Live, Love, Laugh…and eat ice cream

Last night Ginny and I drove to Boston to say goodbye to her grandmother. It was a long way to go for a funeral but it was worth it. We talked on the way about family and what to expect. I spent some time trying to calm her nerves down about what to expect.

In the end, although it was a sad day I am so glad that we went. I think in some small way perhaps the trip helped bring peace in some areas that really needed it. I also am so thankful that I was there to hear some more stories of Ginny’s grandmother.

I had to catch myself a few times and remember who we were talking about because Ginny’s grandmother is also named Virginia(her husband called her Reds) but that is sure not where the similarities end.

I heard how “Reds” was someone who always looked after those she loved and cared for. She was a woman who was not too concerned about material things but instead was a woman who valued family and friends.

She was a wife who took care of her husband and children. She helped and encouraged them in so many ways. I was reminded of where my wife gets those traits.
In case, I forgot however at the end I was reminded how much “Reds” loved a good bowl of ice cream to end the day. Hearing that all I could do was laugh.

I remember the first time that Ginny gave Kyle a taste of ice cream. He was still so young and I “questioned” her sanity. Sh just looked at me with all sincerity and told me that ice cream was good for you! Ginny’s love affair with ice cream now makes so much sense. It was one of the lasting gifts that “Reds” gave to her.

So today we raise our spoons as a tribute to a great woman.

“Job well done”




I have been reading though the Bible recently. I started in Genesis and am making my way through a few chapters a day. I have found myself in Numbers these past few days and I have to tell you it is rough reading.

I am reading about Moses sending his people out and killing all the inhabitants of a particular land. I had to re-read some of it today to make sure I was not making a mistake in what I was reading. As I read through it again I could not help but remember the words of my Old Testament professors Grant and Ward as they talked abut how they viewed the Old Testament. They talked about reading it back through the lens of the cross. It was an idea they had learned from Dr. Thomas McDaniel.

When I first heard the idea, I did not like it at all. It seemed as if it was wishful thinking and a way to try to water down the bible and its message. However over the years I have begun to look at it a little differently. While I would never be so bold to say I know God completely I do believe I have a better understanding of God now as opposed to 10 years ago.

The God that I worship values life of all kinds. The price of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, to me, proves just how much God values life and loves us. With that in mind I find it particularly tough to wrestle with the Old Testament passages.
I have heard people that I know talk about “hearing” God and I have heard stories about other people who have heard from God.

We have heard the tragic stories of parents killing their children because God “told” them to do it.
No right thinking person believes that.

I think we need to really be careful when we throw around the idea of hearing from God especially when it is seemingly opposed to what we know about God in the form of Jesus Christ. Jesus was the example to us of the character and morality and values of God.

I am not sure where this struggle will eventually take me in my journey with God, I just know that I need to read more and study more and pray more. I need to spend more time in the word of God.

Recently I had an online conversation of sorts about the inerrancy of scripture. It was a challenge to me and I had to search within myself to understand more fully what I thought that phrase really meant.

Again, I find myself in a struggle, how does the inerrancy of scripture fit in with looking at the bible through the lens of the cross?

Today, I do not know but I can’t wait to see what God has to show me next!


I am sitting in the airport in Orlando waiting to come home.  The flight has been delayed about an hour.  I assume it could be longer or perhaps shorter. In the end it really doesn’t matter the end result is I will be waiting.

Waiting is something I do a lot of actually, we all do.  We wait for a return call or a text message or perhaps an email.  We wait until our work day is over or until vacation begins. We wait until our old is over and our new one begins. We  wait for the love of our life or for the perfect house or car or opportunity.

As I sit here waiting with all these people I can’t help but think of God. How long has God waited on me? Waited on me to listen or serve or to love or perhaps pray.  How long has God waited for me to way that I know is the right thing, the God thing?

I have been blessed in so many ways. It seems as if any reasonable person would look for ways daily to thank God. How long has God been waiting for me to live like I am blessed?

I gotta tell you waiting stinks.

I am gonna do better starting tomorrow, I mean now!