Jump On The Bandwagon

I have waited 14 years for the Orlando Magic to return to the NBA Finals. I went to the very first game 20+ years ago. I lived through horrendous seasons that led to Shaq and Penny leading the charge through the mid-90’s. I lived through Nick Anderson’s four missed free throws that could have sealed game one of the 1995 NBA Finals. Instead, he choked and we got swept. I lived through Shaq leaving, Penny blowing up (in a bad way), T-Mac’s drama, Grant Hill’s ankle surgeries and finally drafting Dwight Howard. Being a Magic fan is synonymous shows great commitment and faithfulness in a person because we have had a VERY long road back to the finals.

However, this is our time! This is our series! We are in the finals again after a serious detour through mediocrity. What did we do the first game? Well, we got walloped by 25 points.

Now that we are through with all that…LET’S GO MAGIC! Game two is Sunday night. Jump on the bandwagon with me, people! There’s plenty of room for fair-weather fans if it means you’ll cheer them on to victory!

In This Together

I am home today with the kiddos while Dara is out with Ginny Gum eating sushi and enjoying some good conversation free of kid-interruption.

I love the fact that Dara and I are in this together. She is home a majority of the time with the kids so that I can do my part of what God called us to do. I love it when we are able to flip that role she is able to get out of the house and spend time with her friends.

We’re in this together. Forever. I love my wife.

Where Is Your Square?

I love the pictures that are painted in the New Testament of the apostles going to the town square and defending their faith. This is inspiring to me as I seek to know, learn, understand and grow in my faith. I want to be prepared to answer questions when they come my way.

One of my core convictions is that I don’t want to simply proclaim what I believe, I want to share why I believe with anyone who might ask. It is in these moments of defining and defending my faith that I find more confidence, resolve and assurance that God is alive and living in me.

Where is your town square? Where is the courtyard of your faith? Where are you challenged to defend and define your thoughts? Where are questions being tossed your way to see what you believe and why you believe?

Heritage

Fenton Jones was an amazing man of God. He may not have a famous name like Billy Graham or John Wesley, but he is absolutely a hero of the faith. He was also a wonderful and loving grandfather to Dara. We affectionately call him Granddaddy.

Granddaddy passed away almost three years ago. During his time with us, however, he modeled a life of faith in Christ Jesus that will live on in our lives for generations to come. I find so much strength in hearing his stories. I remember one story that was so gripping, so compelling, that it brought me to tears.

Granddaddy was a pastor and church planter his entire adult life. One evening, the Jones’ found their cupboards empty and no money to eat that evening. Granddaddy told Nana to go ahead and set the table and asked everyone to get ready for dinner. God was going to provide their meal that evening.

Granddaddy prayed that his faith would result in a meal for his family. Sure enough, a knock was heard at their front door. The man at the door told Granddaddy that God directed him to bring groceries for their family. God came through again.

Granddaddy was a great man of faith. I find strength in the fact that the same God that gave Granddaddy food for his family that night so many years ago is the same God that provides for my needs and your needs today.

God always provides. Never lose sight of that. We will never go without when we fix our eyes on Christ and let our roots grow down deep into him.

**Colossians 2:7 – Let your roots grow down into him and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.

I am so grateful for what Granddaddy taught me. My heart overflows with thankfulness as I remember him. May my life and yours be lived in the same vein of great faith and assurance of God’s amazing love for us.

Anonymous

Our fundraising for the month of June came up several hundred dollars short. This is the lowest we had been since moving to Charlotte. I have become very comfortable with the reality that even if the full amount did not come in by the time our paycheck came, God would provide another way.

In keeping with God’s absolutely true promise of provision, I got an anonymous contribution today for $300. Totally amazing. God’s creativity in the way that he provides for us is so amazing.

Thanks to all of you that have invested in our lives financially and become shareholders in this vision to bring hope to Charlotte. And, if you are reading, thanks to Mr. or Ms. Anonymous for investing into our family today!