from a Revolutionary War hero, General John Stark of New Hampshire. But he offered these words long after the war was won and the fruits of liberty were being enjoyed. Unable due to poor health to attend a reunion in 1809 marking the winning of the Battle of Bennington, General Starks sent this toast by letter for that gathering: 'Live free of die. Death is not the worst of evils.'


I love the fact that this call to guard liberty by living free was issued at a dinner celebration and not prior to battle. Others have won liberty for us by their sacrifice and blood--the very least we can do is resolve to live free!!


I am convinced that this very issue is at stake in the current crisis facing our nation. The current Congress and Administration are offering us a soft totalitarianism in the guise of government benefits. I have detailed some of the excesses of the proposed health care legislation being considered by the House as they relate to empowering government bureaucrats to make end-of-life decisions for our elderly, opening the door to euthanasia.


Let me tell you about something else that is contained in the proposed bill. On pages 58 and 59 of the proposed House bill (yes--I have read this portion of the bill), there are provisions made that allow the government 'real-time access' to the individual patient's financial information and access to individual citizens' financial accounts to enable electronic funds transfers, 'in order to allow automated reconciliation with the related health care payment and remittance advice.'

This bill opens the door for government access to your financial information and direct transfer of your funds to pay for health care services the government deems you able to pay for. This is what I mean by 'soft totalitarianism.' Under the guise of helping the uninsured, the government is demanding that you surrender your basic liberties won by prior generations at great sacrifice.


I say 'Live Free or Die,' but don't let the government direct access to my bank account. I say 'Live Free of Die,' but don't let the government stand between me and my doctor. I say 'Live Free or Die. There are worse evils than death.' I would rather die 'uninsured' breathing the breath of liberty than be eased into a surrender of my heritage as an American by false promises.


Health care is not nor has it ever been a guaranteed right under the Constitution. Good people may argue that it is the duty and responsibility of an enlightened society to provide basic health care for its citizens. That is a debate worthy of good minds and hearts. But this proposed bill is nothing short of a power grab and soft totalitarianism in the guise of false promises.


And that's not all I'm going to say about that.


RM