God with us.

During worship today, we were singing a song that spoke
of “the fire of worship.” The song asked that God would “fan the flames”
of that fire, which got me thinking about the Holy Spirit as that ever
present fire burning in us.

In the same song, however, it spoke of God “coming”; implying
He was not already there. I thought to myself “hang on a second”
worship is not a process of God coming to us--implying that it is
God who must move--rather, worship is a process, initiated by us,
by which we become more aware of His constant presence
(a smoldering and eternal flame fanned into a roaring fire) as we
filter out the noise that obscures the still small voice and we once
again “feel” his presence.

God is all; in all!

To Mary Kay, my Valentine all year long!

In January could I love you less,
then February when love’s confessed?

Or what of March you’re still my bride,
And in April as we walk side by side?

In May shall not my love still show,
and in June will not my love still grow?

What of July the month we wed,
could I love you more in August instead?

Come September my love’s still yours
As the day we met on October Four.

And in November, the penultimate month
You’ll find my love is no less true
than in December
as I look foreword to
365 more days to say
I LOVE YOU!

To the best wife a guy could hope for,

Happy Valentines Day ya Butt Head!