What Would I Do?

A few months ago, my son Jameson asked me a sobering question. I was reminded of it last night.

Newsong came to FBC with their Christmas Tour again (and all the groups were incredible). Jameson got to sing Christmas Shoes with them on stage – it made this dad proud. But Jameson is always excelling (musically, academically, athletically, and even spiritually).

Yes, I may be bragging, but I’m getting to something – I promise.

I am very proud of him. I love him. I would do anything I could for him.

And that takes me back to the question.

We had just finished our nightly prayers, and he looked at me and said, “Dad, you know how Abraham had a son and God asked him to sacrifice him? Would you do that?”


Now I think I answered properly, but I will admit that the answer was a struggle.

When we are pressed to give a good “Christian” answer, we can typically give the acceptable Sunday School answer. But what would your heart say?

What does that say about our hearts?


Wrestling with God?

For a number of weeks at First Baptist Church of Pascagoula, I have been preaching a series on the life of Jacob. (Really interesting – the man, not the sermons 😉 )

Anyway, lately we’ve been focused on the night Jacob wrestled with God. Have you ever wrestled with God? I have. For that matter, I sometimes think I’m doing it now.

* What do you do when you can almost taste God’s movement? Continue reading

What would you do?

The following article was published in First Baptist’s Reminder newsletter September 28, 2011…

Chuck Swindoll tells the story of a house church in the former Soviet Union.  They had to meet in secret to avoid reprisals from the communist government.  One Sunday these believers arrived inconspicuously in small groups throughout the day so as not to arouse the suspicion of the KGB informers.  By dusk they were all safely inside, windows closed, and doors locked.  They began by singing a hymn quietly but with deep emotion.  Suddenly, the door was pushed open and in walked two soldiers with loaded automatic weapons at the ready.  One shouted, “All right – everybody line up against the wall.  If you wish to renounce your commitment to Jesus Christ, leave now!” Continue reading

There’s a Truck on My Tummy!

Tom with a truck on his tummyOK, not exactly on my tummy, but on someone else’s – but it got you to read this far…

So, I’m flipping channels a few days ago, and I turned to the History Channel (Do you remember when they actually presented history?).  A show was on (Stan Lee’s Superhumans) where they tell the story of people who can do “superhuman” things.  The reason it caught my interest was because I recognized the person – Dr. Tom Owen.  At over the age of 60, he displayed his amazing tummy strength by allowing a truck to drive over his stomach.

Pretty cool!  But I remember him when… 😉 Continue reading

Driving in the Fog

Something happened today that I found very illustrative.  The fog rolled in.

OK, I realize that fog isn’t mysterious, and it isn’t strange – but it caused me to think (or, should I say, reflect).

I was coming home for lunch when I saw fog ahead – it was rolling in from the Gulf (and we live a block from the Gulf of Mexico).  Suddenly, I found myself engulfed by the Gulf-fog (pun intended).  I turned on my lights, slowed my pace, and continued home. Continue reading