Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Jasper Speaks:

God is really moving in our ministry right now. Since the beginning of the school year we have been having a lot of guests. Like tonight, we had about ten visitors and they are all seekers. I am finding that I need to clearly share the gospel every week. Tonight especially I felt compelled to outline the plan of salvation. Then we had a kid ask a great question about baptism that really seemed to get people thinking. It is amazing what God can do when we are forced off script and let Him guide the message on the spot. Although I wouldn't recommend this on a regular basis, when the Spirit leads however, you should let Him move in the moment.

After the service one of the visitors, Ashley, came up to me and we started talking about baptism. We ended up talking and discussing what baptism is and what needs to proceed it. After talking for a few minutes it was amazing to see where the Lord had been taking her. As we continued the conversation I was able to lead her to the Lord. It is awesome! She is our third salvation of the school year. It is awesome to see God moving.

Also, we are seeing some real depth to our students. Tonight during our testimony times that we call God Stories, it was great to hear how God is using our students in their world. Also, one of our kids is making major sacrifices to do what He feels God wants of Him. Sometimes it hurts, but he is trying to understand and pursue His will.

I am humbled that He wants to use me. It is great to be on this end of all He is doing. I am waiting to see what is ahead. We have at least five students waiting to be baptized. I am excited to wait as He continues to work. Go God!

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Jasper Speaks:

It was an oddly productive day. I got a new laptop this week. Along with a nicer computer comes my new curses of Vista. It is so bad! It isn't compatible with so many things. I cannot even print on all the printers at church due to the dumb operating system. The tech literally worked all day and there are still issues.

Still as he worked, I grabbed the old laptop and took off to St. Louis Bread Company and wrote my message and created some ads for upcoming events. I really got into a groove and got so much done. It was amazing! Very rewarding. Here are some of the fruits of my labor:

Monday, September 29, 2008

Jasper Speaks:

I love being a dad. I really do. My son is the cutest and most incredible kid God ever blessed a man to father. He is such a happy, obedient little boy. He is smart (already counting to four) and friendly. I really love him more than I ever thought I could.

He is now starting to really talk. He is making sentences. He is truly communicating with us now. Today, on our way to daycare, I passed him part of a Nutri-Grain bar and I heard him chirp from the carseat, "Thank you Daddy". My heart melted. I love to hear him call me Daddy. His voice is a little high pitched and very clear. Daddy. It is pretty much my favorite word.

It got me thinking a lot about God. Jesus called him "Daddy" (Abba) in the garden. In Mark 14, in His most desperate hour, He used this familiar word to ask His father to spare Him the agony of the cross. I think about when Jackson is hurt or scared and he cries out for me. I wonder if that same sound of desperation was in the voice of Christ that night.

In Romans 8, we are told that the spirit gives us the right to become children of God. We are children with a deep relationship where we have the right to call Him Daddy. Because we are led by the spirit, we now have the right to call out to God by that sweet name.

In Galatians 4, we are reminded that it was the sacrifice Christ made on the cross that gave us our sonship. Maybe this is particularly striking to me because my son is adopted. He is not one who shares my DNA but one who, by an act that he had no control over, gained the right to call me Daddy. He was not born to me but is now as much a part of my heart as any natural child could ever be.

I believe that there is no sweeter sound to God's ear than when we say, "Thank you Daddy". As that phrase made my heart skip a beat this morning, when we say it to our Heavenly Father, it gives him great pleasure. I love to hear my son's voice. I love to hear him say Daddy more than any other word he knows. Today, as I pondered that one little word, I am convinced that my Heavenly Father feels the same about me.